Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
I'm guessing this Tuesday is Election Day. That should make this weekend significant, It is truly an experience for me to watch The Last Empire crumble into ruin. There are any number of factors which makes the occurrence memorable. Not the least of these occurrences is the level of maintained ignorance that attends it and without which, it couldn't happen. In this atmosphere of ruin and devastation I see art beginning to mimic life. That is... if you can call these things art; all those zombie movies, which I don't get the attraction for and the spate of apocalyptic films that have come out over recent decades. You can get a feel for what might likely come about by observing the awareness level of the generations and making comparative analysis of disparities between them in the areas where there are disparities. It is interesting to watch people's attention gravitate to the lowest common denominator, once the option has been set into place, as an overlay upon more superior choices. Dumbing down is a process, not an event. It happens in incremental stages. One who is not being dumbed down can see the process taking place, as well as see the logical outcome of the process.
It is a given that when a steer is born it will not be aware of the destiny that lies before it. It may be fed and housed and go about its daily affairs, such as they are and then... one day; quite soon if it is a veal calf ...but a veal calf will probably be begging for death by the time it comes... one day... the 'conditioned' steer makes its way to the killing floor and... is no more.
Exercising Broad Daylight Awareness, one can without difficulty see that no good can come as a result of being dumbed down. The greatest problem and the greatest danger that comes about and which allows for ease of passage in dumbing down, is what happens to consciousness in times of material darkness. The focus and attention is ever increasingly pressed outward. Self inquiry is given no shrift at all. It is because of this phenomena that the deceivers can manipulate the perceptions of the public by providing what it is that gains their attention and arranging the order of their understanding. One is drawn ever further and further out until one has no sense of real being any more; no sense of real self, just an artificial construction formed for integration with a sick culture. One's whole sense of self becomes based upon and dependent upon external circumstance. This is a very unfortunate state; far more terrible and unfortunate than a cursory contemplation might reveal. Your only real possession is your self and its components, most of which remain unknown to the flesh puppets manipulated by their appetites.
From the time that you are a child you are assaulted with images that appeal to your lower nature, Corporations and their products rule the visible world and there is no good intention to be found in the vast majority of them, with few exceptions. They are devoid of humanity and they suck the existence of it out of the nature of those who service them and this is how you come to hear that there are rules of engagement and “we are sorry but that is company policy.” It is what is known as the way of the world. For so long as one is tangled in its web by sensory attachment, one will suffer, that is also a rule but more specifically a law and that is why there is the admonition to 'be in the world but not of it” and to walk in all ways contrary to it.
Many things seem to be a mystery here but they are mysterious only to the degree that one is deceived by them. When the promise of gain clouds ones vision there are things you don't see because seeing them gets in the way of gain and the same applies to all of the other pursuits that capture the attention and many of which certainly consume you. The evidence of that is all around.
The world is filled to the overflowing with experts whose whole reputation for expertise is based upon their collaboration with the forces of this world. They are paid traitors to the human spirit; dancing hypocrites on invisible wires of compliance. It is a rare thing for one who tells the truth to be heard with any great volume at any time during this yuga. These are not ordinary times and the truth can be heard ...but it may be difficult to find. It has to be within you to begin with or the connection is unlikely to be established and certainly the motivation would be lacking. Many people are here for no other reason than to squander the opportunity. A lot of people came here precisely because the lures of sensation and the chance of experiencing so many of them are so readily available.
The truth is a burden that carries you. This is a riddle I suppose. Like I said, many things are mysterious for a reason. It also explains the need for compassion as you go about your affairs because most people just don't know any better. The conditioning really 'took' on them. It can be hard to understand how people get into the state they get into when you're not in that state ...but seeing yourself as someone extraordinarily superior to the common herd is looking for trouble because you will sooner or later be confronted with the limitations that got you thinking that way in the first place. There is a very good operating reason for why the wise are so exceedingly humble. Not only is it an indication of their awareness of something far greater and more powerful than themselves but... it is a shield on the road. It has a shiny reflective surface. I suppose that is another riddle.
Sometimes there is nothing you can do and sometimes there is only a little you can do. You do what you can. You rise to your days motivated by whatever motivates you. This is the case with each and every one of us and it is what motivates us that identifies us as what we are. It expresses itself in everything that we do and it follows us as surely as our course is set according to it. There are few among us that do not at some point ask ourselves, eventually, “What have I done with my life?” The recognition of the reality of this; the seeing of it, comes in the later days. It often comes in a stark awakening in the hour before dawn. Sometimes it is there to set a sad finality to ones life. It is there to grant the official imprimatur of mortality upon a doomed existence; ah... if only death were the end of it. Sometimes it is there to force an awakening. Strangely enough, this often isn't enough. The mind relegates the experience to the category of dreams; something that might not even have occurred. Then... soon enough, dread comes along and dread has its companions. The mighty, the powerful, the rich and successful, they do not rest easy, regardless of appearances to the contrary and in those times when they are blissfully unaware... there is a reason for that. Life is all about lessons and if you don't learn them one way you WILL learn them another. You will, in time, learn what is valuable and what is not. You will learn what is worthwhile and what is not. You will learn all manner of things in The Athanor of Suffering or... you will go right on suffering for however long that takes and it can take a really long time.
As frustration is generated by the untenable living conditions of so many people on the edge, RAGE is coming. When a mass of people are put up against it on the one hand and the squeeze grows ever tighter, on the other hand, the power of denied allurements comes into juxtaposition with that and you get one of those situations you sometimes see on the ocean when the weather whips the waves in all sorts of unpredictable directions. Whirlpools might manifest and the washing machine tumbler effect as well. You get ripples of powerful force moving all over the place and what happens is the weakest link in the chain syndrome so that all kinds of people find themselves propelled out of control. Those entrusted with maintaining order begin to lose it as well. I've morphed metaphors all over the place and painted a bit of a crazy quilt here but... that's what you got. This isn't stirring itself up. It's being orchestrated, just like this is.
The fecal freak Morlocks are on the move again at many levels. Very sinister characters are making an appearance. In the meantime the collective suicide of the indifferent privileged goes on apace In addition to these things, the administration is scripting other dramas with willing celebrity seeking dupes. I love the smell of manufactured self righteous outrage in pursuit of a book deal burning in the morning.
Like I say... the whole fractured multi dimensional picture of out of control forces, whipping in all directions is fascinating to watch and more than a little intimidating up close. Those familiar with the flash mob construct can expect to see a similar phenomena appearing that is not prearranged; it just starts happening. We've seen early signs of this in places as diverse as Lisbon and New York City where gangs of the disenfranchised descend on shopping areas in collective snatch and grab. On another level, 'the knockout game' is a sign of patterns still in the development. Those 'gifted' songwriters that I showcased in the last posting are banging their message of vulgarity and thug life into the stunted brains of everyone who listens to them. Slowly but surely, out of the hills where Hillbilly Heroin is the drug of choice and out of the gated communities of privilege where the youth are all about satisfying every craving and all learning is south of Cliff Notes, the nation is developing an army of Beavis's and Buttheads. The good thing is that they will never march in unison, that is beyond their abilities... and a great many of them will surely trip on their gun strap and impale themselves on the bayonet. Once again I am sketching something that is a mere example of something that will manifest differently but to more or less the same end.
It is the rare individual that seeks continuous change in the pursuit of self improvement. In uncertain times this leads to an uncertain life and most people don't want anything like that. Most people want stability and comfortable routine. Stability and comfortable routine are the death of continuous positive change. You have to be willing to walk that rocky highway. You've got to be enthusiastic about 40 miles of bad road. You have to be unflagging and unflinching. You may have no clear image of where you are headed but at least it's out of here, eventually. What's that line from the movie, “The Robe”? “We are going to a better world.” That's how I look at it; not as something accessible only in the invisible but wherever you are, you are making a better world if you are making a better you. When you possess the capacity to unerringly see where you have gone wrong, even if it may take a little longer than it should (grin) and your intention is to correct it immediately, there is practically nothing you cannot eventually accomplish. If one persists in this mindset, even though the world be in turmoil, that one will manifest a better world around themselves. The only real and persistent failure is a failure to try.
End Transmission.......
