Smoking Mirrors | Don Quixote and the Lamb of God Walk into a Bar…

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In times of material darkness, the proliferation of psychopathy increases, at inverse proportion to the loss of manners, civility and compassion. The greater the press of materialism, the more manners, civility and compassion, as well as civilization are at risk. It’s a kind of death race really. Materialism is like a Kudzu vine that eats everything in its struggle for all of the light and nourishment there is. At the same time it has a property that… once it has killed everything else, it kills itself.
Sometimes things are amusing because they are so outrageous that you just have to laugh, like this juxtaposed with the commentary that attends it. There’s something to be said for homeless fashion becoming haute couture. Materialism is also a form of insanity and it is progressive. The feminization of the urban male is in full swing. The price of wearing these vanities is a clear evidence that some people have too much money.
It goes without saying that the divine feminine has been suppressed and marginalized through most of the Christian era and as a supplicant of Green Tara’s, I am very much in favor of her elevation to her rightful status but the intent of those presently engaged in the destruction of natural sexual identity is not elevating the divine feminine to her rightful status. It is about the destruction of society and the reduction of humanity to a mongrel state. One needs only to look at any form of modern entertainment to see the reality of this.

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Reflections in a Petri Dish | These Times are Shit Brushed with Rainbows in the Ghost Light of a Neon Nightmare.

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I’ve been in a kind of isolated and confused state; not isolated from what I care about and not confused about anything that has any lasting meaning to me, just isolated from the world around me and confused at what I see taking place. As is usually the case in my life, I get leadings that I may not recognize as such until I’ve taken the necessary steps and am involved in what I got led into and the reason for it surfaces. Sometimes I think that I came up with something on my own, or there was some kind of accidental serendipity that came to pass when I know there are no accidents but the mind is a funny thing and it serves a dual purpose so long as we are divided against ourselves for whatever the reason may be and sometimes the reason is divinely scripted for the results that are yet to come to pass so… sometimes we are limited and in situations we would not have put ourselves in because we didn’t put ourselves in that situation. We got put in that situation because of what is meant to come out of it and because we will always be limited by comparison with what is leading us… depending on what is leading us. If it is the ineffable then… yeah. If it is not then we are in trouble sooner or later.
So… I’ve been watching the world go by and seeing the level of ignorance and depravity, sycophancy, celebrity worship… bad movies, bad music, so many features of the present manifest world that have degenerated to such a degree that I am stunned and amazed that it is still holding together …in Stage 4 of course but the sense of limbo has gone on for so long now, I had no idea that the fall could go on and on and on like it has and simply hover over the abyss as if it were waiting for some command to drop out of sight… Right… of course.
That leading led me to Manly Palmer Hall’s “The Secret Teachings of All Ages.” I’ve read portions over the years but never read the book comprehensively. It’s a big book and it is extremely dense. I picked it and opened it to around Page 173 and a lot of it comprised some of the denser portions of the book but I just kept on reading and got to Page 205 (was it 205?) and the chapter on Pythagoras and his theories on Music and Color. The profundity of Pythagoras never dawned on me before. I knew about him but he was labeled and filed in my mind with ‘the music of the spheres’. I hadn’t known what a giant he was in the minds of all the deep thinkers who came after. I hadn’t known so many details and incidents in his teachings and his life.

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Smoking Mirrors | Advaita Junkies, A Curse of Miracles and It Came from Beneath The Valley of the Walking Dead.

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Thank god Justice is being done; backwards and forwards and with some ropes and pulleys. Here is what passes for training wheels in Justice Discipline School. There really is quite a selection. The problem with Justice is that it doesn’t want to behave and so it must be made to behave. Justice is all screwed up in the head and has these archaic beliefs about fair play. Here is justice as we used to see her and here she is these days. I never used to understand why Justice was blindfolded. Now I figure it is so she can’t identify who is sexually assaulting her.
There’s a lot of pushback these days about running roughshod over the sexual mores of the majority. You can still get the real story from Russia Today. I posted this article purely because of the comments that follow. You can see where most of the world is at. It’s an interesting dichotomy, what is taking place in the world. A huge majority of the public does not approve of what has been happening. The ones dictating the perception of how things look in the world are the same people behind this epidemic. They are behind pretty much anything that most of us do not like or approve of.
What is surprising is not that it is happening. What is surprising is not that we don’t approve of or like it. What is surprising is that we see it, we acknowledge that its bullshit …and then we swallow it without chewing; fletcherizing is one of the keys to good health. Have you ever wondered why there are so many zombie movies and why a redundant, murderously retarded compilation of the same limping retards we have seen since “Night of the Living Dead”, called “The Walking Dead” is so popular? It’s popular because ‘they’ tell you it is popular; just like they tell you the Kardashians are entertaining. That entire family is a fabrication and every plot development has been constructed ahead of time. This same thing is taking place at every level of what they package and then microwave and then serve to you, just like the walking dead, because from the sun-drenched shores of Walmart to the star studded nights of culinary ecstasies at the Golden Corral, it’s all designer debris and haute (gag) cuisine, even when it is you, being delivered on a platter to the walking dead. I’ve been told that the walking dead eat there on a regular basis. I have never been. I see the signs on the highway, announcing the exits where these establishments can be found. They are not usually future exits. They aren’t exits at all. They are cul de sacs. They are sweeping, circling, looping repetitions of dead seagulls held up by thermals or modern day technology… or aliens? Yeah… maybe aliens.

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Departure from the Usual Presumption of what Passes for Reality

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There was an evening, a few years ago, during my six week break from material reality when an assemblage of Gods and sundry appeared on the back lawn of our house in Italy. The deity part of the equation was arranged in a row but they were all in shadow. Somehow I knew who each was but could not see them. I could feel them. To my left was a large cactus plant. As far as cactus plants go it was huge. It was the kind of plant that you get cactus pears off of. Standing at the far side of the plant was Vladimir Putin. He never said a word the whole time. Up on the patio, on the other side of some trees and similar was Satan and the Anti-Christ. I learned that evening that I had saved the Anti-Christ’s life centuries ago, at the loss of my own. He was of the opinion that he owed me. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing for the Anti-Christ to consider himself in your debt. He had a terrible burn scaring on one side of his face. I can’t remember if that got discussed or not.

Satan looked a lot like the director Kevin Smith. He even had one of those black leather trenchcoats on. Lady Tara was among the deities in a row on the lawn. I think that was the last time I spoke with her until now. I can’t remember what got said. I know I extended my greetings and that I was incredibly pleased that she was there. I have been in love with her since I first encountered her and so it surprises me that I have been mostly unaware of her for years until now. I’m certain this was engineered.

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Reflections in a Petri Dish | Every Now and Then he Writes Something Useful, in Parts …Perhaps even Memorable.

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Various high level political appointees take their marching orders from the Satanic-Zionist-Banker financed cabal who put these particular individuals into these positions for that very reason. Here’s a good example of that kind of person, whom I am guessing probably vacations several times a year with John Podesta at various local day care centers, where they work to educate the young into the needs of the old and then everyone goes out for Human Body Parts Pizza (the kitchen sink edition).
“Homage! Tara, swift, heroic! With a glance like flashing
lightning, born from a blooming lotus sprung from the tears on
the face of the Lord of the World!”

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Hypocrisy is Riding Shotgun with Insanity in the Ford Pinto to Nowhere.

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As Materialism makes its irreversible decent into the black pit of ignominy, the level of superficial ignorance has lowered the limbo bar to the point where a canal has to be dug into the Earth so that the person doing the limbo can pass under it. It’s no longer possible in the ordinary fashion. Yes, the limbo bar has hit the ground. And riding shotgun with superficial ignorance in this Ford Pinto to nowhere is Hypocrisy. And what would a day at Life’s Creative Recycling Center be without a little quid pro quo… a little professional courtesy between Satanists? It’s a beautiful thing when like covers like in the Suicide Circle of Musical Chairs. What I’m thinking this Halloween is that I’m going to dress up as Leo Frank and carry a Styrofoam corpse around with me except… I don’t celebrate Halloween, never have. I tend to ignore it. Usually I would walk around dressed in whatever I usually wear and people would ask me, “who are you supposed to be?” I would reply; “I’m a serial killer, they look like everyone else.” Serial killers are another phenomena of Material Culture. Psychopathy is a direct product of Material Culture and most all serial killers are psychopaths. I’m guessing this is an example of logical progression.
Insanity, along with indefensible vanity (in the case of Celine Dion) are presently the rage as a fashion accessory. Word has it that Vogue is going to dig up Dr. Ruth and do a full color nude spread with her in the next edition. This is because necrophilia is the next big thing and this will become more evident when the apocalypse reveals that most people, these days, have been practicing necrophilia for some time. This reminds me of a joke. If you’re easily offended you can just skip this section and go to the next paragraph. Anyway, we’re on a French beach and this metro-sexual is walking along and he sees this nude woman rolling in the waves at the shoreline. He bends down and begins talking to her. This moves to an amount of stroking and that leads to… uh huh. Down the beach you see a small crowd running toward them with a gendarme in the lead. He comes up on them, breathing heavy from the exertion and says, “Alors, Alors Monsieur, can you not see this woman is dead?” The guy looks up and replies, “ah pardonez moi, I thought she was American.” heh heh. Hey! It’s just a joke and I know from personal experience that it also happens to be inaccurate. Some amount of levity is important.

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The Materially Insane on the Runaway Train to Krazy Town.

 

(I hate to go pedestrian in Visible Origami but certain events are taking place as certain trends are appearing and they signify dark portents for coming times. As was recently stated whatever happens in the world is of the world. Otherwise there is the ineffable and you MUST cast all your cares and concerns into his hands because the world is in Krazy Phase, being driven by the force of runaway Materialism. Step aside and let it go by. Do not jump onboard. That train is headed for Krazy Town.)
It is official. It is now official, Donald Trump is owned by the combination cabal of Organized Satanists and Israeli Dual Nationals. It could be no more clear than this. Here is a more clear picture of what is taking place. Meanwhile there are forces that have been at work for some time and the truth of this has been known to some for awhile.
The agents of the dark side and those who serve the light have many things in common, aside from the principal items such as intentions and objective. Both sides are dedicated and determined and have great faith in the force they serve. Both employ forms of prayer and ritual. I could go on but it’s not germane to today’s point.
Crazy is crazy and there are no barriers of social station, level of intelligence, economic standing… that can protect you from crazy; frankly… quite frankly, crazy can get in anywhere. Someone explain to me what difference it makes what the sexual designation of single use bathrooms is?

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