The Mind is All The Devil there Is. It is The Mind in Rebellion against Unity that Fills The Darkness with Fallen Angels.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

♫The day the butthurt died, and they were singing, “Why… why… can’t I get it with fries?” I drove my Prius to see Levy, but Levy was riding (and got trampled by) a Sybian Horse. The Nazi Transgender was on a Fentanyl bender singing, “This is the day I mask up inside. This is the day I… (gasp!)… (thud!)”

The thread that follows this main story is a telling thing. This is the year that it becomes no longer fabulous, and absolutely amazing to be sexually dysfunctional. I could feel it coming for some time. It was in the air all around me, and telepathy is as easy as opening your mind. When you diminish the noise of the intrusive separated self, you can hear everything else. There is ONLY one mind; no… really. It is proven to me several times every day.

You might think I’m delusional… because everything happening now seems more and more over the top, by… the… day. How about this as an example? A certain nation says, “Use force. If force doesn’t work then… use more force.” It’s what they just did by killing three hundred people to liberate and parade four hostages in Gaza, OR… that’s what they say. They might just as well have had those hostages in a van. That whole hostage thing is bullshit. It smells of the same tactics they use all the time to justify psychopathic behavior.

They did this! Ghammazz!!! Ghammazz! (actually, we did this) So we are going to do all kinds of terrible things, (and we do)

Am I being mean-spirited? Am I calling it like it is? Should I avoid all commentary on laugh-out-loud absurdities when… the people making this happen… are laughing at us… in the meantime… for putting up with it? They are intentionally creating ever more twisted icons and then shaming the ignorant into an obliging silence; not… all… chains… are… visible.

No… au contraire… these are just signs of how desperate they are. As absurdity ratchets up to impossible heights… in an effort to… somehow… get beyond the hands… reaching up from the graves… of all those people they wooed to an ugly death… in times past.

Then… suddenly… a voice comes out of nowhere crying; drive a Styrofoam spike where that cat wailed!!! Then the screams of those whose reach exceeded their grasp… are cut off, and… sodden confetti falls from the skies… as if ten thousand pigeons just flew overhead… only the smell is worse.

No! I don’t know where I get this stuff. I’ve always had a thing for The Sacred and The Profane… because The Divine is one side of The Helix, and The World is another, BUT… that’s all because… I did not have the eyes… to see the beauty in everything before now, so… like any real poet, I had one foot in Heaven and one foot in Hell, and the strings thrummed in betwixt them. Eventually… God took pity on me, and… I… am no more.

They’ve been at the borders of Desperation’s End for some time now. They were so busy laughing at you that they forgot to be aware of the direction they were headed in; ♫Oh, Lord, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Tinder with The Weimar Blues again♫ (apologies to Dylan) AND… as is ever the case… they went too far, and… it all unraveled; well… is unraveling, and… you will see that more clearly in coming times.

See… the closer it gets to falling apart… the more outrageous they have to make it… while they try to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

There are those who worship the appearances of ugliness and depravity, and the driving force of their existence is to seduce all others into an inescapable compromise with them. They are everywhere that innocence is present, and in the corridors of power, and in the sacristy… the monasteries… and contemplation zones. They are a wheedling invisibility… that insinuates itself into the mind of everyone drawn near… distracted by attraction and curiosity.

They want to steer The World to Grand Guignol and Danse Macabre. Some indefinable something ALWAYS seems to get in their way, and… they fall short, again, and again, and… again.

They always seem most powerful when they are on the cusp of departure. Imagine how The Light must be positioned… to throw the largest shadows, and where it is… when it throws the smallest shadows, and that… that will tell you a great deal. It is very close or… it is very far away; The Light… that is. So… what should you be getting from the presence of such enormous shadows at this time? Eh? Sometimes it is both metaphorical AND literal.

When your mind has been trained to be a willing AND dutiful servant… all manner of conundrums and mysteries are easily solved. When The Divine is ACTIVELY resident within you… you… as a tuning fork in resonance with the greater source of it… reflect The Mind of God. Yeah… it is so. As Gollum would put it; tricksy… tricksy… were the words. We employ them here because… there are all kinds of reach-arounds.

Why ever would we need parables and fables… allegories and analogies… similes… metaphors, and whatever else there be? Why would we need them if it was all clear to begin with? It’s not… because The Mind… untrained… The Mind… off the leash… is a conniving liar. First, it lies to itself, and then it lies to everyone else. Unless you arrest this process in the very beginning, it will prove to be your downfall later on. Stay off of The Spiritual Path if you are insincere and uncommitted or… you will pay a grievous price.

First, you take control of The Mind, and… every other good thing will follow that. First you still The Reactive Mind… then there are no obstacles…. merely points of observation… where you watch it all fall together, over… and over… and over again… forever. On that day when The Sun never stops rising.

I know it’s hard. In The Bhagavad Gita… Arjuna likens it to taming The Wind, BUT… it can be done. It can be done. Think about those shadows of various sizes and remember that there are no shadows without The Light. The Mind is a mirror; can be a true mirror… if you can hold it still. If you can’t hold it still… then the image is distorted, and there… there is life explained… without the need for further detail.

“O Krishna, the stillness of divine union which you describe is

beyond my comprehension. How can the mind, which is so restless,

attain lasting peace? Krishna, the mind is restless, turbulent,

powerful, violent; trying to control it is like trying to tame the wind.”

First, you hold still for God. Then God shows you how to still The Mind, and this takes a degree of Faith… in what does not EVER waver… while you wait for The Substance of Things Unseen to appear. It’s like anything else… any sport… any craft… or trade… any discipline… anything you INTEND to get good at… requires doing it over and over and over until you get it right… until it becomes automatic… until you don’t have to think about it. Thinking about it can cause you complications.

This is why you must love what you do or… don’t bother doing it. If you love it… you will never tire of doing it. If you love someone, you will never tire of them. If that love fades… because it is based on transitory interests… it will soon be gone.

It’s not that any of it is that hard. It’s that you are lazy, and you don’t have Higher Love. Look at recent generations… who have had such convenience in reach… on every side, and… where… at the same time… everything that is being advertised is carnal. The Real thing does not advertise. It doesn’t have to. It is blazing in the sky… radiant in the aether… iridescent upon the sea, and people still don’t see it.

It is because The Real Thing truly does exist… that everything false can also exist. Everything false is proof that The Real Thing is around. People just don’t know where to look for it. Even if you tell them… point blank… they don’t hear you. Something gets in the way. The Mind gets in the way.

The Mind is all the devil there is. It is The Mind in rebellion against Unity that populates The Darkness with Fallen Angels. The problems… difficulties… challenges… such as they are… are simple things presenting in complex appearances. They are eternally present within this specific bandwidth. What is confusing you… is the game of The Mind… in a state of separation… from The Only Mind there is.

Oh well… sooner or later.

Anyway… you’re watching a movie, and… if you don’t pay attention… you wind up in the movie. The Divine knows better. The Divine doesn’t have to be concerned with being sucked into the movie. The Divine is the screen that the movie is projected on, and… when the movie ends… The Divine is still there.

Of course… you need light for all of this to go down; go down? That is why The Divine said, “Let there be light!” And… there was light… because whatever The Divine thinks into being… is immediately a reality. You could be doing this too. He did make you in his image. You just have to let go of one or two things; maybe more… depending.

What they don’t tell you… if you do pick up your cross and follow him… is that you have to set something else down first. Or maybe he did tell you, BUT someone removed that section from the book… like all the other sections that got removed, and then… there are those parts that got added, and the parts that can’t be written down. They just can’t… BUT… no problem. no problem at all. What’s that song say, Love will find a way? (Once you get past the pain..) And there was also the mention of keep your heart open cause… love will find a way; sage advice… sage advice. Love’s not blind in this instance?

Okay… I’m being flippant, and… this is serious business, BUT… the key is also to keep it light. Here I am saying something that no amount of words will ever explain. I guess that’s my cue to cut it short now, so… bzzzzt!

End Transmission…….

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The Conclusion of Chapter 7 (Wisdom from Realization) from The Bhagavad Gita

Good people come to worship me for different reasons. Some

come to the spiritual life because of suffering, some in order to

understand life; some come through a desire to achieve life’s

purpose and some come who are men and women of wisdom.

Unwavering in devotion, always united with me, the man or woman

of wisdom surpasses all the others. To them, I am the dearest

beloved, and they are very dear to me. All those who follow the

spiritual path are blessed. But the wise who are always established

in union, for whom there is no higher goal than me, may be

regarded as my very Self.

After many births the wise seek refuge in me, seeing me

everywhere and in everything. Such great souls are very rare.

There are others whose discrimination is misled by many desires.

Following their own nature, they worship lower gods, practicing

various rites.

When a person is devoted to something with complete faith, I

unify his faith in that. Then, when faith is completely unified, one

gains the object of devotion. In this way, every desire is fulfilled by

me. Those whose understanding is small attain only transient

satisfaction: those who worship the gods go to the gods. But my

devotees come to me.

Through lack of understanding, people believe that I, the

Unmanifest, have entered into some form. They fail to realize my

true nature, which transcends birth and death. Few see through

the veil of Maya. The world, deluded, does not know that I am

without birth and changeless. I know everything about the past,

the present, and the future, Arjuna; but there is no one who knows

me completely.

Delusion arises from the duality of attraction and aversion,

Arjuna; every creature is deluded by these from birth. But those

who have freed themselves from all wrongdoing are firmly

established in worship of me. Their actions are pure, and they are

free from the delusion caused by the pairs of opposites.

Those who take refuge in me, striving for liberation from old age

and death, come to know Brahman, the Self, and the nature of all

action. Those who see me ruling the cosmos, who see me in the

adhibhuta, the adhidaiva, and the adhiyajna are conscious of me

even at the time of death.

I thought I might add an addendum here; note where he says, Through lack of understanding, people believe that I, the Unmanifest, have entered into some form. This is why Islam is so opposed to graven images or any material representations. They are right too, BUT I like God personalized. You can have it either way, and you can have it both ways. Fundies of every stripe do not get this.

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