Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your ears always be pointy and alert.

Every now and then you get a graphic example of the level of evil generated by people like George Soros, Victoria Nuland and ilk. Here is just such an example.This puts their character and intentions into a clear perspective. If this sort of thing isn't stone cold evil then I don't know what is. I really don't know what is. As has been stated many times here, egregious felons of this magnitude would never be able to prosper as they do without the level of sustained ignorance that proliferates around the world. Here's a clear example of that. Inasmuch as I am unmoved by the lies and blandishments of the world at this time, however overpowering it may be in general, I sometimes forget that the greater mass of the population operates with no more independence of will than a school of fish. You can see them standing motionless, staring at you out of the aquarium, their mouths opening and closing. Then... something startles them and they react in a predictable fashion. Unfortunately people do not do this with the symmetry of a school of fish.

I have to watch myself that I don't devolve into a constant defamation of the masses. I don't mean to but when I observe them at their activities, I am at a loss as to what other lens through which to view them through. Here they are in the middle of the world coming down around their ears. Madness swirls through them, around them... it's crystal clear what the outcome has to be when you are irrefutably going in the wrong direction and are literally hell bent on continuing on that course.

I remember the sixties and seventies. I remember Buckminster Fuller and his global village concept. I remember the Whole Earth Catalog and the newspapers that I edited or published with my group of collaborators. We were all focused on a shiny new world. I had a spiritual bookstore and a part ownership in a communal restaurant and the level of energy and inspiration was a wonder to behold. In early days when we took that wonderful LSD that was so very pure and which I hadn't seen in decades until my trip to Romania and which is now not available to me, as I had hoped it would be, the upper astral plane was a new frontier of consciousness, for awhile. It was to be expected that you would encounter luminous entities and fabulous landscapes seldom seen in these environs. I remember when the government and Satanic agencies got involved in the production of the acid and how it made all those higher levels of residence so murky and negative. The Manson phenomena had a lot to do with it as well. Everyone was not so high minded as some of us and they got into all kinds of dark shit under the influence of this sky born power.

I remember those of us that were motivated by the highest ideals of universal peace and love and brotherhood and others who saw the whole period as an excuse to engage in serial animal copulations under the guise of free love, as having something to do with the free expression of ones being and who transformed liberty into license, or would that be licentiousness? I remember stepping over copulating couples in temporary communities. I remember the transparent seductions taking place all around me where people used flowery language as a cover for their endless lusts. Though I have arguably had more than my share of romantic interplays, I was completely detached from any of that other side of it in the early days and pretty much all through. It was all so extremely pedestrian in comparison to what one could achieve in other ways. I remember thinking how completely full of shit so many of these people were, with those rare exceptions that were far less rare then than they came to be later on.

We were sincere. Many of us were truly sincere and we believed. We really believed in our potential to change this world. Well... it didn't turn out anything like so many of us hoped it would.

I remember when the counter culture got reabsorbed back into the general corruption, with the coming of the Yuppies and that whole Wall Street thing of the 80's with all that cocaine and ravenous pursuit of self interest and selfish gain. I remember that the world became a very foreign thing to me and I didn't want to be in America anymore but I didn't know where to go either, so I went as far away as I could get and still be in America and that was Hawaii. Although that was a time of great personal trial for me it was a very pleasant place to be, until the Satanic George Bush became president, courtesy of a corrupt Supreme Court. At the time I thought Al Gore was a far better choice. I didn't yet know that they were all a pack of liars and thieves. I didn't know that the Clintons were murderous and mercenary sociopaths. I didn't know how consummately evil The Tribe and Zionism were. I've learned a great deal over this space of time.

I see where I haven't been doing these blogs for ten years yet. That surprised me. I had thought it was longer. Nope. A lot has happened in nine years. I've published 4 books. One of them isn't actually a book but it is a published work. I've recorded and released 7 musical CD's and written thousands of these posts. It seems like I could have gotten a lot more done now that I look back but... I expect the next ten years to put paid to that. There is a great deal flying in a holding pattern above my head and if I can just get into a sustainable environment when I leave here, I expect to work at the very least, twice as hard as I have done so far. A lot depends on how it goes for me, whether fortune may smile on me and what happens to the world. I am more optimistic than I have ever, ever been. Lately I am fair brimming to the overflowing with it and it hasn't passed unnoticed among those who share my living space. Perhaps if I had been the person I now am earlier on, many things would have turned out much differently but it's all scripted and some of us have less latitude than others in our particular life of the moment. Some of us are creatures of destiny and some of us are still looking for a destiny, while the rest of us have to deal with fate; if that makes any sense and it definitely makes sense to me. If you are not in pursuit of your destiny, you are automatically in the hands of fate.

I know there are people who think it couldn't be any better, having all that money and in some cases celebrity, or a powerful position. I've had brief moments when I was cash flush, or owned a vintage Corvette Sting Ray (69) or was a colleague of someone who had millions and who hadn't been turned into a craven materialist quite yet and I've been to exclusive parties and had access to all the high end comestibles anyone could wish for. I've had, from my perspective, not one but several matchless romances with some very beautiful women. It's that poet thing but.. all of these things are either of no importance to me or secondary by a measurable margin. What I truly enjoy, without exception, is my work and the communications I have with my less visible friends. I tend to forget about everything else when I am so engaged and I'm engaged in one or the other pretty much all of the time. I could dwell in perpetual solitude and never want for company, never feel alone. These are the things I prize, among other things not mentioned ...but all of which are esoteric in nature, if not in application. I consider myself, despite the hard highway, one of the most fortunate men on Earth and my gratitude is off the charts.

The world is the world is the world. It sits out there between The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. In most cases, it destroys dreams and teaches one and all about the pain and suffering of 'attachment'; any kind of attachment. Should you be a believer in reincarnation then you know that there is a huge number of people who are on the lifetime's treadmill. They go through this pattern of living it up and living it down. Sometimes they will have a series of lifetimes that are unfortunate, or fortunate but their desire to experience the good life, on the plane of sensation, is continuously greater than their desire to escape from it. The ordinary human mind, in contemplation of this, finds itself unable to contemplate this. The imagination cannot contain the image.

Life is a merry go round. It is often a game of musical chairs. Something many people might not think about when thinking about musical chairs is that the game requires someone to remove the chairs. Life is quite often like the game Simon Says and ultimately it is exactly like Hide and Seek. For many it is a constant game of Capture the Flag and depending on the intellect it is like Checkers or Chess. Certainly for a certain number, it is like Backgammon and Poker. I don't see life as just life, or not see it at all, as is the case with a majority of the people who are so fixated on what they are dreaming after, that the actual experience of life escapes them. It's that 'smell the roses' thing. Elementary Tantra exemplifies this; conscious loving engagement and immersion in all experience, or don't bother, with the awareness of the greater reality.