Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
We are entering the zone. I call it 'the zone' because that is the place
where justice finally steps out of the shadows from which it has been
watching the action; “though the mills of God (justice) grind slowly,
they grind exceedingly small”. What befuddles us most is the appearance
of things. Our media, our sources of information for the world external,
are saturated with lies. These organs of disinformation do not reflect
reality but rather present life as it appears in a funhouse mirror;
people, events, conditions ...are stretched into a consumable absurdity.
We've gotten so used to it that it seems to be normal. Normal hasn't
been around here in a tortoise's age.
Guru Bawa, in one of his many discourses said that one of the hallmarks of the end times is the appearance of cannibalism. St. Dalmer of the Darkness was the precursor. Of course Emperor Bokassa
was no slouch either. Economic pundits study trends and make
projections, so do sociologist and experts from all of the synthetic
sciences, where the results reflect the conclusions they are paid to
fabricate and deliver. Those possessing jnana or an inspired,
metaphysical perspective, can note the real trends taking place.
Catamite scientists can only evade what 'is' up to a point because...
what is, is what is and what is not, cannot be sustained beyond a
temporary period of time. This is why all lies are inevitably revealed
to be lies and are exposed for all the duped world to see, when the time
comes. When the time comes.
You can only push so hard in certain places before someone pushes back.
In the wider sense, the entire push and shove of the Satanist bankers,
is to create such dire conditions in the empire that martial law will be
declared. Every effort taking place and being set in place by the
administrative, legislative and judicial arms of the bought and sold
government of empire, is geared and focused in this direction. The
economic austerities, brought about by massive off the charts
skullduggery and theft; the destruction of the manufacturing base, the
corruption and manipulation of the legal system. The fuel costs and the
food costs fluctuating in such a way that it looks like demons playing
with a yo-yo. Unfortunately, The Cat's Cradle is actually a trapdoor,
spider's web.
The carnival is in town and it doesn’t matter where you live for the
most part. The carnival is composed of many games of chance. It has that
gormenghastian funhouse, all twisty mirrored thing. There are freaks
and geeks, biting the heads off of a chicken and maybe there is even a
dancing chicken, a la Pure Country.
The suckers come and the suckers go. It looks like you can put that
ring around the neck of the bottle but appearances are deceiving and
physics is fact. Of course you can swish the basketball from that
distance, only you don't know that the rim is smaller in diameter to the
one you are used to. The carnival is a racket, just like Las Vegas,
just like the entertainment industry, just like the music business;
probably the same thing. Yeah, “it's the same thing, only different”.
Yes folks, I'm looking for a steel cage match between, It's the same
thing, only different” and “new and improved”.
“In this corrrrrrrrrner, wearing the blood red trunks and weighing more
than you ever want to have to carry on your back in any lifetime, the
shyster of shit-speak, the demon of crushed expectations, the harbinger
of bad things in your body, the killa in Vanillla, 'cept we prefer
Plumeria sap. Murderer of millions, some by knockout and boots to the
heart and lungs and bloodstream, some by slow disfiguring, waste away
(Coca Cola? I shoulda stuck with crystal meth) and some by any number of
poisonous avenues, cleaner of car battery contacts, I give you, the
present, heavyweight champion of vile world wide lies; Mr. Same thing
only Different (the crowd roars) aaaaaaaaaand in the other corner, over
there, somewhere, in the bluer than a terminally, can't be fixed, broken
heart, blue trunks is the challenger, Mr. New and Improved. Let's get
ready to rummmmmmmmmmmmmble. Tonight, your referee, is the newly
resigned Pope, His lack of grace, lese majeste, Mr. I'm getting out of
Dodge before I wind up holding the bag for centuries of evil shit, where
thing go bump in the sacristy at night, your own Pope Rottweiler,
Bennie the Gyp.
Yes, it's a carnival and for some reason, for some reason, the suckers
keep coming to the booths, like they do at the tables in Vegas, in
backrooms around the land, seeking that big, once in a lifetime return
on their investment, though they don't realize what it is that they have
actually invested, or what the real cost is. They keep coming back for
more and more. The game has been fixed since the first 3 card-Monte cat
put an ancient pebble under one of 3 clay goblets.
Lifetime after lifetime they go back to the table because one day, after
all the terrible suffering of lifetimes, scrabbling and clawing among
millions of their kind, the door to Easy Street will open and the Pinata
will break of it's own accord and the cornucopia will blow it’s goods
out all over them like some guy who did coke the night before and also
has the flu, cleans his nasal cavities over the discolored sink in some
anonymous hotel room. The irony of it is that they won't know what to do
with it when they get it. They won't be able to appreciate it because
they are sure that someone wants to take it away from them. They become
too cheap to share it, which might really make a difference in the
enjoyment factor. They are now in the position where the real rush is
simply being able to have it when so many others do not.
Easy Street may be out there somewhere, intersecting Prosperity
Boulevard but Serenity Lane and Tranquility Alley are way cross town,
outta town actually, even beyond the suburbs. Now, Uneasy Street that's a
whole other kind of road and that road runs inside of you, so that even
when you are on Easy Street, you are on Uneasy Street at the same time.
Who says you can't be in two places at once? Balderdash!
You have to think of life as a little like a roulette wheel, eventually
your number is going to come up and then it will be a matter of whether
you were cheap or willing to risk it all. That will determine the amount
you get. Payback is commensurate with faith. Now, if you were a good
guy or gal, when your ship comes in, chances are you're going to get
some satisfaction and enjoyment out of it, provided you know who the
supreme enjoyer is in the first place. That is kind of critical because
that is the only portion of yourself that really enjoys anything. If
you're a bad guy and that can mean all kinds of things, like being cheap
and only out for yourself, which isn't a crime here but which is a
definite no no everywhere you really want to be, if only you knew where
that was and... I should add, that could be right here too. Well, no
need to delineate, you get the picture or you don't. In that case it
will all turn sour on you, turn to ashes in your mouth and your
existence will be populated with all the fair weather friends you
deserve and all the betrayals and abandonments that come with the
territory. Quite some number of people are finding this out now. Some of
them are going mad and some of them are running into all sorts of problems.
It's a strange new world we now enter into. For the moment, much of it
is percolating beneath the surface but... just like boils, acne,
shingles, or Karposi's Sarcoma and so many of a like kind, these things
will be stepping out into the light of day soon enough. It is the
summing up of the age. What more can I tell you? Please observe the seat
belt signs. Turbulence is expected.
End Transmission.......
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