A post submitted by CGI member Morgan.
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Dog Poet Transmitting.......
I was looking into The Sun at sunset yesterday, and I thought about that cult of long ago that, probably, has followers at all times... somewhere... given that religious fanaticism never goes away entirely. They intentionally stared into The Sun until they went blind as an act of devotion. That's just like religion, which is the worship of specific forms long since changed to reflect The Moment, IN... REAL... TIME. The blind Sun worshipers are an expression of the pathology that is religion. They... have... the... right... idea, BUT... they are- doing- it- the- wrong- way.
Just like Temporal Science is... now.
Whether it is the penitential flagellants of The Middle Ages or... the sex-freaks hanging on hooks from suspension racks, in search of some personal epiphany in a private Hell. Whether it be those who committed suicide on the altar of Hedonism or those who walked into the ocean to feed themselves to The Shark-God... they are all crazy.
Now we have an entire generation or two-three, who are going to dig up dead bodies and get them justice. They are going to comb the past for lice in the murky tresses of history... all snarled... tangled... and mostly... unrecognizable. They are the offspring of Torquemada, Savonarola, and Robespierre. They are going to make the smart people stupid... so that Dumb and Dumber are not offended. Jim Carey and Jeff Daniels have even turned into the characters they once played, in... real... life.
The vituperative rage and random violence of the impotent is something to see... from a safe distance. I seldom ever talk to anyone. I would not know what to say. I can't do chit-chat, it makes my skin crawl.
In different periods of time... certain terrible hysterias ran amok in human form. There were the witch-burners of one kind or another... who made regular appearances here. We are now witnessing the greatest collective insanity of all time. This is the terrible state that Materialism has brought us to.
More and more... I step away from The Madness. I haven't eaten out in years or... gone to a movie... or a concert or any public performance. I am working toward making my name my destiny; being... less... visible.
Having lived to a particular age, I can see in my own passage through time what has happened to me. Music I once listened to I no longer listen to. Now I listen to Pavarotti and ambient sound. The sort of books I used to read for entertainment I can no longer tolerate.
I don't spend much time around people. At great removes of time (these days) a friend may visit. Otherwise, except for my resident associate, I spend my time with The Sun and The Living Book of Nature.
I once sought to discover or create a community. God put paid to that in several ways. Now... I have that community. It... is... invisible, AND... visible in the moment, coming and going.
I'm not sure I could have sat still for this sort of thing a few decades ago. Now I cannot understand why I didn't do this for the whole of my life. God knows I tried... over and over... but it was not to be... until now.
I eat very little or... so I am told. It still seems like too much to me. I used to love watching football to see Tom Brady play, and now I see it is how basketball has been for me; since Michael Jordan's gone. It was the same with Muhammad Ali. I realize now that it was as The Gita says... wherever there is greatness and excellence... it is God demonstrating. That... is what attracted me. Now I look at football and I see a bunch of troglodytes pushing each other around.
The World appears to me as an enormous room filled with broken toys and the people who broke them. Little that others find meaningful holds any meaning for me. I am not disturbed by this. I am not angry. I am not cynical. I am just disinterested. It might seem that I don't care. I care a great deal, but ONLY about one specific thing. Everything else is simply a distraction or a seeming obstacle.
I want absolutely nothing that is here. Good riddance to all of it. I didn't want any of it for many years, BUT... I was meant to be banged from pillar to post on the gameboard of attractions and aversions, so that I could learn... unequivocally, the pointlessness of it all... and never... never... ever... forget... it.
How about The Rolling Stone's Killer Vaccine tour? I always knew they were from The Dark Side of The Carnal Downtown. I could feel it in their music when I was on acid. All the different artists were revealed or exposed... to the prescient... through the psychedelic medium. Now they are going public in a big way by promoting... genocide... and... extended... torment... for... the... unsuspecting. By this time... anyone who is still unsuspecting is... likely... remarkably stupid or in a denial so great they can't get over or around it.
I realize how it looks, my friends. It appears ominous and menacing. Don't worry about it. This is ALL for The Purpose of Demonstration. People are falling by The Wayside all over... through Fear and enforced submission... through weakness... through opportunism and the hope of advancement in the ranks of The Rakshasas... through stupidity and innate compliance... through delusion and confusion... through immersion in Material Culture.
It takes a firm and consistent Faith... Shraddha... consistency of purpose... righteous intention... eye on the ball, to go in the other direction when The Whirlpool AND The Whirlwind are roaring outside your door; literally AND metaphorically.
There's no such thing as social justice. It cannot be implemented... no matter what extremes are introduced to enforce it, which is why most social reformers become mass murderers.
Justice is done here every day. It just doesn't meet the standards of those who see things only through a temporary, and... opportunistic- material lens, AND... it... never... will. Life always seems unfair to those who only see one side of the equation. They turn the wheel of the Karma-Mill to which they are yoked... slaves to their appetites, desires, and ambitions. They... are... going... in... circles.
The Dynamic is ACTUALLY a helix. It's the 3-D pinball-metaphor for Cause and Effect. We think we know... because of our capacity to label everything. That DOES NOT MEAN that we know what it is we are labeling. Meanwhile... the other side of Form is invisible to most eyes, so... we get The World we get with The Blind leading The Blind. Adam... according to a certain translation, means, “namer of things.”
When you can see where you are going (finally), it is your job to look out for all those who cannot see where they are going; in both senses of The Word; to be spatially and situationally aware... so you don't run into them, AND... ALSO... do not hinder their forward progress, while... getting... out... of... their... way. Yes... you are your brother's keeper. You are your brother at a different landing on the endless staircase.
A shepherd leads his sheep. The sheep trust him. He has his dog(s) who operate on the same level as the sheep and who speak his will.
Everything is a metaphor for something else, which is why The World is immersed in irony; as Cheops mystic symbol stands apart on Egypt's plains... speaking to trinities in formation (with Time added)... of love's demonstration upon a three-dimensional cross... bleeding palms suspended in thought... the vibrating archetype in living truth.
Symbols speak their own language. You need the code book. Angels have their own language, which translates into thought upon the sounding board of The- ATTENTIVE- Mind.
Like the Supreme Court justice said about pornography; “I can't define it but I know it when I see it.” I can't tell you what The Truth is but I know it when I hear it. I can't tell you what Love is, but I know it when I feel it. I can't tell you what beauty is, but I know it when I see it.
Let me include something fairly ironic. I have certain means at my disposal... to... often... not always, but often... discover who is talking at me through textured anonymity. It is not generally important to me to know these things, BUT... I can... if... I... want... to.
I've been creative with language since I started using it. This includes punctuation... CAPITALIZATIONS... implied sound effects... and... the... like, which are similar to musical notes for me, if... I... was... writing... notation. Now... just because you are annoyed by it is of no concern to me. Why is it that some people imagine I would care? I... do... not... care; just think of me as an e.e. cummings prototype for another time and place.
Like I said... I'm in a position to know who certain people are because they leave signatures... tracks in their wake.
Years ago, I had an occult bookstore in Woodstock, N.Y. I... and my friend... owned and operated it. We decided to go on an extreme garlic cleanse. This went on for a long time. Every morning we would make toast with crust-to-crust... sliced... garlic. You could only see the toast itself... occasionally. We also then sprinkled lots of cayenne pepper on it; two slices each. It was not a dish for the timid.
There were certain people that objected strongly. Here's the odd thing. These were the very people who objected to us in any case. We had a sudden and spontaneous flash, in.. a... moment... where we realized that they were vampires and we didn't want to be around them in the first place. It worked out perfectly. I have continued to eat garlic throughout my life. You cannot smell it on me now; and... why... is... that? The garlic has done its job and forced the poisons out. Vegetarianism was also a factor.
I use my constantly changing forms of expression for... emphasis. Sometimes I SHOUT SOMETHING OUT. If you don't like it, go... somewhere... else. Why CERTAIN people... the same people... would continue to visit me for more than a decade, speaks volumes for those in a position to interpret the meaning. I go through phases. We all do. In the not-too-distant future, I won't be doing this at all. I will be doing something else.
MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
End Transmission.......
