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It is past difficult to know what is going on in the heads of those advising Trump, or Trump’s head. It’s not hard to figure out what is going on in the heads of those who oppose him. There are only two options in that regard; uninformed stupidity, where the person has swallowed whatever they have been told, or agenda driven niche players, who feel like their personal ambitions are going to be challenged. The particular demographics of these people are the opposite coasts of the country. Everything in between is solidly Trump.
I have the occasional fantasy that Trump should employ me as an independent adviser. I am NOT a Trump supporter but I do love my country, strange as it may seem, given that my country has been hijacked by dual national neo-cons from Israel and their international banker associates. The country has Stockholm Syndrome and is fluoride overdose dumbed down. Because it is human nature to be fascinated by the glitter of materialism, the collective, objective capacity has been shut down and gone to automatic pilot, Shmoo subjective unconsciousness. It’s not their fault and it is their fault.
Anyway, I would advise Trump to break up the media conglomerates as the first order of business. I would have him make dual nationals register as representatives of a foreign nation. I would have him clean house from top to bottom of Obama holdovers, who are working day and night to sabotage his policies. I would tell him to employ his presumed intellect in a more perspicacious manner where it involves Twitter work. What is he thinking with his scattershot actions? A good example is saying that Meryl Streep is “one of the most overrated actresses in Hollywood”. Regardless of her lack of political acumen she is one of the best actresses ever. It’s fine if he wants to call her a Hillary flunkie. This is true. Trump, unfortunately lacks gravitas and he needs to get some. He often comes across as a buffoon. George W. Bush was a buffoon. Trump does not have to be.
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I started out a day or so ago on a piece here and George Soros crept into the mix as he too often does and I couldn’t finish it because I am tired of writing about this Satanically sculptured piece of shit so… here I am and rather more wanting to write about something else.
I know that many of you are troubled these days and handling it different ways. Of course the pressure is on from invisible locations. The pressure is also on from visible locations. It’s human nature to be more aware of the one than the other but it is prudent to know that both are in operation. The evil that dwells in the land has an association with the evil that dwells invisibly, not only in places like the lower Astral Plane but in the hearts and minds of people and members of other kingdoms as well. The degree of the proliferation of evil is measured by the degree of materialism that is afoot. In other words; when our consciousness is more engaged in material pursuits, more evil is in a position to intrude. It will make a home for itself in those hearts and minds that have abandoned an integral awareness of brotherhood for selfish pursuit at the expense of one another.
It’s been said that evil is relative and that is certainly true. Some number of things that are identified as evil are not evil at all and the same can be said for good …and this is how we can become so evil while being surrounded by things that we collectively identify as good. When a society has gone off the rails in terms of rational moralities they will find themselves trapped in a place where they imagine themselves to be free and the more they exercise these questionable freedoms, the more enslaved they become. Eventually that society will fall apart, disintegrate and cease to be. You can always tell when that is on the precipice of occurrence because certain lifestyles begin to appear. People give up their principles for the sake of inclusion and are destroyed by this. They believe they are being generous and tolerant and understanding. They believe they have taken a high road and are expressing their better nature. What they have done is to nestle a serpent in their breast.
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Ah… how I wish for brighter and more beautiful days. The enemy is in serious turbo mode, both in my own life and in the world around me. I was explaining to a friend the other day about how the enemy knows who we are and what we are about and what our level of threat is to the infernal industries. The enemy has many minions, who travel about through the lower astral and each and every one of us emits a certain strength and quality of light. It it to this that they are attracted and by the components of the light that we emit they can tell if we represent anything significant that might concern them in their concerted press to plunge the manifest world into darkness.
For whatever the reason, Donald Trump and that portion of the world that is Christian and moral and honest and decent, who voted for Trump …because of what he said and promised to do and… given that Hillary Clinton and her agenda is anti-life and anti-human, they voted for Trump because the alternative was bleak and dangerous indeed. Now, the world wide witches and assorted other dark occult orders are getting together to put a binding spell on Trump. You’d be a fool to imagine that something of this kind is not potentially destructive. However, the real question is who is behind Trump and what he represents and… are they qualified and empowered enough to counter this effort?
It is clear at this juncture that a certain portion of the (manipulated) world is aggressively opposed to Donald Trump and the hopes and fears of mostly normal citizens who stand in the way of their pandemic perversity. If one looks at the opposition, it is composed of various groups who have had their way for too long to go gentle into the dark night, toward which they are assuredly bound. As time passes, we see, more and more the tyranny of the hysterical few over the sane and sober majority. None of these screeching loons are oppressed. They are catered too with the slavish and simpering genuflections of compromised bureaucrats who long ago surrendered their honor and dignity to the venal appetite of their consuming self interest.
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We know that Obama is a nasty piece of work who is taking it from behind through the pederastic rear end action of Hellfire George Soros; Little Georgie Soros. Everything coming from that side of the action is part of the Rothschild backdoor initiative. Roger that! Whether it is Chicago-Style Pizza-Gate antics or arranging, through socio-sexual change, the Reverse Kundalini, demonic polarity of negative anal dissonance, the end result is the same thing and you are still bent over on the receiving end; Play it again Samantha in waltz meter Tranny Time, Nickelodeon programming, it’s all coming out of the Rothschild… give Satan a seat at the dinner table, soap opera.
That Mr. Apocalypse is on the set is beyond dispute; that the players on the main stage know him to be corporate and active is another thing. Some of them see it as a series of green numbers and symbols falling like colorful rain down the Matrix screen. Some of them see it through the telephoto, psychopath lens, as a progression of metaphorical, tin duck, meat puppets, in and out and back and forth like a literal dance ensemble, looking for all the world like members in mutual, twisted agony… maybe a frozen bas relief of rictus screams; three act play by Dante, performed on the walls of Plato’s Cave.
What it really comes down to is whether you believe it- regardless of understanding it; whether you believe that these Gadarene Swine have any power other than as shadow play puppets, designed to scare small children, which is what we are when we do not stand guard at the gateway of the mind. Bad actors come and go. They cause mischief and nonsense, hoping they can get beyond the flaming blue velvet ropes into the VIP section and get a squeeze on the shoulder from Old Scratch. ♫I’ve got a little itch. I’ve got a little itch. There’s none of them be missed♫ So Legion walks into a bar with two diesel dykes, a Tranny in Wonderland and a Catholic priest and… never mind. It wasn’t funny.
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Mr Apocalypse keeps walking that walk …and bringing things from under rocks out into the light of day. Some mass media websites are Anti-Trump all the Time and we are encountering more and more, newer and newer sub sectors of political correctness offenses. Now we have a category entitled ‘racist anal sex jokes’. The All Negative Trump News website is also known as Huffington Post. Arianna Huffington is one of those upwardly mobile types. She married a rich oil man and got herself a nice leveraged buyout when she went her own way. Apparently her ex-husband was gay; no word on whether she was the cause of that. She’s one of those people who has raised hypocrisy and talking out of both sides of her mouth to a fine art. She wants revolution and the destruction of the Republican Party. She wants all kinds of things.
Let me point out with that mass arrest in Kalifornia; the huge pedophile ring, that… no names are mentioned, even the location is obscured and… you know why? Famous people are involved and this is something that Trump had in the works some time ago. He knew they were going to come after him so he set the groundwork in motion. He knows all about what’s going on. That was no idle mistake with Kellyane Conway about that staged event in Bowling Green. Just wait my friends. He’s playing out the rope they are going to hang themselves with. Never before has someone refused to play the game to this extent. It’s a toss up as to whether he can survive long enough to pull it off. Keep this all in mind as events proceed apace.
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Earlier I was standing by the bathroom window (no, I did not come in that way) as waves of gratitude poured over me and that has been happening over the last few weeks; right out of the blue, with nothing specific to generate it, just this combination of both love and gratitude… it’s simply ‘there’ and of course the gratitude that I am feeling generates more gratitude, it’s an infectious and contagious joy like an upwelling fountain, spilling over the lip of the bowl and running in a shimmer of light, as if it were back lit from some mysterious source. I know that this is an external projection of an internal condition with an identical shimmer, attended by music that is generated out of the shimmer and it makes me think of the beautiful interplay between sound and light and color. The colors are ever changing variants on festive emotions that burble to the surface, rising out of some internal kaleidoscope that the ineffable is using to remind me of the presence of the divine within. Every event in our lives, no matter how seemingly insignificant, is a special dealing of God with our souls.
A life time can go by and so many of us never inquire more deeply into that wonderful land which is our native and eternal home, behind the endless shifting of appearances. For those who take the trouble, which is no trouble at all, the opportunity to awaken our inner self is always on the cusp of the moment. The thrill of the possibility is like the keening of the wind, calling across time and space, as a reminder of our celestial origins. I am not interested in the Food Court. I am not interested in the world of gadgets and all the myriad of outfits I can mix and match, as one more ensemble, providing us with an identity for what the majority of us are unable to identify. We can’t really label or define it because that requires us to be apart from it. It is what it is and it speaks itself as itself, the same way the wind and the rain accomplish the same.
I don’t know what is causing this marvelous experience. It’s come and gone before but never has it returned again and again. There is this sensation of something large and invisible moving in the ethers. It is almost like that mysterious Niburu, which you are supposed to be able to see but no one has seen it as far as I know… this other is invisible but no less present. It is like some hidden planetary amalgam of music and good will. There is nothing materially solid about it. It is a collection of fluid associations where these associations take the shape of their expression. I see dancing musical notes. I see cartoon caricatures that are a kind of onomatopoeia; if you catch my implications here.
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Sometimes I wish I didn’t see things the way that I do. Later on in that same day, I am striving to see and corroborate what I see with even more intensity, so I guess I am stuck with myself and the inevitable probing… probing… looking under rocks but probing with a stick. We don’t want one of those Gila Monster episodes. One of the reasons that Truth, were it to be characterized as a personality, is seen as standing alone, afar off, unto itself, is that the truth takes you places you might not have wanted to go. You come around a corner and you see it. Then you see what it is illuminating for your pleasure or distaste. Sometimes you tell yourself, “I wish I didn’t have to know that.” But you do know that, now. As is the case with that never ending porno film, The Holocaust or the reality that Israel did 9/11. It is something to know the truth of these matters… and how can you not if you have spent any amount of time looking into them? This is probably why most people will not look deeper into the mix. It’s why they would prefer not to know how the sausages they eat are made. The deeper you look into anything of any magnitude, the deeper you also have to look into yourself and discover whether you are up to the task of knowing or not.
I forget when it was. It was a few years ago. I clearly remember it happening …but I do not remember where I was or what was going on around me. I was in a conversation with the ineffable. At one point, the ineffable said to me, “sometimes I am lonely.” Here I was in a conversation with the ineffable and I heard this. I pondered over and thought about this many times since it was said to me. I tried to comprehend how this could be possible when the ineffable lives within each of us. Is the animate spark of life, the glow, the candle, the fire and flame and the hunger of life itself, also in search of the discovery of itself. So I often, not often enough, go to the ineffable and ask, “So, how is it going? You want to talk?”