Try Sitting on a Lily Pad... while The Sewage Flows around You... on The Way to The Cosmic Waste Reclamation Plant.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

I wonder and I wonder, and… I wonder, did Trump learn nothing from last time or… was all of it the plan… all along? I have mentioned many times here that the clumsy… sophomoric… and transparent theft of the 2020 election seemed to me to be a put-up job that prefaced this telling response of 2024. I know they arrange things over long periods of time. A classic example is The Protocols and the messaging in them…

…speaking of which (and I wasn’t) you can watch the Stew Peters film, Occupied at this location. I don’t know if that is still the case, but it has been for a couple of days now. It’s a minimal cost in any case and well worth the seeing. I don’t know how it got out or got made to begin with, but somehow these things happen.

It seems that The World is filled with apparent coincidences, as well as every kind of con under The Sun. There are plots inside of plots… inside of wheels inside of wheels… inside of clocks inside of clocks inside your head, and what the essential mystery to all of it is; I do not know. Maybe it is just about getting and keeping our attention and engaging our minds in trying to figure out what’s going on. Mystery is like a Christmas present… all wrapped up with a bow, and you unwrap it and find nothing inside.

Once it unravels there is nothing left. Poof… a puff of smoke, and you hear the laughter of The Cosmic Joke. Who was that masked man?

I am reminded of the Russian Dolls that keep getting smaller and… that’s it. The answer really is… that… you are the mystery. It is all about unwrapping yourself. That is the quest life engages us in, BUT… the much larger percentage are distracted by the show going on outside in Bedazzler World. There’s a Bedazzler World inside too, if you have the right drugs, BUT… in the end… you can’t get all the way there by such means, although, I must admit that I had fun… now and again… on the way to finding that out.

So… yeah… about El Presidente and the coming battle between light and darkness, and… the even greater challenge… of gaining clarity… about who and what really is in the light and in the darkness. Now you see it, now you don’t; nothing up this sleeve and nothing up that sleeve, while distraction mounts upon distraction, and… nobody really knows what’s coming.

I look at the people Trump appointed and… it’s a good news bad news kind of thing where he is giving the impression that he really intends to fix things while throwing sops and body parts to the hungry wolves of The Status Quo Finance Bros… giving the sexual deviants their opportunity to look normal… with a good guy Buttigieg, who’s doing the latest Ozzie and Harriet remake of The Formica Life… that might look good in a Norman Rockwell painting; if Norman were still around, but… he’s not. A whole lot of things aren’t around anymore.

And… there’s those people he’s slicking into the FDA and The CDC and it’s starting to look like Meet The New Boss. Maybe I’m wrong. No. I’m not wrong, but… the good news is that events never go the way that people plan for them to.

This brings me to a thing that keeps popping up in my head. It won’t go away. It keeps jumping out at me with the incongruity shoulder tap of… what’s wrong with this picture? In the picture, it’s McDonald’s all around… with Trump and RFK Jr., Elon and maybe Ramaswamy and someone else; or was it only a shadow on the wall that made me think there were really five people there? You have to keep in mind that The Shadow on The Wall is a real player these days.

The incongruity thing is… why would the guy who is getting the job to change America’s poisonous diet and messed-up lifestyle routines be eating McDonald’s fast food, and WHY! OH, WHY??? Why is El Presidente always pimping for McDonald’s? It’s not just him either. This has been a consistent meme for presidents for a long time.

Do you remember back some decades ago when Proctor and Gamble were being accused of Satanism because of something to do with their logo? I remember another story I used to hear in the ’60s about Ray Kroc and how he sold his soul to The Devil for material success, and; Woo-zam! Presto Oblongata! All of a sudden he was a playa! Anyone looking to sell their soul to The Devil has already lost it.

I don’t know that it’s true. It doesn’t keep me up nights thinking about it, BUT… but… but… there’s something going on with… the baconized corruptions of appetite… in this shake and bake… instant gratification world… leading to the snatch and grab, I WANT IT NOW mindset. It just seems to me that something is going on… with one hand giving it out one way, and the other hand giving it out another, while two other hands… that aren’t supposed to be there… are picking your pockets.

Why would someone who was going to Make America Healthy Again be doing a photo-op with McDonald’s and why would Trump always be promoting it and handing it out to people at different photo-op moments?

The thing is and it’s not just this. I am seeing all kinds of things that keep hitting The Incongruity Button in my head, and… I am REALLY having a disconnect moment about those tens of thousands of bombed children… bursting in air... that gives proof in the night that The Monsters are still there, and really chummy with The Man in Chief.

Israel is genociding The Palestinians and Trump hasn’t said a word about this. Israel is still our good buddy… even after they did 9/11! He’s supposed to be revealing all the government files on these things, and all of them… from The JFK assassination to 9/11 AND… plenty of things before AND after… ALL have to do with Israel being involved! Do you see where this hits me as being an impossibility… given where his loyalties lie?

Now… I don’t want to dump on The Trump Train. I am a hopeful kind of person who… one hundred percent of the time… relies on Faith as my numero uno. Hope has to take a back seat with Faith in my car. I was paying attention during his first term and a whole lot of things didn’t make a whole lot of sense. I keep telling myself that he is playing The Boob until he can pull the curtain aside completely, and catch the whole world flatfooted… in a moment of grand exposure.

You see. This is going to happen ANYWAY. Yes, it is. It may not be completely across the board… cause some people are determined not to wake up no matter what, BUT… if you are prescient at all, and I am somewhat prescient… then you gotta know that this apocalypse thing is real, and God is real too.

So you have to watch out for doing switcharoos in your head… because no matter what you think you are seeing… there is a whole lot more that you are not seeing. I make an effort to never give The World the power in my head. The World has no real power. What The World has is… the… appearance… of… power. It is also a plane of operation and… you don’t have to be mentally and emotionally resident there. No! You don’t. I am sitting on a lily pad while the sewage flows all around me… on the way to the cosmic waste reclamation plant.

Anyone can sit on this lily pad who has not attached their mind or emotions to the sewage that is floating by. If you do… then you are going to be floating by. Presidents come and go. Nations and their governments also come and go. Mountains rise and fall for that matter. Everything that goes up… so far as material form is concerned… is also going to go down at some point. Former Super Bowl champions will find themselves bottom rung in the standings… where they were once perennials… for a long time… until they became regular champions, and now they are in the cellar again like The Patriots.

Outside life was more primitive once and… some of us were a great deal happier. We had elbow room outside and elbow room in our minds too. Some of us still live like that but most of us don’t. There was a time you could meet the real Jesus and… I assure you that you still can, BUT there are all kinds of interceders now. You can get virtual Jesus to hear your confessions these days… if you live in Switzerland. Real Jesus is nothing like your store-bought Jesus though, and he looks like everyone else… because he is everyone else… holding up a mirror to himself. You wouldn’t recognize him on the street, which is a good thing for him, but… he’s around.

Well, virtual Jesus is coming to a fast-food cathedral near you soon enough. The people who run the governments have a plan to co-opt The Avatar, which is how so many internet images are now called avatars. These things have been in the planning for a long time too. The carnival barkers who are presently running this amusement park… fully intend to fascinate and dazzle you. Their survival depends on it. However… that’s not how it’s going to go.

Remember friends… in the midst of all these pending signs and wonders… the real thing… The Genuine Article is very much around. Don’t get swept away by the sideshow. It’s all part of the Trends and Patterns, and…

…one last thing.

End Transmission…….

Today’s Song is;

I Am Beside The Waters of The Nile, Carry On.

Poor Michelangelo came and went

He’d like to come back but the art world’s bent

no angels are drinking the sleep from his eyes

in a world of beautiful lies

They point to a thing that doesn’t exist

they tell you it’s real. oh they insist

but you can see it’s not really there

and what’s your problem..? nobody cares

I slept through my life

and never got wise

no angels were drinking

the sleep from my eyes

in a world filled with beautiful lies

in a world filled with beautiful lies

the truth that we knew it came and went

that’s not the truth it’s not what I meant

I’m trying to wash the sleep from my eyes

in a world of beautiful lies

forever and ever and where does it end

in empty places, no one can name

in ignorant wars, no one can win

but hey we’ve still got original sin

I slept through my life

and never got wise

no angels were drinking

the sleep from my eyes

in a world filled with beautiful lies

in a world filled with beautiful lies

We don’t know if it’s real or not

will it be better than what we got

was it a voice I heard in the crowds

the substance of dreams is like clouds

it’s so very simple you learn to stand still

life is an ocean and you drink your fill

and the angels are happy you’re no longer lost

In a world of beautiful lies

I woke up in life

I’m much wiser now

cause angels are drinking

the sleep from my eyes

and there are no more beautiful lies

and there are no more beautiful lies

yes there are no more beautiful lies

(close your eyes and you will see

and you don’t have to listen to me.)

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