Gratitude from the Heart of the Center of the Everlasting Residence of THE LOVE..

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Here we are, the day of Thanksgiving ...and I visualize this day as being a reminder to remind ourselves every day of the year to be... grateful and as a play on words, great-full as well; to remember to be filled with greatness because of that which inspires, guides, protects and sustains us, from within, to the extent that we will permit it. The finest, dare I say... greatest feature of free will is less a call to righteous action (though that is significant) but rather, a call to surrender. Let that which is the truest state of being, whether sentient or quiescent, be acknowledged as the greatest reality by comparison with all of that which cannot be compared to it. It is or it can be, though it is in any case. Om Tat Sat, which to me means, God is Truth or God is Real. When we say, God is Real at these locations, it is a reference to that.

One might transpose it also in a metaphysically creative manner by saying, “I am that I am.” I am that I am says, without directly saying it... I cannot be defined, I simply am. This is one of the finer poetics of surrender; you throw your hands in the air and say, “It is beyond me. I cannot comprehend it. I trust your essential goodness and give way before the certitude of this." When we surrender we let go of everything and that which is true and real is what holds on when there is nothing left... all of what having departed being just an attachment we had some relationship with out of the fear of being left with no identifying ground whatsoever so... it's really about the fear, which gives insight into the truth that Love and Fear displace one another and cannot occupy the same space at the same time. This brings one, once again, to The Greatest Commandment. Letting Fear take the tiller results in the ineffable being displaced from the same position and the tiller commands the rudder; that which 'guides' the boat of being.

We don't find God. We accept that God is already present and will reveal himself if we permit the removal of what conceals his presence from us. You do not have to see God. You only have to be certain he is there whether you can see him or not; “No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us.”

“Not that anyone has seen the Father, except the One who is from God; He has seen the Father.” Whoops, looks like someone has seen God and I think I'm going to keep that other phrase uppermost in my heart and mind;

“Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it.”


We use as examples, inspirations from the Christian faith because most who come here are of that persuasion. One can easily find near exact statements in every other legitimate faith. They will be used as well. We are exclusive only in respect of that which is indefinable and incomprehensible, within the field of limited schematics and blueprints, we have no allegiance.

Why are we experiencing an epidemic of tattooed and pierced 'pressed meat' crowds of individuals? People don't know who they are. Their traditions are crumbling and nothing good is standing in as a hijack proxy. Sexual activity, one of the strongest definers as far as role expression goes, has trampled down the fences that previously set certain parameters. People, as a result know even less of who they are and are less comfortable wearing a set of clothes designed for them by people who hate Lady Nature and want to put her in platform shoes and trip her in the crossroads of the moment, which, as you should know, is always a crossroads, every moment is, because you can go in any direction at any time. There is another crossroads that appears in that passing chord moment of a lifetime, called by some a Saturn return. You can ponder that at your leisure.

Why is there an opioid epidemic wrestling in an astral Faraday cage match with alcohol and bad food addictions; making it a tag team match, since there are other major players as well? One should never discount the impact of collective human ignorance, given the evidence of what they seem to be motivated and confused by. As if on cue, here comes one Jason DeRullo doing a halftime, awkward, blind and bumbling clown scenario, at the Detroit-Minnesota Thanksgiving game. You can probably look it up on Boobtube in a couple of hours, OR LESS (apparently it went up right after). I can't understand anything he is saying, although I think I get the point (grin). I love it when the ineffable, literally in the moment, counterpoints what is getting said here ...with often graphic examples.

Why is there animosity between the races? Why do those with too much have even more and those with too little have even less? For me, everything and everything is reason for gratitude.

I am as glad for what I am not, as I am for what I am ...and which is in a state of ever-flux till the event horizon becomes the moment at hand.


I have a broken foot- two bones- for the moment; no big deal. I haven't been upset once, outside of being upset with myself for not paying attention, I've just been grateful and was told to be grateful because I would soon see why it happened and that is because is and ever shall be. Oh yes!!! Do not let your hearts be heavy. If an apocalypse is a revealing that existence is a war for the control of the human soul and... if Jesus, as The Christ, conquered for all time, every resistance to our liberation and illumination. If Jesus the Christ was victorious over Hell and Death, on our behalf ...and... if all we have to do is recognize and accept this... surrender to the enduring certitude of it... should we not be grateful to the bleeding edge of the possibilities of our awareness? This is said, in honor of the one who bled and still bleeds, to maintain the potential for freedom for anyone, who will take up their cross and follow him. It is the ineffable through his primary and highest manifestation, who took upon himself the sins of this world, in order to perpetuate the continuance of opportunity, for anyone who, at any point, can come to an understanding of what really took place and who was really involved.

We would be far more absolutely filled with conviction, awe and surrender, if we truly apprehended who does what and why. God has proven to me without fail, how great his love for me is and has proven it from both sides of the coin of suffering and joy. “Those whom the Lord loveth, he chasteneth.” Take a moment to review what you have reason to be grateful for; really study it, not only with what SHOULD BE obvious but with an awareness of what you ARE NOT experiencing. I've had about as difficult and extended a stretch of bad highway as anyone I know but... it has only increased the capacity of my appreciation for what the result of it has been. How could I have come to the awareness that I presently possess without paying the ferryman for the guaranteed passage across the ocean of doubt and fear? Everything comes at a cost. Strangely enough, far too many people feel that... the cost in experience of being made aware of the eternal love of the almighty... is too great to go through... yet... they willingly embrace a cost far greater for that which is not even worth having in the first place!!! It astounds, mystifies and leaves me confounded. At least I can say, no matter what the cost, the end result is well worth the price. Perhaps people just don't get what is into play here? Is that what it is? They don't register what the value and degree of potential gain and loss is?

Lord God almighty, I thank you from the deepest place within and as completely and comprehensively as I can manage. I thank you! I thank you!! I thank you!!! My heart swells with gratitude!!!! AND what thrills and moves me even more... is the sure and certain knowledge that I am unaware of the greater meaning of it all and have fallen far, far short in my understanding of it. I routinely miss so many evidences of your kindness and mercy to me. At any point, my lord, you could have, without argument from me, justifiably eliminated me from the field of play, were you as judgmental and as cavalier as I have been in my time. I stand with Jesus and the woman at the well. I also know what a crock of horseshit the perversion of this exchange happens to be, by those whose intention was to pervert these scriptures, a very long time ago. The lies have been in place a great deal longer than the lie of the Cash Register Holocaust. God chooses NO SPECIAL PEOPLE for the proliferation of his word and I submit to you. I SUBMIT TO YOU! It is a living word, not a written word and had you the capacity, you could read the Bible AS IT IS WRITTEN, in a flame series of hieroglyphics, upon the living flesh of your spiritual heart. I know this to be true from personal experience, no matter how far I have fallen in the aftermath of that vision.

God is real! God is real!! God is real!!! Let that be the source of all the gratitude you feel on this day and forever afterwards. The eternal waters of the everlasting truth, pour out upon and sometimes... through us, one and all, every day/ ...and we mostly neither see not hear, nor feel them but we could. We could. I do not see as once I did but assuredly, I understand better than I ever have and that illustrates and confirms and authenticates LOVE as the origin and end result of everything before and in every moment following ...and at the end.

Lord, I am both dumbfounded and humbled by the mercy and majesty of your undeserved gifts to me. I am grateful! I am grateful!! I am grateful!!!


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(Someone sent me an email with a link from a posting from Henry Makow and after reading it, I wanted to go there and comment on it. There was no link in the email, so I had to go to the main site and being as he had also written about gratitude, I read it ...and found a surprising mention at the end of his post. Henry and I do not always agree about every issue but we are both in firm agreement about the living truth of God in all things. Thanks, Henry!)

Living for the Material Moment in Snapshot Capture Land without Panorama View.

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The jackals are howling. The carrion birds are circling. The shameless opportunists are wetting themselves with excitement. Small groups and singular individuals are pushing to the center of the stage to accuse everyone in reach. There's probably at least a talk show engagement in that somewhere and perhaps a book deal as well. The mindless pursuit of celebrity is something to see. “Hey! Hey! Over here!” screams the man with the illuminated Rudolph the Reindeer clown nose. Then there's all those professors of Gender Studies who are free to hold forth on any and every issue under the sun. The only requirement is that they don't know what they are talking about but they did take the time to memorize the party line brought to you by the same people who have been training our police forces and who are now fully informed about the wisdom of it being better to ask for forgiveness afterwards than permission beforehand. That's what we have lawyers and publicists for. The difference between them is that one buzzes the rim of the toilet bowl like an intoxicated hummingbird and the other operates with scuba equipment or already has gills.

Poor Judge Roy Moore, or Ten Commandments, Roy Moore, as I like to think of him. His misfortune is to be a staunch and fundamentalist Christian in an America hijacked by Satanic Zionistas who don't want any lawmakers near the sausage factory, or imputing on traditional sexual mores. That is anathema to the Judas Goats, who are engaged in leading humanity through the Gates of Doom. Anyway, the Tribe junta that hates Roy has somehow located someone who says that Roy rubbed them inappropriately around 40 years ago. This suddenly surfaced a few days before the election tomorrow. Interesting timing and what a coincidence! Uh huh. In the meantime, in one of the most egregious expressions of stank hypocrisy, the nearly exclusively Tribe member sexual violators of anyone in reach are presently in the cross-hairs of similar difficulties, except in their cases the offenses are more proven. One of the best ways to get the heat off yourself is to have it put on someone else; thing is, Mr. Apocalypse is wearing the engineers hat and leaning out the window of the big train of destiny and he is grinning like a loon as he pulls down the cord of the train whistle. My man, Mr. Apocalypse, get on with your good self! Ye hah!

Yeah... around the world all sorts of changes are in action. Some people think they are controlling them and some of them have been thinking that for a long time. They really believe that power and position insulates them from catastrophe. Au Contraire, all that does is to maximize the exposure and the audience when it's your turn in the barrel. You can mention the word 'apocalypse' to all kinds of people and they will each have some idea of what that means and often enough these days have no clue at all except for a possible disaster film reference. It doesn't matter if you know what something means or not. What matters is your relationship to it, because that will be operational whether you know what's going on or not. Apocalypse has a lot to do with light, though I'll bet you have probably never even heard that. It's an easy association to make if you simply look at the dictionary definition of 'apocalypse'. Oddly enough, this is the first interpretation that I saw at the top of the page; “the complete final destruction of the world, especially as described in the biblical book of Revelation.” Really? Here's some more uninformed horseshit. Apocalypse means revealing and uncovering. This is a little closer as the result of taking the word from its origins. Of course you can't have uncovering and revealing without light. How are you going to see anything without light?

There's all kinds of light. There is the false light of the world and there is the true light that provides illumination on any matter to which that light is turned. If what you perceive is 'exposed' to you via the false light of the world then it stands to reason you are delusional as to the real meaning of anything. Often enough though, people standing in the false light of the world, the last thing they want is the real meaning of anything. People want things to appear to be and seem to be what they want them to be according to their desires in respect (or disrespect) of anything. You can't tell them anything ...and put yourself in danger of being torn asunder should you be casting your pearls before swine. One of the real reasons for not eating pork, besides making the qualities of the pig a part of you is that so many people reincarnate as pigs in times of material darkness. You can argue that point if you wish, you just won't be arguing it with me. I don't argue. If I don't know, I don't know and if I do I do. End of story.

You need light. You need true light. You need it far more than you know. You need it desperately. You need it the way a drowning man needs oxygen. Let's address 'quality of life' in regard to quality of light. How can you possibly experience joy, bliss or peace in a false light? You cannot be at peace with yourself in a false light, much less with anyone else.

Henry Kissinger, that psychopathic fomenter of global conflicts and strategic location wars said, “Military men are just dumb, stupid animals to be used as pawns in foreign policy.” This is an observation made in a particular light. It is also true that Smedley Butler went on about war being a racket and it has certainly been my observation that the rank and file and probably all the way up are simply canon fodder for wars created by international bankers for their personal profit and no other reason except perhaps to feed horrific battlefield beasts of the lower astral. This is one of the reasons that the Israelis routinely murder the Palestinians and their neighbors on religious holidays so as to make a blood sacrifice to certain powerful demons who assist them in their pursuit of complete world control; something that has never been achieved by anyone and never will. Once there is a sufficient amount of evidence of consistent bad behavior, Mr Apocalypse steps in and sets judgment in motion. Of course it takes far too long in the eyes of many, who live in snapshot capture land and who are unaware of the long view in the mind of The Logos, who weaves all destiny and fate into agreement with the laws and necessities of karma. The entire stage of existence exists solely for the outworking of karma and as a performance piece for the purpose of demonstration.

It behooves anyone with access to the good light to work with determination to serve that light and burn off the samskaras that cloud their spiritual sight. If you can't see where you are going, you probably shouldn't be going. There are a number of telling examples in this regard. Years ago a National Geographic team was on Maui, I think it was in Iao Valley. I can personally attest to how precarious that landscape is. They were up on the side of the mountain on one of those narrow trails that are all over the islands and a dense fog came in. If they had simply stopped and waited, no longer how long that might have been, they would have survived. As it was, all of them were lost. If the way is clear, no questions arise. If the way is cloudy, questions should arise. I do not suggest the use of The Magic 8-ball in situations like that.

Cynical pandering commercials are everywhere about the military realm. “Thanks for your service in killing people in lands you should never have traveled to.” Of course, I am a pariah for pointing this out but... so be it. The people selling the bullshit don't give a damn about these soldiers. They only want them for their escapades and campaigns in the pursuit of world subjugation, which is never going to happen. What do these men tell themselves when they are sent to guard the Afghanistan poppy fields on behalf of the pharmaceutical drug dealers and the big time entrepreneurs of the same?

I've never doubted that there are legitimate reasons for a military and police presence but that is all due to living in times of material darkness where the lust and fever for money and goods is greater than any other hunger there is. Someone has to protect those who have too much. Meanwhile, everyone else wishes they were members of the Too Much Club. It's a scrabbling of blind lunatics after shit painted gold who are consumed with the appetite to eat one another alive. Of course it's crazy. I can look directly at it and see that but to those who see the matter in another light, it makes perfect sense so get the fuck out of my way. Ah well. All things in time. All things in time. It is especially so as we are in a time of summing up. Mr. Apocalypse wouldn't be here if it were not so. All manner of events would not be taking place if this were not so. It's what it is but it's going to look a great deal different depending on the light you are seeing it in.


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Patrick Willis narrates:

Living for the Material Moment

(in Snapshot Capture Land without Panorama View)

Imprisoned Forever by the Commitments of its True Nature which is Love

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Love is a beautiful thing and far more complex than most might imagine. It evolves as well and becomes permutations of itself far beyond the pedestrian understandings that exist in these afflicted times.

Out in space they have a phenomena called the Kilonova. It's called Kilonova because it is a thousand times more powerful than your run of the mill nova; if such cosmic events can ever be called run of the mill. It is caused when two neutron stars or a neutron star and a black hole merge. Consider for a moment that a neutron star is actually a conscious being. Then the merger can be seen as an act of love between two bodies and in the explosion of their coming together they expel gold and platinum across the universe and lead as well. This makes me think of the 3 gunas. It also makes me think that here is an example of cosmic love making. For whatever the reason, I personally have no doubt that this is so.

I see the Big Bang as a sex act. I see the whole expression of the universe as a perpetual coupling. It is also akin to an unimaginably long breathing in and out. If you read about Kilonovas you are going to discover some interesting correlations and connections, as well as irony in abundance but... I find these in most everything. Your entire understanding of existence and the manner in which you experience it, as well as whether you are sad or joyous, is the fruit of your perspective. Your perspective is shaped by your value system. It stands to reason that in times of material darkness, there is a great deal of unhappiness and disappointment and... this is as it should be, if your perspective is focused on material gain and self interest. Joy and bliss and all the permutations of ecstatic being should not be a byproduct of material focus.

You see the well heeled laughing it up in the aisles and courtyards of the high life. The impression given is that they are happy and delighted with their station. This is not the case however. I've been around such people and there is very little that is genuine at all. To me it looks like ghosts dancing in a graveyard and this is a graveyard, as far as the eye can see. It is also a launching pad to hither and yon. It's a costume ball that goes on and on and the characters come in one door and go out the other and it continues and continues.

When I was young, for a number of years, I couldn't wait for three days to pass so that I could take LSD again and it was always into the forest or some wild place that I would go and very often alone because certain things were more likely to happen when you are alone. Also, the company of certain others can be a real drag because the hidden side of everyone is revealed under those circumstances, or at least they were to me. I would dance through the trees and literally sing up the trunks and out through the leaves. The sunlight was a living thing. Everything was alive and there were all manner of beings that one could see when in a raised and altered state. I was in love with the goddess and we spent many a day in remarkable ways. I only tolerated being in the world and most of the time concealed what I was thinking.

I reflect back on those times now and wonder, “did I really do those things and see all of what I saw?” The answer is most certainly yes. Sometimes I shared supernatural experiences with some individuals and decades later I might run into them and they would have only a dim memory of any of it and for reasons I have not yet fully understood, they didn't really want to talk about any of it. I guess they had made other arrangements and those places in the past stood in a kind of conflict with whatever the arrangements were that were made. Very often people don't even know that they have made arrangements.

Sometimes it is very hard to see how one came to be in one place after having once been in another. There seems to be no connection between them at all. I think of life as a road that bends according to intention and intention moves in stages. People lost in the woods often find themselves back in the same place they had been hours before. Perhaps one leg is smaller than the other, or perhaps there is another reason why one might be traveling in circles.

These days I look at everything in terms of what it is worth and what it might cost. What something is worth to me could well be and I know for a fact is, worthless to others and vice versa. The same thing can be said about the costs or consequences of certain actions. Some would think the cost of a particular venture to be well worth the attendant risks. It depends on how much it matters to you. I've had a number of opportunities to consider the value of some rare and desirable car or similar item. The same applies to much desired experiences by many and I have found in nearly every case that the juice was not worth the squeeze.

Once I had a '66 Corvette Stingray with both the soft and hard top. It had a chromed engine and was nicely appointed. The doors would expand several inches when you floored it and went through the gears. One time I was cruising at 144 miles an hour on the Piilani Highway that bypasses Kihei on Maui. I came over a rise and on my right was a police car with a stopped motorist. I remember seeing their faces as they turned to look at me but I was gone. I turned left into Maui Meadows, which is a rat's warren of upscale houses. About 20 minutes later their was a knock on the door. It was the police. The cop asked me if the Corvette was mine and I said, “Yes” He asked me if I had just been out driving and I told him that I had been home all evening. He asked me if I would step outside. I declined. He wagged his finger at me and said, “Next time.” How I know I had been going that fast was that they had told me so. That hadn't been a stopped motorist at all. This story has nothing to do with anything. I digressed.

The car was a major pain in the ass and like most American muscle cars, it can't take corners well at all. It drank gas like an alcoholic. It always needed something. Sure... women looked at me in it when I cruised through Lahaina or somewhere but not the sort of women I was interested in, not ever. I had some desirable objects now and again but they were almost always a disappointment; almost always. I have had the company of very beautiful women. I was lucky that way, if you can call it luck. Very often it turned out to be a bigger problem than the Corvette ever was. I got to hang out with some seriously rich and remarkably cheap people. I got to visit in the halls of power and meet certain people. What can I tell you? Very little of any of it was something I wanted anything to do with. None of it seemed worth it to me, when you factor in the costs and I am very aware of the costs. I know what my ignorance and stupidity have cost me on occasion. I will carry the scars and handicaps to wherever it is that I wind up. They are reminders of the consequences of action and the fruits of the purpose of demonstration.

I would certainly do any number of things differently now. Those opportunities have sailed. My mistakes are as much a part of me as my triumphs. Success and Failure are permanent bed fellows. On the whole it has turned out alright I would say, though we can't see around the corner. We do have certain advantages though. You have these advantages as well and that is the awareness of the lessons of experience and whatever wisdom we might have taken from them, upon reflection and in the course of events. We have the memory of pain as a protection against rash and reckless behavior. We have the bounty of evidence granted us from our observations upon the carnival of life; what various people did and what happened as a result. We have the meaning and implications of history and whatever we made of it and they're always finding out new things about old things and we have the words of those who could see into the future, however cryptic that might have turned out to be.

Sometimes I think about that big tsunami that hit Thailand, Sri Lanka and India. It seems India always gets a piece of that kind of action. I think about the people who saw the ocean retreat and for reasons that will always escape me, did not know what that meant. Some of them ran out on the sand to gather whatever they might be attracted to. I think about the fires that hit the California wine country in the middle of the night with no warning. I think about all the people in those critical moments and the devastation of loss, including their lives. I think about Kalifornia and that rumbling beneath the Earth. I think about the rumors of war and the terrible civil and cultural wars that are in progress and which have, in the past, matriculated into real wars and might yet do so again. I think about what might have been and what is and both of those vary with the perspectives of the people in contemplation of them. I think about what might come to be and I think about how helpless I am in the face of the cosmic imperative and how very very grateful I am to have discovered the only thing of real value in life and... how even more grateful I am that it is mine and cannot be taken from me, ever. I think about how it is closer to me than I am to myself as I watch the sands of time spill through my fingers like granulated water and make no never mind at all.

Far out in the deepness of space, neutron stars are coming together in an unspeakably joyous and lasting union that replicates in the spirit of union, everywhere. There are stars that disappeared long before the light they provided reaches me. There is a light that is too bright to be seen and it permeates everything. It is the animation in anything. It is all the force at work at any time, anywhere. It is both cyclopean and schizophrenic. It is the endless faces looking back at itself looking back, in and out of time; absolutely free and imprisoned forever by the commitments of its true nature which is love.

I watch people come and go. I know they are dreaming about something or other, both wistful about and desirous of something that changes like the course of the wind and I remember, over and over again that there is only one thing worth remembering and it is that lord of the solitude who has never forgotten me, who waits with infinite patience for the moment of realization that will occur to me and instantaneously transport me there... or you, or anyone whose time has come and whose time will come. In the interim we bob up and down on the waves of experience like the detritus of a shipwreck looking for somewhere to come ashore. Sooner or later... sooner or later.


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