First they came for the Nazis and pedophiles…

Quite a courageous offering from the Saker:

First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist
Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Socialist
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Jew
Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me

Martin Niemöller (1892–1984)

I have to begin this analysis by asking for your understanding for the fact that it will include a lot of full-length quotes. Under normal circumstances, I would have simply provided links, but considering the topic I will be discussing, and how some things suddenly “disappear” on the Internet, full-length quotes is probably the best option. The topic I want to deal with is the brutal crackdown on free speech by the AngloZionist Empire by means of its ‘loyal corporations’.
First they came for The Daily Stormer

I will begin this discussion by a summary of what recently happened to the Nazi website “The Daily Stormer” as described by Wikipedia. The reason why I am using Wikipedia is because it is clearly hostile to The Daily Stormer, so it cannot be accused of sympathy or of exaggerating what happened. Here is this account:

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Visible Origami | In a Time of Universal Deceit, People Too Often can no Longer Tell if they are Lying or Not.

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
In these times of material darkness, on the lip of the fall into a nova force transitioning of The Apocalypse, I’d like to do a reversal on that singular quote by the inimitable George Orwell; “in a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” Let us say also, “in a time of universal deceit, people can often no longer tell if they are lying or not.”
There is a reason why so many people live in deceiving mindsets and and on deceptive terms. I could link together trends of generational change from one to the next but… one example should serve and if it doesn’t then we will add more. Let’s look at the 80’s when the ‘me factor’ came into full bloom. This was the age of Wall Street excess. This was the time when traders went to the Four Seasons and other places and snorted coke off their table and ordered $2000.00 bottles of wine for lunch, just because they could. Conspicuous Excess was the name of the game. That is where it began to surface in visible form. Sure, the bankers and their parasite associates have been at it for a long while; the Federal Reserve act of 1913 comes to mind. Then there was the banker orchestrated Great Depression of 1929. These two events are directly linked.
Mark Taibbi who is one of the better writers on the subject has had a lot to say. This is a more recent example of the continuing and ongoing corruptions of the type.

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Reflections in a Petri Dish | Slicker and Quicker than any Metaphorical Liquor at The Chimera Cafe.

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
They’re coming out of the woodwork with power and force and a whole lot of subtlety. They closed down one Dark Web market, then they closed another and before they did that they took over the logical next location that the vendors and buyer were most likely to migrate to and then they ran the show as buyers and seller went about their business. I picked the right time to stop sniffing glue.
Something about the Fentanyl epidemic smells bad. I had some of the patches once and recently I had a bad experience, health wise and the doctor slapped one of the 3 day patches on my arm. I tore it off after I left the clinic. I really don’t like that stuff. I had revelation concerning it about five years ago. It struck me as a ‘prepare for death’ easement chemical. I think this Fentanyl crisis is like the CIA engineered crack plague in South Central LA back in the day. Of course the black ops side of government is involved at some level in the proliferation. Someone once said something to the effect that, “every ship of state sails on a river of darkness.”
They really don’t want people to get high on anything, which is obvious, given how they fight tooth and nail about marijuana. In part it’s the liquor and tobacco industry lobbies. In part it is that when people get high; not stoned stupid or wasted, but high, they see through things and become a problem for the Slave Master Overlords. It’s the same thing with crypto currencies and vaping. It’s the same thing with holding a valid opinion on cultural memes being shoved down our throats. Control is what they are all about. Power is one of the ultimate highs. Didn’t someone once say something about Power being the ultimate aphrodisiac? This is how it is. They are the most real, chronic and dangerous junkies ever to lurch and stumble up and down the sidewalks of life; nodding out on overdoses of blood, destruction and greed in various stalls in the corporate bathrooms.

 

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Smoking Mirrors | The Beauty of Anything is in the Heart of the Beholder.

Finally, in the tradition of a broken clock having the correct time twice a day, or a thousand monkeys on a typewriter for a million years reproducing Shakespeare, Trump did something right and that was not not only deny Trans Theysters from joining the military, he went even further than the people pressing him asked. Don’t kid yourself. This has nothing to do with the expense. It has to do with the overwhelming majority of Americans being against this sort of thing. I don’t care if people are changing their sex or whatever cartoon wonderland they are obsessed with inhabiting, I just don’t want to hear about it. I don’t want to pay for it. I don’t want to be around it but they don’t want to be around me either so… there it is.
What has happened in light of all this gender bending lunacy is that people are petitioning to become carrots and radishes by grafting with mandrake roots via cross DNA engineering, because they identify as hard slender vegetables. None of them so far have petitioned to be turned into ambulatory eggplants. There is already a law on the books blocking transitioning to softer, slender vegetables like cucumbers because of various physical dangers attendant. Bwak!!! Obama already came out as identifying as a cucumber but he’s got cachet.
I know ‘we’ have written extensively on sexual ambiguities and directly related affairs that are the hallmark of this dysfunctional age. As materialism intensifies you are going to see practically anything you can imagine and plenty you never even thought possible. Guru Bawa said that you will know we are near the end when cannibalism becomes widespread. Well, it makes perfect sense, Materialism, after all, manifests in people devouring each other and embracing that Randian maxim, Greed is good and by extension, every man and woman for themselves. In some ways, sexual maladjustment is a reaction to regimented conformity. It is also the lazy way out of the demands of family. It is a direct expression of materialism in the sense that being enclosed in fabricated matter which excludes the natural kingdom, except for potted plants, many of which are made out of plastic, results in the forced feminization of the male principle at the basal level. It is an automatic reflex manifestation of urbanization. It also results in forms of aberrant, militant feminism (not all answer this description as there are genuine expressions connected with evolutions in consciousness) because, though the majority of female expressions may be unaware of it, a departure from a balanced relationship with Nature, messes with the female being at various levels and generates rage and frustration, whose cause is not known, so the targets taken are externally garnered at the expense of both.

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Visible Origami | Everyone we have Ever Loved, we Loved because The Ineffable was in Them.

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
“plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose” as a witty Frenchman once said. The wit of the French is undeniable. Perhaps it’s in the language the way you sometimes hear, “maybe it’s in the water.” It could be in the countryside itself. There are few places on Earth as pretty as the French countryside, especially in the South. It had been my hope to live in Rennes-le-Château which is in Languedoc Province. Yeah, the Knight’s Templar were there and I kept hearing that the kind of thing that later happened to me in Italy would have happened there too, perhaps even more dramatically. This posting isn’t about that though… I’m sure we all look back at times, wistfully… the things that could have been. I’m sure there’s a phrase in French for that too, something like… Le choses qui auraient pu être.
The French language is in use in other lands as well. The motto of the Knight’s of the Garter in England is, “Honi soit qui mal y pense”, which means something like, “evil to him that thinks evil. As is typical with certain long lasting societies, there’s a deal more going on than the surface indicates. One of the Grandmasters of that society was Dr. John Dee. I know Dr. John Dee from my occult studies. He was alleged to have invoked the devil at one point. As usual, there’s more to the story that we know from cursory observation. Once again the reason I suggest that the reader read biographies is the wealth of information that not only reveals the nature of certain characters but crosses over into areas that one wouldn’t imagine were relevant. The real reason I recommend biographies is because the story of their lives leads directly to relying on the ineffable because these biographies give the examples of what happens when you do and when you don’t.

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Rockabye Baby in Woo Woo Land with the Monsters of the Deep.

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

I feel that this posting is bound to upset some people but I feel it is absolutely necessary to write it. Subsequently I wish to apologize ahead of time for offending anyone. I don’t offend just to offend. There’s no upside to that. At the same time I know of no one from Jesus Christ to Paracelsus to Guru Bawa who hasn’t pissed people off and I witnessed the latter more than once and he was a saint, which I was able to see first hand and anyone else can confirm this by simply speaking to those who were there and that includes a good number of people, some of whom I am still in touch with. That said, it is a fantasy on the part of many to think that so many really good people are not seen as they are or were; people who can create or be engaged in conflict with others. Where they differ is in how they handle it. I have recommended here for a very long time that the reader should study the lives of memorable people and perhaps read some biographies; legitimate biographies …and certain pictures of them might flesh out in a more comprehensive way.

Since the inception of New Age influences on the consciousness of so many of us, many ridiculous fables have come to be accepted as the truth. I would wager that the vast majority of everyone writing in this particular field at this time is either woefully misinformed or full of shit, if not agenda driven in a specifically pernicious way. I read enough of what they have to say to form an opinion and I know, opinions are like assholes, everyone has one but still, given what I’ve seen and encountered and by comparison with the works of ancients and illuminated mystics and yogis I am going with the latter. My assessment of these modern writers is that they are all about the money and their personal importance. I’m sure there are exceptions but none come to mind at the moment.

History is being rewritten these days and that includes basic truths that have endured since before the beginning of the last age and even before that. This is what I see. I see it every day. I move through this world and not a day goes by when I do not marvel at the degree of human stupidity and the lack of curiosity in important things. It is as if being curious about the right things will endanger their pursuit of what they want and believe me, what they want is so important to them that you don’t want to get in their way if you can help it.

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

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
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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