"It’s Something Like The Clockwork Orange Process, with AC-DC, instead of Beethoven, and an Invisible Fence Collar."
God Poet Transmitting…….
Everywhere that you see Good, if you can see Good, that is a person... place... or thing that God has touched and is present in. Everywhere you see Evil, if you can see Evil, you are looking at something God has not touched or transformed yet, but he will. He will. That is the purpose and point of it all, that EVERYTHING comes… eventually... into a unified state of awareness, in which The Universe knows itself as God.
Meanwhile… in the gold-plated hinterlands where you are not welcome, except for contributing to the crowd noise, and getting lost in a crowd of Hollywood extras, with a cast of thousands! There are other things going on that have the smell of mystery about them. I have often wondered why people listen to this pretentious windbag, Humpty Trumpty.
Why would anyone be surprised that spells are being cast? What part of the reversed kabbalah do they not get? It was used effectively on Trumplestilskinstein BEFORE it got used on anyone else, BUT… it’s just another low-brow trick. You can ONLY be affected if you are on that bandwidth. People overestimate the power of Earth-bound terrestrial magic. It’s like a spastic juggling old Durian fruits compared to that wielded by the angels of The Sun.
Nearly all of the governors, mayors, legislators, judges, and other functionaries are under some form of spell that pings off of their desire body… their fears, or whatever is susceptible to the influence of The Bodysnatching Talmudicants and their Satanic handlers.
Neither he nor they can mesmerize any of us who are free of the lures. I see the effect of it on other people. How can you miss it? It becomes puzzling when you hold the objective perspective, and you analyze the bullshit. It is very clearly bullshit, and by this time, the smell is overpowering, but they just walk through the fields of reeking carnage with The Emperor’s New Nose.
Here’s what I think. Let’s journey to Nan Curunir and Isengard, right up to the steps of Orthanc, the bewitched citadel from which Saruman oversaw his mighty factories of war. Let’s get a horse or a pony, I assume some of you are among the shorter folk, and let’s ride up to the tower with Gandalf, King Theoden, and the remaining company of The Nine (except for Frodo and Samwise) with Éomer of the Horse Lords.
Remember when Saruman turned his voice on those gathered? Remember Theoden shaking his head and breaking free of the enchantment of The Voice? I think it was Gandalf being present that made that possible. Gandalf had recently been given a promotion. Otherwise, I think The Company might have been in dire straits. It’s kind of like that in the here and now. The Voice has not yet been silenced by the head of the order. It will be.
Trumplestilskinstein’s voice has some kind of soporific effect on a specific segment of his audience. If you’re still dreaming about things on the shelf in the candy store of your mind, then I think he can put a spell on you. Some of us are immune to it because we are not resident on the bandwidth that his voice operates on.
There’s a curious conundrum here, because… at the same time… some very stupid and uninformed people are also not taken in by the oil-slick mind massages of Trumplestilskinstein. It’s really not all that puzzling. These folk have already been seduced by other snakes... in other rooms, and a familiar and comforting hiss materializes for them whenever The Other Side starts broadcasting the thought hummers that make the other ground squirrels sway to the beat.
The soon-to-be deposed... demonic underlords of the McMansion and trailer park mind… have been working both sides of the equation since way back. On one side is the Marxist mind parasite... that gets installed during the college years, by the same people... pushing all the kill and eliminate whitey screeds… while on the other side are the evangelical Zio-catamites… red-blooded patriots, and rank and file America being taken in by the Neo-Con line.
Both sides are controlled by the same entity that set up shop in israel a while back. They’d already seeded the ground with The Protocols, and the Frankfurt School, Zionism, and the various themes that all get regularly rejuvenated by the jingo-lingo of the moment, and either denied or promoted depending on which way the wind is blowing.
If you are not taken in, the whole dance... coming at you from a hundred directions at once... looks like countless hydras with the heads of circus ringmasters, carnival barkers… and vaudeville performers doing the old soft shoe in your head. On any one hydra body, you might see the head of Paula White and Laura Loomer joined in a Picasso-motif of Siamese girls merged at the fracture line, with Satanyahu next to them, and a Fox host, a famous Hollywood actor…
...Ted Cruz… and sundry members of the programmed talking head circuit. Hydras from the other side would have Mamdani… Newsom… more Hollywood actors… a famous fag or two, also possibly joined in Picasso motif-style, but pornographically so, and including a sampling of poor souls, who were the beneficiaries (if I can use that word) of a government or NGO sponsored Amygdalotomy. If you’re not familiar with this sort of procedure, you’re probably better off not knowing.
Tom Wolfe wrote about it in the introduction to his novel, I am Charlotte Simmons, which most people (I suspect) have never even heard about. They really… really wanted to make a movie about it, BUT… like The Monkey Wrench Gang, They Live, and a few others, something happened, so nothing happened. Right.
They are doing all kinds of things to all kinds of people these days, BUT you had to reserve your karmic slot for the experience ahead of time. It’s like wanting to catch a show at The Sphere in Vegas (baby), and not realizing that you are one of the performers in a literal dog and pony... Tijuana hooker... showcase of a kaleidoscoping... degenerate... replicating mind-diorama, where the viewing portal has a glueboard frame. It’s something like the Clockwork Orange Process, but with AC-DC instead of Beethoven, and an Invisible Fence neck-piece.
In other words, what I am trying to say is that there is a pinscher tactic, double envelopment process taking place from the street… to the boardrooms… to social media… to every watering hole with an address on The Grid and GPS register. They discovered, through endless testing, that simply plunging you into a sensorium of programmed sights and sounds was not enough. They found that the rats eventually lost interest, and there was no one left to torture.
Once you reach the depths of human potential, there are two driving urges that remain: the desire to torture and the despoliation and ruination of innocence. If you are in the upscale target group… future rulers of The Dungheap… incestuously conceived, according to scheduled engagements, then you get The Treatment at an early age, which culminates in some sort of hideous... rite of passage... dark initiation ritual... carried out by someone who looks like Martha Stewart, but sounds like Pee Wee Herman, or the reverse.
I don’t remember details like I used to, and they are always changing things around BECAUSE… like I said, they discovered that doing it all one way just meant a lot of dead rats, and it’s not like they care, or there aren’t more rats where those came from. It’s because torture and the despoliation of innocence are the driving factors, and dead or indifferent rats are no fun at all. So… they have the more recent system of endless switcharounds.
Eventually, you don’t know if you are coming or going, and the only thing that is pressing on your mind is how to get the Hell out of there. Well… you don’t. You don’t… until you stop wanting what got you in there in the first place. That’s how it worked for me, and how I became immune. It’s The Other Vaccine, that most people don’t know about, but it is no less real for all that.
Not wanting anything is not the same as living in terminal indifference, where you have been so shocked by over-stimulation… and jaded to the point that you can’t be reached by any tactile means, and you don’t feel anything either, or are they both the same? It doesn’t matter. There’s no one home anymore.
No, it’s not like that. It’s more like being suffused in every cell of your being by a sense of completeness... to the extent that you are free of all need for anything... ever… which leads directly to not wanting anything, because you are... already... complete, and you can communicate the same at a wider reach. It’s kinda like… Love.
You’re either in-it-to-win-it, or you are in-it-to-get-out-of-it because you can only be free by passing through it, and that is when you REALLY have to start paying attention to the road signs and invisible cues.
Ergo, when I hear Trumplestilskinstein The First telling blatant lies that an eight-year-old can see through, and then repeatedly contradicting himself, and then inventing preposterous shit that makes retards laugh when the square peg goes into the square hole, I think to myself, that… if you’ve not also seeing right through it by this time, something is VERY wrong with you, and it can’t be fixed in the short term..
I know what happened. He got your hopes up. Hope is the last thing to die, and the people driven by torture and the despoliation of innocence count on that. They REALLY count on that. They want you hoping, so that they can look right... into... your... eyes... while all hope dies. So… for those committed to hope against hope that SOMEHOW… this insane clown show… will suddenly turn into the Elysian Fields of their dreams, let me tell you, if you build it, they will come and piss on it.
I am not an Iranian, BUT hundreds of little school girls blown to pieces, INTENTIONALLY… REALLY bothers me. I am not a Palestinian, but hundreds of thousands of dead mothers and their children, selectively and intentionally murdered for sport and gain (of all kinds), also REALLY bothers me, BUT what bothers me so much more is that it doesn’t bother millions of people who somehow believe that it must be necessary... somehow. It’s NOT necessary. Not ever.
Part of me wants to scream, FUCK YOU!!! from the rooftops of The World. Another part of me wants a voice so loud that it drowns out every other sound on Earth, so that a perfect stillness descends, and I can ask every living thing, “What do you think you are doing? Why do you not care at all? Why are you immersed in the most vulgar and carnal activities imaginable? Did you learn this at home?”
See, I KNOW… it’s all bad parenting. This is why a large section of a certain race is now embarrassing itself in the eyes of The World, and they think they can just get louder and louder and drown out the censure of The World, while they never even see the guys with the black hats, and black coats, with the funny hair curls, grinding the organ they are all dancing to.
It’s all bad parenting, and no parenting. Everything is just a show, and... just for show... now. It’s all sensation, bling, and booty. It’s endless fire pits that NEVER stop being hungry. It’s all you can eat, all the time.
People (deliberately, I think) misread me when I say, there are no innocent bystanders, and that EVERY scenario that EVER takes place here, is all programmed at an earlier time by the people performing in them. It is the nature of Kali Yuga for everything that didn’t get cleared up at an earlier time to get cleared up in that period.
I’m at some distance from most of it because most of it doesn’t apply to me. This is one of the reasons why I know it to be true, and there are others, some of whom are reading these words right now, who also know this to be true.
It doesn’t mean I don’t feel sorrow, and outrage (on occasions) even though I know the whole thing is scripted, AND… if you are capable of hearing the right voice, you won’t be in those scenarios, AND… I should point out that The Power and Grace of God are limitless. Make of that what you will. Today’s song sums it up very well, I think.
Unlike the case with all the pundits and experts, what we talk about WILL come true, because new permutations of the same circumstances, all repeat again and again. If you can’t remember the last time it repeated itself, that’s not my fault. Pay attention! Everything Jeremiah was wailing about earlier on is right back in-your-face again now, and…
End Transmission…….
Today’s Original Song is=
♫Some Will Choose Heaven, and Some Will Choose Hell♫
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Here is the conclusion of The Most Holy Trinosophia of The Comte De St. Germain, and well worth contemplating=
I crossed the square, and ascending a marble staircase that lay before me, I saw with astonishment that I was entering the throne room (the first one I had found myself in upon arriving at the palace of wisdom). The triangular altar was still in the center of this room, but the bird, the altar, and the torch were united and formed a single body. Nearby was placed a golden sun; the sword that I had brought from the hall of fire rested a few steps away on the cushion of one of the thrones.
I prayed to the sword and striking the sun, I reduced it to dust. I then touched it, and each molecule became a golden sun like the one I had shattered. “The work is perfect!” cried a loud and melodious voice. At this cry, the children of light hastened to join me. The gates of immortality were opened to me, the cloud that covers the eyes of mortals dissipated, I SAW, and the spirits who preside over the elements recognized me as their master.
END
It is especially important to read the footnotes and commentary that follow afterward.
LINKS TO THE RIGHT OF. LINKS TO THE LEFT OF ME, AND LINKS DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF YOU=
HAHAHAHAHAH!!! This is the mayor of a large American city!=
True=
https://x.com/financedystop/status/2047346006002381294
This is old news, says the guy who keeps repeating that everything is a projection of The Mind, that guy is me, by the way=
If you have money, I want you to read this, plus... Thailand is a very cool place to live, especially if you are upcountry (tigers do wander around occasionally)=
HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!=They’re calling it sushi-rap!=
Here is Evil at work in everyday life
a recent Saturday afternoon in Central Park=
The George Floyd thing=
This is all true=
Well, this is just weird=
How come I don’t have this?=
This is how you behave when you are batshit insane=
Heh heh. They are asking why and how this happens. It happens because the teacher’s union and certain NGOs are making it happen=
What a great love story!=
Goddam.
https://x.com/AwakenWithJP/status/2051485698356564144
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Did you see the USDebtclock.org's secret window now claims Justice is coming?
After paying taxes for 30+ years they're gonna give each tax payer back 83k? HAHAHAHAHAHA
Don't Worry, Accountability delayed is Justus Served.
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