They Wander in Darkness and... Do Not Know Where They are Bound. How Can They Impact on Me... Unless I Join Them?

 God Poet Transmitting…….

This is the day, my friends, when the rubber meets the road. Madness lurks below the surface… of the thin veneer… that sits atop the steaming waves… of the vast subconscious ocean. Each of us is a tiny island… surrounded by the roiling waters of change.

Change is inevitable, and… resistance is predictable. Resistance is also… futile. Change will come, and the pain and suffering attendant will be equal to the degree of resistance given. Count on it. The World is in a state of change… giving birth to a new age… coming through the portal… on a conveyor belt of time. You can hear every tick as the seconds transform into the shapes of a new day… where the past is swept away, and… is meaningless to everyone except those who do evil… or wait for some form of reward in a vicious circle.

I was scanning The Toxic Media yesterday; Wash Post… CNN… Fox… and Breitbart, and the general slant given to the manufactured news, and the way they all reflected each other… the way a drunk who collapsed on a curb might see his face in an oil slick. It really depended on what was going through the mind of the person reflecting it. In every case, the reflection was passing through a medium that had been thrown up against a wall several times, considering that previous visitors had pissed on and thrown up on the wall as well.

Then The Divine stepped in to tell me not to let my thoughts be troubled by lies… they are the currency of The Damned, and the lost children of Perdition. They wander in darkness and do not know where they are bound. How can they impact on me… unless I join them?

Then I had this clear series of images appear before me. It was like a travelogue of personalities who had bent over for demons… and who repeated the lies of January 6^th… who chose to ignore all the videos of poll workers… stuffing ballots through drop boxes… showing up in delivery vans in the early hours… with mailbags filled with fraudulent ballots… the odd closing of polls in every… single… battleground… state… until they could get their numbers in a row.

I saw the talking heads from Morning Joe… and Bill Maher… to The View… and all the rest of the fake-news media… repeating obvious and proven lies, over… and over… and over, and they just didn’t care. They had their money and their fame. The souls they exchanged for these things held no real value for them.

I saw all the COVID and Killer Vaccine apologists. I saw endless ranks of faceless people with only a mouth… opening and closing… like a fish in an aquarium… cartoon balloons escaped from their mouths like bubbles floating to the surface, and in every bubble there were words… densely packed together, and they were all the components of lies… falsehoods whose purpose was crowd control.

I saw rooms filled with experts talking about climate change, Ukraine, and Gazan death lotteries. Sinister figures… in black suits… that looked like Snidely Whiplash looking over his shoulder, or a Jesuit… were moving among the experts and pulling bundles of cash from a bag.

All these strange sequences… passed across my mindscreen… the way a dream moves through our subconscious while we sleep, and it took no time at all. The same is true of dreams generally. I saw important world leaders… droning on in large choruses and they sounded like a bee’s wings in flight. All of them were being operated like construction machines at a building site or a landfill, and similar dark figures were peering over the shoulders of every one of them.

Celebrities with successful stage and film careers… were arranged in little video blocs… as if a transparent chessboard were overlaid on a large television screen, and each space was a picture inside a picture. They all had the tops of their heads removed and demons were pouring liquid shit into their brain cavities, and then the shit would pour from their mouths. I guess the television screen… the main screen was a 3-D unit, and it wasn’t long before the entire screen was obscured by shit…

…and I kept thinking… shit is highly flammable! Yeah… strange things can move through a person’s head when they are having an outbreak of clarity.

There was a central clearing point that looked like the concourse at Grand Central Station… magnified a thousand times, and countless forms were swaying in conga lines around a dirty disco ball. A voice told me it was a false light generator, and that this place was The Automat Church of Material Torment. False light was streaming in all directions… so many rays of smoky light, and each of them was filled with objects that were the material representation of various carnal desires.

A wandering wraith of Hieronymus Bosch sidled up next to me and said, “Good Job. Good Job.” A moment later another ghost showed up and asked me how I knew that was Bosch, I replied, “Who else could it have been?” Apparently, Dante and a host of similar characters were in the neighborhood at the time.

Some kind of convention was going on. I was told that conventions were quite common in times of apocalypse and… certain souls… from many… many thousands of years past would show up because they had some earlier connection to similar events, and… apocalypses.

Apparently in the many time continuums… that weave together into a tapestry of The Eternal Now… endlessly replicating the same… like the scroll on the lap of The High Priestess… there are the human equivalent of game trails… tracks and spoors of life forms passing… that leave evidence of their passage, and… those with common attractions… often follow one another around… like hungry ghosts… across a never-ending horizon of paths… that lead to places they never arrive at.

Such is the nature of The Lower Astral Plane I am told. There are many tales that present the stories of people caught up in a passion they just can’t shake. The souls (such as they are) of misers often congregate around areas of hidden treasure. Others haunt public restrooms and subway tunnels… late-night eateries… nurseries… anywhere that they maintain an attraction… for whatever it is… that goes on in these places.

There are worlds upon worlds that exist outside the bandwidth of the material senses. They are right next to us, and sometimes you get a sensation of their presence. This accounts for haunted canyons… houses… forests… graveyards, and what have you. These locations can be very different in the day and in the night. They draw their power… the fuel that propels them… from the light that rules that time of day. Occult teaching says that every hour of the day is ruled over by a specific entity.

So… I see all of these cartoon characters moving across the mindscreen… they are here for a time and then they are no longer here or… they are still here, like all those entities I just mentioned, but… you can’t see them. Great dramas are being played out, and future destinies are being assembled… by fools who have no idea what they are up to. They are more of the… take the money and run… sort, and… the implications of some future up ahead do not interest them.

Everyone is in some state of possession. It is an inescapable thing. You can choose what will possess you, but you cannot choose not to be possessed. Like the song says, “You got to serve somebody.” What happens in the process is that you come to resemble that which has possessed you. If you don’t change direction… you eventually become a demon… serving a particular appetite… forever… or at least what feels like forever, and then… you go looking for someone you can possess too. Otherwise… you might become an angelic being, as your patterns and habits come to reflect that.

You become the reflection of whatever you emulate most and… it isn’t long before you attract similar entities to your side. There is a reason why there are so many stars in the sky. These are all self-realized beings… shining with their own light.

Every planet you know about, and far more planets that you don’t know about are teeming with life forms that reflect the environment they inhabit. Then there are all the Heavens… that move from one degree of fine to the next. It’s all an endless procession in one direction or the other, and… today we have an election with far-reaching consequences. I suppose we will see what happens or… maybe we won’t. Maybe we will just be told by one of the people already mentioned, and…

…one last thing.

End Transmission…….

I did an appearance on F2F Radio with James Jancik on Sunday. You can find it here.

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Today’s Song is;

Panning for Gold in a Dangerous Stream

Searching for God

lost on the way

sleeping alone and

what can I say?

The World is a blind

and perilous mystery

Panning for gold

in a dangerous stream

Searching for God

looking for light

Walking by day

and by night

The darkness is pulsing

it’s not what it seems

Panning for gold

in a dangerous stream

Searching for truth

and the mystery of time

The heartbeat of love

that’s in tune with mine

Deep in the memory

lost in the past

and now I have found you

at last

The harder I look

The more I go blind

The world disappears

And so does my mind

The windows get washed

But time marches on

You see something and then

it’s gone

everything changes

to more of the same

life and death’s

just a game

How did I miss the thing I miss most

how did I get lost and wind up on the coast

You think it’s funny the irony’s clear

that kinda love can’t be found here

I gave it a shot life after life

in a race against time with plenty of strife

some people will do anything to survive

they still won’t escape here alive

I’ll tell you my friend it’s a dangerous scheme

looking for God in a fast-moving stream

Deep in the memory lost in the past

and now I have found you at last

The harder I look

The more I go blind

The world disappears

And so does my mind

The windows get washed

But time marches on

You see something and

Then… it’s gone

everything changes

to more of the same

life and death’s

just a game

searching for God

you get totally lost

you lose everything

that’s what it costs

Some ride in a circle

some stop for a while

Some stay inside

with a secretive smile

Life is a riddle

that swallows its tail

it’s all gonna change

the checks in the mail

Searching for truth

and the mystery of time

The heartbeat of love

that’s in tune with mine

Deep in the memory

lost in the past

and now I have found you

at last

maybe you know

it’s not what it seems

panning for gold

in a dangerous stream

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