Smoking Mirrors | Materialism and Satanism do the Death Tango on Facebook Live.

Where there’s smoke, there’s something generating it. That’s more precise than to say where there’s smoke there’s fire because there is not always fire where there is smoke. Once again, that and… everything else that is anything else somehow comes back to appearances; the way things look. If you can’t see behind appearances then they will control you. Either you are driving or… you are being driven. People are bound or they are free and in times of material darkness, they are far more likely to be the former.
The news of the day… those items at the top of the metaphorical and literal fold are all about the deep state- Satanic agenda that has to do with taking control of the cultural awareness and defining terminology of sex. Those engaged in morphing the public’s awareness know that they have to introduce it into prepubescence. I could put pages and pages into active links here but you have seen these so often here and I would rather not give example after example of what I have already given example after example of.
Let’s establish that the news, the media, the entertainment business, the corporate structure that makes the commercials that now feature a serious overemphasis on racially mixed couples and an outright pandering to sexual hot button issues. The whole of the business of business interests interacting with public attention is propaganda and subconscious programming. The elevation of rap and the fixed devotion toward bling and the perversion of the feminine archetype is deliberately intentional. The sexualization of prepubescent children is intentional. None of this is by accident. Something happened in the 80’s and the whole, formerly quiescent, ticking time bomb, went from nascent to nova. Oh… it’s been in the works for a long time, if you’ve read any Albert Pike …but there were necessary stages that had to be gone through first. Certain systems that were based on integrity and trust, such as the Masons and other quasi secret organizations had to be subverted and that required an increase in material darkness. Long standing institutions like the church and state needed to be compromised and achieve a sold out status. Of course, the church and the government experiences that come and go had embraced perversity early on but their dark doings and things going bump in the sacristy needed to be publicly exposed in various ways like the pedophile priests and the material excess of the evangelists with their gold plated bathroom fixtures and private planes.

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Visible Origami | On Seas of Love Toward Islands of Light where Eternity Resides.

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Life appears to go on and on. Certain periods seem to stretch on forever, then it was but a moment and it is gone, like an echo fading. They say that no sound ever stops resounding. Of course, ‘they’ say a lot of things. ‘They’ are of the mind that if they simply keep repeating something over and over it will become true and… since perception is the ground central of ‘shared reality’, you wind up with a whole lot of people marching into the desert after an ignis fatuus, who hammer on their cellphones and record it on their cellphones and then, when they go to play it back, there is nothing there. There was never anything there and it is the origin of the hungry ghost.
Few things can match the bright expectation of youth inflamed with the passion for and the promise of things yet to come. Age sneaks up on you. No one ever seems to mention how that happens and what it means when it does happen. In this shifting dysfunction of the ever renewing Pepsi Generation, it’s a rite of passage bonding, to ridicule the aging, never realizing that you will be there sooner than you think and the Pepsi will have gone flat and all the eager beaver volley ball goddesses will be looking down into their blouses and saying, “Look what mean old Mister Nature did.” The volley ball gods will have a volley ball secreted beneath their ‘I’m with stupid t-shirt’ and get nailed by the security guard at the Sport’s Authority register for trying to steal a volley ball. Right… Sports Authority is out of business.

via Visible Origami | On Seas of Love Toward Islands of Light where Eternity Resides.

Reflections in a Petri Dish The Rosetta Stone Cellphone had been Set to Vibrate.

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Ah… my goodness… three weeks and counting; tap… tap… (sigh) all over again… haven’t been able to write, well… yeah I could write, I just didn’t feel like it. I wasn’t down. I wasn’t up. I was sideways with a bullet. I was flotsam in the doldrums of the Horse Latitudes, down there in the sacral plexus of the tailbone of the year. Maybe it was some kind of a refresher course, a rebooting of the system, a metaphysical colon cleanse. I don’t know what it is or was. I had written something. I’ve no desire to go back and see what it contained; moving right along. I had heard from literally no one for a few weeks and I thought that was fitting. Then in the last week I am hearing from people all over. In some ways it seems as if everyone was in some form of where I was.

I have been clinically depressed through my whole life. I tried anti-depressants. I tried the drugs that actually work, meaning they are most likely illegal and they did work but the shadow of Kafka is always lurking in the underbrush. Now my doctor has put me on a new anti and before everyone goes off on me, this is a new kind of Isomer and seems to be user friendly… so far. I don’t suffer from the depression the way most people do. I have my art and my outlets and I must say… my life was often worse than any depression so that was all to the good (grin).

I don’t want to get into some exhaustive soliloquy here. Whenever I think my life isn’t going as I would have liked it to, or has been a disappointment, given all the doors that have been closed to me, I don’t have to consider the matter for very long before I become aware of the awful suffering of so many others and for whom it is a daily affair. I got nothing to cry about. I still consider myself one of the luckiest men in the world. I have the ineffable and regardless of how little I understand all the workings at work, I get that indwelling presence thing and cannot imagine anything as profound and beautiful as that is. There is a fullness, a completeness and a totality of being that is the perfect example of what a gestalt is supposed to be. It’s one of those states of existence that nothing harmful or diminishing can touch.

via Reflections in a Petri Dish The Rosetta Stone Cellphone had been Set to Vibrate.


Putin: 95% Of World Terrorist Attacks Are Made By The CIA

Vladimir Putin yesterday said that “95% of the world’s terrorist attacks are orchestrated by the CIA,” and the St. Petersburg metro bombing must be investigated “with this in mind.“

Putin said: “If the CIA have Russian blood on their hands, they will forever regret stirring the Russian bear from its peaceful slumber.”

When questioned by a top aide as to whether the 95% figure was accurate, Putin sighed heavily and fixed the assembled group with his trademark stare before explaining that in regards to how the world is run, all is not how it seems.

Putin affirms that the CIA is a rogue element of the Deep State, and “an expression of the will of world oligarchy and their vision for a New World Order.“

He claimes that CIA exists today as part of America – but it is certainly not American. “The CIA does not work on behalf of the American people or act in their interests.”

Asked if he thought the St Petersburg bomb was the beginning of a CIA plot to oust him from power, as has been suggested in the media, Putin answered, “It will take more than a bag of tricks in a subway to make me blink.“

Putin also told: “mankind has been manipulated to become “unconscious” through the use of programming by media and politics.

via Putin: 95% Of World Terrorist Attacks Are Made By The CIA | Geopolitica.RU


“Tap… tap… tap… (sigh)”. I Love You, Lord.

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Greetings my dear friends and my apologies for your not having heard from me in awhile. I have been here… “tap… tap… tap… (sigh)”. Fingers thrum on the tabletop. Time moves on and circumstances change, while they do not really change. The appearances change. Spring moves into Summer. The pulse of life beats out of Spring and into Summer. The manifest world flourishes and the bounty of Nature enlarges upon itself and enters into the harvesting time of Fall. It is not only the harvest of Nature, both wild and cultivated …but also the harvest of thoughts and words and deeds and the harvesting of the souls as each cycle completes. Fall moves into Winter and the quiescence… the time of quiescence, as the coming and incipient progression of the points of change have come and done and gone and now await the trumpet call to that magic invisibility of life that is concealed in the Earth and sprouts in the darkness and grows until the green head of the first leaf breaks the Earth with the irresistible force of each singular destiny of its unique, individualized expression. Yes! YES!! YES!!!

Two, Four, Six, Eight! Who do we appreciate? The almighty, ever loving, author of all things!!! At least I do and I hope and pray that the same is true of you. C’mon people! What else is there? On whom and what can you depend? You tell me, because… where your heart is, where your love is, there your fortune and your destiny await as well. Would I really put my fate and my future (insofar as Time is relative) in the hands of anything other than the hands that shape and direct every and each thing to the appointed end that their innate composition has already predetermined? As it was in the beginning, so it is in the end. Every role played by anything and everything is already contained in the alpha and omega of its nature. A tree is already, inherently the table and chairs, or framing of a house and the fire glow of it’s warmth coiling out of the hearth. Destiny is a funny and sometimes not so funny thing. It is what it is potentially, in all the permutations of which it is capable and it is also the promise of every foul and righteous result, which is possible from its use and abuse.

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Reflections in a Petri Dish | Aloha 2017 and Welcome, Welcome 2018; Reflections and Predictions.

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It’s that time of the year when, at any moment it could be next year and you are looking at last year in the rear view mirror, even when, moments before, it was still this year. Just like that! We are in a new time zone. Time zones; not the geographic kind, are more like a state of mind than anything else. It’s what you think it is because ‘thinking makes it so’. As Descartes once said a few hundred years ago; “I think, therefore I am not a retard.” Now, that might not be verbatim but it’s close enough for metaphysics. My point is that the year is going to change and your life will change but… maybe not because it is often a case of wish in one hand and shit in the other. They say hope is the last thing to die and I think that is because it is the most questionable of emotional weather fronts. ♫wishin and hopin♫

Hope and faith are not the same. There is always more potential delusion in Hope than in Faith. A little known secret is that it is less important who and what you have faith in than the level of Faith engaged. Anyone who has studied or applied The Science of Mind knows that Faith is a power unto itself, devoid of icon or archetype. It also explains the parity between the seemingly simple minded and the complexity of a genius intellect.

What did we have last year? We had a full cycle of Boobus Presidentus, counterpointed by the biggest aggregation of lying weasels that the western world of skidmarked, yellow journalism has ever known. We had a plasticized Louis the 14th, iron pyrite gilded, numbnut, representing the Wal-Mart, every day all day, Black Friday, feeding frenzy of Materialism gone full Berserker and we had a regiment of which gave birth to the Fake News Meme.

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Reflections in a Petri Dish | Digital Currency is the new Woo-woo WTF! …and it is Here to Stay.

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I am not a financial guy. I make no claims in that regard and I am not about to. I am an intuitive guy and I would be willing to match that particular feature with anyone. I was told not that long ago that things were going to change for me in many ways and I can literally see where that has been true. Bit Coin came to my attention a few months ago as a viable thing; suddenly, just like that. Someone then asked me for investment advice and if you are reading this, consider what I am about to say as a portion of that advice updated …and use your common sense and use you own internal radar. I promise and guarantee nothing except as affirmation of promises already made by the ineffable and which you should be familiar with and if you are not then you are in some kind of trouble.

When I first started telling a particular person about Bit Coin, it was at just over a thousand dollars. They farted around and then they and certain other people all said, “Okay, let’s go.” By that time it was at $4500.00 meaning they lost a substantial amount that could have led to them, today, having made 16 times their investment. As it is they are between 3 and 4 times.

Two nights ago I got an internal memo saying something should be done about Bit Coin Cash. I did not even know what that was. Apparently, Bit Coin Cash is some kind of a ‘fork’ that took place a short while ago in the Bit Coin structure. Two nights ago Bit Coin Cash jumped about 30%. This morning I saw that it had gone from $3500. to $4000+ the day previous it was at $3100. Someone who paid attention to me did very well; like thousands and thousands of dollars to the good. I have gotten another internal memo that said, “put some eggs in the Ethereum basket because it will never be around $700.00 again. Then I got another birdie in my head that said a soon to be released virtual currency called EOS, which is presently around $5.00 (just looked and it is over $12.00) is going to multiply exponentially over and over. I was told to look into something called Privacy Currency and of course, the just released Peer Play which will be using the app engine; Bookie is… I think, going to go through the roof! Especially because 2018 is World Cup year and I suspect that world wide it is the biggest sustained sport betting period that there is. Peer Play is a platform that levels the sports betting field and is unshakably honest and ‘cannot be’ corrupted. It gives you an even chance to prosper and not get ripped off by the house because the odds always favor the house and the house cheats. I do not doubt that for a minute. The house cannot cheat with this.

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