Dog Poet Transmitting…….
We are presently in the doldrums section of the ocean of change. I was born in the last third of August. It seems like awhile ago now (grin). Typically nothing much happens in that time frame, historically. Typically nothing much happens in August period, by comparison with more active months and some of those months are coming up. October looms large and we hope to be locked away for the second half of that month, using a periscope to scout out the landscape. One can pretty much assume that they are going to be bringing out the big guns of Terror on the crawl up to the rigged election. This means that The Mossad should be slithering around in preparation for whatever horrors they have on the drawing board at the moment. Satan’s workshop should be bustling with activity as the demon elves put together their anti-Christmas packages for those who have been naughty all year long.
I’ve no idea of what is coming. I recognize the levels of flammability that are present in the culture and in Nature as well. The Ring of Fire is rumbling. So many areas of being, from the streets of the modern cities to the pressure zones beneath the Earth, are pulsing with the transitionary fires of change. It could come from anywhere and from everywhere at the same time. The complexity of potential is daunting. There are so many here who fall into only a few camps; the ‘doom and gloom’ brigade, the ‘absolutely positive regardless of appearances’ clique, the- ‘I don’t give a shit… whatever’ contingent and, of course, the, ‘I have no clue’ brigade. This makes up a large percentage of the human race; possibly the largest group is the group that is scrambling every day to stay above water, while the elites open every metaphorical and literal fire hydrant in town.
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Posted on August 20, 2016 by Boulderdash