Visible Origami | The Confinements of Complexity and the Freedom of Simplicity.

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

Lawd! Lawd… I got 99. Every day, you ask yourself, or at least I ask myself… is this the day? Is this the day that by some miracle of prayer and faith… some simulacrum of myself is made whole and real, despite all of the cosmic cock-blocking and mirage frottage of the laying on of hands to the end result of the real, shining through the unreal and acknowledging that the gossamer has never been so opaque as when we are actually trying to see through the cowpies of some idiot talking about manifest destiny? Maybe I am that idiot. It would explain a lot but given my concentrated focus on the truth at all costs and my relentless error of thinking I know what that is in the first place, I have to say, “it’s not all me unless it is all me.

I got a wack zone email a little while ago from some well meaning soul who wanted to let me know he has my back and that, more people than I know about, do as well and I know he means that. Regardless of the scattergun delivery, he sounds as sincere and as informed as I sometimes do when I forget that it is me doing it and… of course it is not. God is amazing in more ways than anyone can comprehend because through all of our convincing arguments with ourselves about who is responsible, God pulls it off while we are busy distracting ourselves about some cul de sac to and fro, in full display of what we don’t know. I don’t say, “I don’t know” as the fruit of some poorly manufactured false humility. I don’t say it because it sounds good or for any number of excuses we tell ourselves about the matter. I do it because I really don’t know. The more time that passes, the more I get the deeper meanings of what the man on the beach said to me. It comes to seem as if the entirety of my life, following the exchanges, has been clearly defined and clarified by what the man on the beach told me.

The Confinements of Complexity and the Freedom of Simplicity.

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Smoking Mirrors | The Sexually Dysfunctional Social Justice Nazis and the Portal to the Ineffable.

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

It can be difficult to maintain a serene mood in this conflicted and lying world. Most people don’t know why they feel bad. They just know that they feel bad and they are looking for something to fix it. Since we are in the West and most everywhere is the west now, in the populated zones, they’re looking for the quick fix and damn the side effects and contraindications. They’re taking the anti-depressants. They’re taking oxy as a stand-in to numb the anxiety and distance the fear, for the same reason some people eat the wrong things all day long, using flesh as an insulator. They drink so that the uncontrolled side of their nature can take the heat but of course, although it devolves to that effect, it hangs around to manifest as shame and regret in the aftermath; no getting around it. Sooner or later the bill collector is going to knock on the door. They take all the other drugs to create the time sensitive, porous walls of temporary respite and now they have a monkey to go with the organ grinder, who started the whole business in the first place; maybe, ‘called it to your attention’ is a better way of putting it. It was always there as a byproduct of the stress generated by living in times of material darkness. Then it grew, fed by stress and desperation. Perhaps the increasing size of it was the preliminary announcement.

Some say that stress is the biggest killer because it is parent to a host of maladies that are born from the tension and negative emotion. As the pressure of materialism increases, the stress does too. The way most of us live is unnatural and the truth of it can’t be dealt with unless one simply walks away and then the harridans of responsibility and the guilt follow after the abandonment of the responsibilities… let’s just say it’s a no win situation in a zero sum game and someone has to pay if someone else wins. Meanwhile… we all take turns so… I guess you could call it a form of cannibalism, which is one of the sure and certain results of materialism. We get a skewered perspective on the process because appearances tell us that some people seem to always be winning and some always losing but many a deal gets cut in the off-stage locations as agreements are made for periods of time and then accounts come due. We don’t remember when that happened. It goes on between the plays and sometimes between the acts.

The Sexually Dysfunctional Social Justice Nazis and the Portal to the Ineffable.

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Reflections in a Petri Dish | Hyena Shit, Spread like Peanut Butter over the Wonder Bread Awareness of the Sponge Bob Mind.

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

There is of course, more than one world ‘out there’. One of the reasons is that there is more than one world ‘in there’. There are other reasons too but let’s just take if for granted, there is more than one external environment because all sorts of people, individually and in focus groups, in essence, do not agree with their own perceptions and certainly not with the perceptions of others. They are willing to agree that something is wrong but apparently there is no ongoing consensus on what that something is. That could be due to the something wrong being resident ‘in there’ and not ‘out there’. As any Visual Sight Specialist will tell you, you don’t really see the objects and settings you think you see outside of yourself, you see them inside your head, near the location that identifies and names what you think you see outside of you. It should be clear by now that there are all kinds of reasons for the confusions that runs rampant outside of and inside of us and we have listed only a few of them.

Another reason for the seeming confusion outside of us, is due to the people who fabricate the meaning and value of what we think we see outside of us. Here is good example of something meaningless except to the people (with an agenda) who created the imaginary importance of it.

Hyena Shit, Spread like Peanut Butter over the Wonder Bread Awareness of the Sponge Bob Mind.

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Visible Origami | Something Good is Coming Soon.

I was commenting at the last Petri Dish, something I try not to do very often at the blogs for various reasons and a film got mentioned and I… because I love the potential and power of film, went off on a tangent and recommended some films. It saddens me to see the power of this medium abused the way it is. There is so much potential but that is coming, if time and the vagaries of circumstance do not intrude. I want to talk today about the various mediums of art and their ability to inspire.

Some weeks ago I saw a film entitled, “The Same Kind of Different as Me.

I had a difficult childhood, to put it mildly. I would say I had no childhood at all except for those moments outside of the torment. I had to find escapes and that led me to music, literature, poetry, films and of course the imagination. Inspiration and the imagination have a deep relationship. Perhaps one should say, the potential is there if one chooses or is forced to engage it. It can even cause schizophrenia. As it did with me. It can extrapolate into multiple personalities. As it did with me. It could lead to all kinds of things, intended and unintended. As it did for me. Good can come out of it. As it did for me. That which is not good as well and that did for me as well.

See this film. It will help to put into perspective whatever you think you might have achieved. “All have sinned and come short of the glory of god.” “And all your righteousness is as filthy rags.” (Honey would you get me a tissue? Never mind, I’ll use my sleeve. That is why my shirts have them. Unless they are short sleeved and then you simply adjust your posture or wipe it on your skin- comic relief alert! Never mind, Mr. Too Little too Late.).

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Smoking Mirrors | Transmissions from Easter Sunday, April Fool’s Day- Gone but not Forgotten, Here.

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Here comes Easter, on April Fool’s Day. Now… That is interesting. Most people don’t care about Easter much anymore. It has about the same relevance to them as April Fool’s Day. Evil, like rust, never sleeps though and that is why you see these disturbing trends going on. As a prescient man once said, Edmund Burke, I believe… “Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.” Thank god for Easter! Whether you are onboard or not (I am). Eternal vigilance is the province of the ineffable. It is the ineffable that makes it possible for us to be vigilant and when the world is overcome with disorder, the ineffable sends us someone like Jesus Christ.
Most people wander about indifferently or obsessed with unimportant things. It’s the job of the world to place these snares before us and it is the job of the ineffable to remove them. Of course, if you look deeper, it is the job of the ineffable to do both. The people, most of them, who run the alternative news gathering sites, for whatever the reason is, don’t like talk about the ineffable. Either they are stone cold atheists or vain egotists, or both. It comes with the territory. There’s a reason that the path is to the kingdom is a solitary one. You got to walk that road all by yourself but… you won’t be walking it alone. Whenever someone walks that path, someone who has already walked that path walks it with them. The same goes for the wide highway that leads to destruction. You got all kinds of people walking that way and the majority don’t know where they are going, or they wouldn’t be going. Right? Ese?

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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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