Dog Poet Transitioning.......
May your Soros always be cold and dead.
The ship comes up upon the horizon. It makes its way toward the port,
where we have stood with expectation for far too long. The ship grows
large upon the sea as it comes closer. Ultimately, finally, the ship
sails into the safe harbor of Visible Origami. At this stage in his
existence, Visible is looking very much like Origami; folded, spindled
and mutilated by life and unanticipated circumstance. A parallel
description might be, 'all bent out of shape' (grin). Last night's radio
show, addresses some of these concerns. Is it up yet? If not it will be
shortly, or not. Ah, there it is.
The ship has berthed. The guy ropes have been tied to the bollards. The
crew is a strange lot, a polyglot of colors and languages. Visible is
not fluent in these languages but... for some reason, Visible gets the
sense of what is being said. Large crates and trunks are being offloaded
by dock cranes. Someone is in charge of all of this but, it's not
Visible. He would probably know if it was. Someone else is in charge but
Visible can't see who it is. Someone appears at the extreme peripheral
but, should Visible turn to regard this someone, there is no one there.
Visible looks within, upon The Cloud of Unknowing. Many things seem to
be moving in The Cloud of Unknowing. The forms are indistinct and have
always been indistinct.
Visible wonders what the crates and trunks contain. Are these items
somehow connected to the 'when my ship comes in' factor? Have the
sailors ,who arrived with the ship, been with the ship for it's entire
journey from wherever it disembarked from? Did the ship sail through a
portal into this world, or did it come out of common Earth lands? Was it
lying in state for many years, awaiting the moment when the orders came
in for it to set out for Visiblelandia?
Visible was once told that the more conditions worsen in the world, the
better everything would get for him. He's never been sure what that
implies. He's been told a lot of things over time. Many of these things
exist within their own Cloud of Unknowing. The future and destiny of the
world, exists in a Cloud of Unknowing. There are blackhearted fiends,
who labor in the tortured vineyards of dark gods, who bear no love for
humanity, neither do their servants who, though they might have once
been human, are human no longer. They are magicians of a sort and their
magic is blood magic. Their gods are thirsty creatures and they are not
gods in any case. They are demons most foul, out of the fiery pits of
Hell.
A few decades ago, there was little sign of all the things that now are
so terribly present. We knew there were bad people about; ill made
entities, badly drawn monsters, whose true features were concealed
beneath a human mask. At that time the toxic evils of Israel had not yet
been brought to light. There was no internet, the internet which now
seems like an avatar. We knew there were bad people about. They ascended
to the presidency and worked the stock market with valuable
informations denied to the rest of us.
America was in Ozzie and Harriet Land. It was dreaming in its Pabst Blue
Ribbon stomachs. The fat of the land was the fat of the land.
Television was the new altar of the latest established church. In homes
across the country, people worshiped at this altar. They bought the
items that were advertised by the commercial interests that brought them
the banal and tedious shows that they watched for hours, until they
fell asleep on their couches. The coffee table was a fright, with half
eaten garbage, provided by the processed food industry. Darkness was
upon the land but it was not yet the darkness that would come with the
turn of the century. Something ugly was waiting in the wings off stage,
for a considerable length of time, biding it's time. Waiting for it's
moment to pounce upon the hearts and minds of those who never saw it
coming and still did not see it, as it manifested an appearance and grew
larger and larger.
Christianity is filled with prophecies. The Old Testament is noted for
this too, especially The Book of Daniel. What most turtle on a fencepost
Christians and biblical scholars don't know, or don't want to know, is
that The Old Testament is almost exclusively a book of Gematria.
Gematria is “a kabbalistic system of interpretation of the Scriptures by
substituting for a particular word another word whose letters give the
same numerical sum”. A more detailed description would state, “the
substitution of numbers for letters of the Hebrew alphabet,
a favourite method of exegesis used by medieval Kabbalists to derive
mystical insights into sacred writings or obtain new interpretations of
the texts. Some condemned its use as mere toying with numbers, but
others considered it a useful tool, especially when difficult or
ambiguous texts otherwise failed to yield satisfactory analysis. Genesis
28:12, for example, relates that in a dream Jacob saw a ladder (Hebrew
sullam) stretching from earth to heaven. Since the numerical value of
the word sullam is 130 (60 + 30 + 40)-the same numerical value of Sinai
(60 + 10 + 50 + 10)-exegetes concluded that the Law revealed to Moses on
Mount Sinai
is man's means of reaching heaven. Of the 22 letters in the Hebrew
alphabet, the first ten are given number values consecutively from one
to ten, the next eight from 20 to 90 in intervals of ten, while the
final four letters equal 100, 200, 300, and 400, respectively. More
complicated methods have been used, such as employing the squares of
numbers or making a letter equivalent to its basic value plus all
numbers preceding it”.
The Kabbala is also a ladder of sorts, in that it can travel up or down,
depending on whether one's intentions are angelic, or demonic. Israel
was founded by the First Family of Satanism; the Rothschilds. The
primary rabbis of this infernal country, are of a Talmudic bent and
worship a stool sculpture deity; more precisely a shit golem. Their
focus on the philosophy of materialism, out of which the Soviet
construct was born, makes them disciples of the King of Hell, who is
also referred to as “the ruler of this world”. This is why they are
traditionally defined as The Synagogue of Satan. This is why they are
engaged in sowing discord and disorder and why they are trying to
destroy western culture. These things are all true and knowing them,
clears up all kinds of mysteries that many of us formerly labored under.
The reversed Kabbala is much like the reversed Kundalini and more
widespread in times of materialism, when diverse expressions of
sexuality, reflective of the twisted aberrations, forced upon Nature,
are everywhere in evidence. Certain things surface during the decline
and fall of a culture. Certain cultural and political trends appear. The
curve that once was gradual in its descent, now begins to look like it
has fallen over a cliff. The very worst people in the society, rise to
the highest positions in the land. They are a joke and a mockery but one
thing they are not is funny. They are not amusing, nor will they be
amused when they are eventually transported to their next port of call.
The ship waits in the harbor, bobbing to and fro, as the waves from
arriving and departing ships slap at it's sides. I imagine the boat has a
name but I don't know what it is. For some reason I hear the word
Serendipity in my mind. Perhaps that is the name of the ship and a
possible reason why it has arrived so much later than was once
anticipated. What is in those crates and trunks? Is it some luggage from
long ago and now forgotten? Is it a collection of new but long awaited
items? Are these things that could not have come into port, until
conditions were optimum, meaning once I had come to a certain place that
no longer kept these items far out at sea?
I wonder if this is why the world teeters on the edge of an abyss but
does not fall into the abyss? Are there changes that are pending in the
pre-manifest, which will determine the fate of the world? Is the fate of
the world tied to the degree of collective awakening that can be
achieved by the public, which is both brainwashed and sleeping? Is there
a level of livestock like awareness, remaining yet below the one that
prompts these cretins to chant, “USA.USA. USA? Why are they not
chanting, TSA, TSA, TSA? Why do they not have a rotating, glow in the
dark, Janet (Butch) Napolitano television antenna on top of the TV, with
a web cam embedded where her third eye would be, although people like
this (who are not people in any case) do not have a third eye.
What has happened over time is that those in a position to do it, have
appointed, promoted and elevated in various ways, Satanic practitioners,
to carry out the global agenda that had laid dormant until not that
many years ago. The same thing happened on college campuses across the
country, in order to promote political correctness and drunken
promiscuity in the absence of jobs and a future. The Zionist cabal had
long been inserting itself into all sorts of strategic locations. As I
stated previously, Christianity is riddled with prophecies and the same
is true of Satanism. Their hour of emergence arrived and they came out
of their hidey holes to pervert and oppress humanity. The composition
and tenor of the music was changed to reflect their presence. The
entertainment was bent in nasty directions. Books and magazines arrived,
celebrating nihilism and the vast aggregate of humanity had these words
invisibly tattooed on their foreheads, “Abandon hope all ye who enter
here”.
One of the reasons for the appearance of Satanism, is due to a force
that has been precipitating down the planes and pushing the long
resident negative entities from their perches. They are being pressed
out into manifestation for the purpose of judgment; make no mistake
about it. Those of us without a rudder or a compass, have all sorts of
theories and superstitions about what anything means. Those with no
insight are bewildered by what appears in front of them. Those
captivated by the trivial and superficial have achieved the mental
awareness of a toadstool. Those of us with a linkage to the invisible,
receive communiques from Elsewhere that interpret and translate the
meaning of what is taking place around them. They are neither shaken nor
stirred in the course of their appointed destiny. Steadfastness should
be a highly coveted quality, as should all of the various plates of
armor that protect us in this world and grant us safe passage into the
next. It's your call but... who will come when you do?
End Transmission.......
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