Every Now and then, it is not Every Now and Then.

Sometimes someone says something so much better than I can that I have to acknowledge it. I am not in the best state I have ever been in so I have taken the wise choice to keep my mouth shut; that could be the best decision in the long run.

If you can... go show this guy some love!!!

I'll be back.

Love you.

Diamonds from Zimbabwe and Kardashians from Hell.

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The Heliocentric sun is circled by the Earth. Planets rotate. Solar systems rotate. Galaxies rotate and wherever they may be in the moment of their circling; in the location of the cycle, there is a destiny that manifests every time it gets to any specific point that it is passing through on its way to another specific point. These points are only specific if you screen capture them at any moment in movement because it is always in movement. Ergo it is always a moment of change. Change is all there is. Change is the cornerstone of eternity. Let's attempt to rephrase what was just said in all its ineffective splendor. Let us attempt to make the point, when none of the points exist in stasis because everything is in movement, no matter how imperceptible that movement may be; whether it be the slow disintegration of a mountain, or the transformation of a shore over the course of centuries of storms and the daily pounding of the waves. Everything changes. It would seem that in those places where the changes can be measured, the most important thing is to be able to predict what changes will follow the change you are observing.

If there is nothing new under the sun and if all things have been as of old, it should be relatively simple to predict what will follow anything, as long as you are familiar with what happened the last time and... the time before that and the time before that. There are some who automatically know this because they have found a way to withdraw their focus and attention back and away from what is being observed and the further back they are able to withdraw, the greater the reach of time presented in the panoramic snapshot. I imagine it can go either way. One draws back and back until the whole of creation can be seen at once; however impossible that might be to illustrate or... one could focus closer and closer, until the entirety of a single moment can be seen, expressing the whole of it, within the microscopic atomic essence of the totality. It has occurred to me any number of times that the distance between the planets and stars are precisely relative to the distance between the atomic bodies in the molecular structure and that the whole is contained within the tiniest parts. I have no proof of this and it might be a whole lot of theoretic bullshit that I came up with on a slow Saturday. This is less important than the process of thought that is generated by you thinking about it.

Sometimes the results of any particular line of inquiry are of less value than the activation of reflection that is created by one thinking about it. I find it to be similar to what happens in your mind through the stages of coming into the rush zone of a powerful dose of LSD. What passes through the mind is so far beyond the reach of words to explain it as to make the effort of doing so an exercise in futility. I don't guess you expected anything like this today, did you?


They've discovered a massive presence of diamonds in Zimbabwe. You'll note in the video that the British (as usual) were first on the scene. However, in this case, even though they had finagled the mining rights, Mugabe tossed them out of the country and kept all the machinery. It seems that someone said to the predatory Brits that there were a lot of guns in the truck and they could either leave or have the guns used on them. They left. Further on you see that Rio Tinto, a subsidiary of Rothschild Vampire Industries is on the scene. Realities of the reality of fabricated circumstance, invariably leave out of the picture the important details of who is getting bent over the rail and who is servicing the account from the rear.

They say knowledge is power. That can mean all kinds of things, depending on what that knowledge makes possible, according to whatever anyone in possession of that knowledge is looking for; according to whatever the motive was that led to their coming into possession of that knowledge in the first place. Implied in this convoluted example of intellectual masturbation is the consideration that there are a near infinite catalog of types of knowledge and that every type of knowledge falls into a category of what it is useful for. An extension of this logic might (should) bring up the thought of the moral sector that the knowledge operates in. There are collective perspectives on morality that include large numbers of us. 'Most of us' agree on the understanding that we shouldn't steal, or kill, or do any one (or more) of a select number of acts. In times of greater illumination, a larger amount of us agree on certain common themes. In times of more pervasive darkness, a larger amount of us are ambiguous and lax about the meaning of hard and fast and the prevailing watchword is, 'just don't get caught'.

In times of ubiquitous moral relativism it has become far too common for people to behave with complete indifference to how they appear to others while engaged in the most odious behaviors; religious icons install solid gold fixtures in their bathrooms, fly on private planes and live in outrageous opulence, while literally stealing, under false pretenses, from parishioners far and wide. Somehow they are able to convince themselves that whatever they do is fine. The same applies to politicians, corporate thugs, entertainers and an unfortunate number of devoted felons from every walk of life.

These days there is no public honor in the exercise of integrity, or any of the other qualities that were once the signature of the truly worthy among us. If you are encumbered by any of these, that handicap ensures you will not wind up in the money at the end of the race. You will not be on the podium with a medal around your neck. Surely one should not operate as one influenced by the qualities of the divine if one is in pursuit of material gain. This causes the untrustworthy to consider you untrustworthy and if you call too much attention to yourself by behaving in a righteous fashion, you won't be welcome among the unrighteous. They don't want to be seen in operation by people like you.

If you are paying attention, you come across signifiers like this. The prevaricating, sociopathic, bottom feeders don't give a rat's ass anymore what anyone sees because as long as a particular amount of the population is below the stupidity line, they have a support group that not only doesn't care what they do but who also accept whatever explanation or excuse is given for their behavior. Practically everyone knows that Hillary Clinton is a criminal that has, at one time or another, broken every law in the book. If they don't know this consciously, they know it unconsciously. They sense it the way a person might sense the presence of a dead body by the evidence of the smell in the air. They may not know who or what is dead but they know something is dead, because the nature of the smell is obvious, except at those times when you have been fooled by a Durian left behind in the room next to your own, or even down the hall and sometimes... on the floor above or below you. In any hotel where Durians may be available from nearby markets, there is always a sign- often made from metal or long lasting wood- that says, “No dogs and no Durians”.

So long as this pinhead demographic exists, the despicably evil among us will prosper, especially since the greatest dream that is shared among all of them is to be just like these people. This is why fatuous reptiles like the Kardashians have tens of millions of followers and... where are they following them to?

The biggest news that I saw about the attack in Nice was about how terrified Rihanna was in her bodyguard protected hotel room. Her presence was more important than the numbers of anonymous dead. I've never heard anything by Rihanna or most of the rest of the Barbie and Ken dolls that make up the majority of the world of entertainment and hopefully I never will. Those who have appointed themselves as the medium by which we receive our news about the more important representatives of our feces species, make it a point to see that we know what we need to know about those too precious to live (we hope). Phrenologists (like myself) have a field day studying the arrangements of the features of her face. Suffice to say she is not going to be called upon to play the mother of Jesus or any female icon know for selfless compassion and service to the wider body of our being as it pops up like asparagus around the globe.

My friend insists that I include this last photograph, simply because, I, apparently, know less about phrenology than I think. There's a joke in there but I don't get it; speaking of the lack of self reflection.

Well... this has been only one in a series of postings having no connection to the ones preceding it and the ones following it. Have yourselves a wonderful weekend. Bang two doctors and call me in the morning.


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Your last chance to listen to last week's radio broadcast before it is replaced by another tomorrow.

Patrick Willis narrates:

Diamonds from Zimbabwe and Kardashians from Hell

Tranquility; Meditating by the Martha Washington Monument.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I love times of reflection; moments of personal silence, amidst the noise and hubbub of modern life. Along with a desire to find that still, motionless pool that will mirror the emptiness of mind and fullness of heart, is a callback to the poignancy and nostalgia of former times when I, in all innocence, celebrated the archetypal icons of the world as I once knew it; those symbols of fortitude and faith that underpinned and supported my world view, in a time of personal change and growth. I want to go to Washington D.C. this summer and meditate at the opening of the Martha Washington monument, which is an elegant 500 foot hole in the ground. This is my celebration of the eastern Yabyum construct upon which all manifest life is based and which is responsible for any and all occurrences of it to begin with.

I've had many thoughts about this world in which I live and how we might improve upon our lives in the mix. As you all know, there is a serious problem with obesity in these times. I'm not talking about twenty or thirty extra pounds. This can happen to any of us in the passage of life from entrance to exit. I've wondered often about energy shortages and the costs of utilities for a family of four, or more. If we all do our part then there is no reason why we cannot revolutionize the world in which we live. Whether we are fashionably thin to where we cannot be seen if we turn sideways, or large enough to block out the sun while walking along the beach, we can all do our part. If you live in Alabama or Mississippi, you are aware of the given demographic of which I speak. I have probably broached this idea before but it was years ago and many of you were not around. I believe there is a way that those of us who are two, three and four hundred pounds north of what a normal weight might once have been, far in the unremembered past, there is a way for you to contribute to the general good of all humanity. I like to see myself as a visionary; a sort of combination of Nikolai Tesla, Buckminster Fuller, Thomas Edison and Frank Zappa. Here is a rare and unexpected photo of Mark Twain and Tesla.

You are all, hopefully, aware of how bicycles have an electricity generating unit on them that powers the headlight for suicidal runs at night on busy highways and from whom drunk drivers can reap a bounty of 50 dollars per casualty. What if the pathologically obese were to attach such a unit between their thighs and in combination with wireless technology, were able to transmit the generated energy to a central storage center? In many towns and cities throughout America, these pioneering entrepreneurs could provide all of the power needs for the whole of the area they reside in. It is revolutionary thinking like this that once made our country great for a few weeks here and there, during those rare intervals where, inexplicably we were not at war with someone, in the pursuit of corporate profits, at the behest of central bankers and political opportunists. We can make America great again.

For some reason, this morning, my mind is filled with innovative ideas, where any small or large business, NGO or Zionist vampire bat reserve can improve, not only their lot but the lot of all humanity, even if, in the examples just mentioned, they are not a part of it. At the moment I am thinking about Kentucky Fried Chicken and their latest effort to maximize company profits by using failed Saturday Night Live, unfunny comedians, to play Colonel Sanders, in the hope that the public has been dumbed down enough to actually laugh at something that would make elementary school children fall asleep in their chairs. Why does food have to be what food has been for so long? Why must food continue to be so ordinary and unromantic as it has been for far too long? I've got an idea for KFC that will electrocute their bottom line, while drawing a new resource from a formerly discarded body part. The cost would be nil and the financial benefits unreal. I'm talking about deep fried chicken butt rings, accompanied by a welter of dipping sauces. I foresee young teenage couples with stars in their eyes, moved into realms of poetic rhapsody by the possibilities of it . I envision a callow, bath salts addled young man, gazing at the object of his adoration and taking her hand in his... asking her to be his, at least for the evening and then with all the ardor and intensity of the young, slipping a chicken butt ring over the appropriate finger, thus sealing their pending hookup for the evening, courtesy of Tinder, with that unforgettable transfat miracle, perhaps served with Buffalo chip fries.

There are so many ways that we could make this world a better place. Along with the obesity, electricity generators, we could place a similar appliance on every dildo sold in the country and exported overseas. We could attach them to hairbrushes and especially cellphones. Imagine what kind of power could be created by hundreds of millions of Adderal fueled fingers, thumbhumping our way to energy self sufficiency. Imagine an appliance attached to every genital engaged in every pornographic production world wide. ♫Imagine all the people, yadda, yadda, yadda.♫ Imagine such a device on the right or left wrist of every teenage boy. The possibilities are endless and it is starting to feel like this posting is too.

Imagine attaching such a unit to the tonsils and lips of every politician. Imagine it attached to every rollerblader from Venice to South Beach. Imagine one as standard equipment on the boots of all the marching armies, attached to every bullet and bomb, whether it be the stock issue of every official and unofficial terrorist, whether they work for the government, or are freelancing in the employ of any government. Imagine what kind of power might have been generated if the World Trade Center buildings had been outfitted with tens of thousands of small devices that went into a spinning fury as the Israeli/CIA bombs went off; or whatever the actual mechanisms of destruction were.

In the financial realm, world currencies as we know them are soon to become a thing of the past, due to Bit Share technology. Bit Share is going to revolutionize the world in the next few years. It works according to a philosophy of fair and able dealing and can be rendered incorruptible. There's never been anything like it. The speed of this technology is beyond anything we have ever known. A golden age is coming. It is coming in part due to revolutionary technologies, in tandem with an awakening in the hearts and minds of a significant portion of humanity. It's going to be out with the old and in with the gnu. It's going to result in all the Illuminati-elite and their catamite zombies, roller skating in a Buffalo stampede, as ♫another bolt of lightening killed a hundred head of steer♫

Despite the epidemic stupidity and collective denial of billions of quasi evolved crustaceans, gesticulating, like those silent and possessed horrors from Invasion of the Body Snatchers, pointing at the few still independently ambulatory, in a parody of the Edvard Munch Scream, we will have our consciousness revolution, whether the reality TV watching Kardashian junkies like it or not. They probably won't even notice because separations are going to occur between large and small masses of the public, in which we are all shunted into whatever dimension of being is appropriate for our state of awareness. Those who would kill without conscience will continue to do so. Those who would remain indifferent to such activities will remain indifferent and those of us who seek to elevate into worlds formerly unknown, through portals previously unseen, will do likewise (I'm sure).

♫materialism is a fire

materialism is a grave

materialism is a television

on the walls of Plato's cave

It gets hotter and denser

the deeper that you go-

oh tell me something I don't know.

Materialism has a stable full of whores

they bump and grind together

they party on forever

when you reach out for them

they turn to smoke

tell me... tell me something, I don't know♫

Zio-Ogre Vampire bat, Ruth Bader Ginsburg

who is tied with Jocelyn Wilderstein

for the title of The Ugliest Woman on the Planet, is going after Donald Trump and though I do consider Trump to be one of the most incredible megalomaniacs on the face of the Earth, more and more he is looking like the lesser of two weevils. It's amazing how those who lack all gravitas come to resemble someone dragged on their face over gravel. You come to look like what you are, as Little Georgie Sorrows and David Rockefeller have become the poster boys for. 

Over the course of time your features come to represent what you are like inside, whether the result of base and perverted passions etch a sketching you into some facsimile of depravity, or the inner light shaping you into a true example for us all.

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Tragedy, Farce and the Goddamned Kali Yuga.

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Well, it's official, Obama and his cabal of criminals are set upon creating race war in America and the migrant situation is a part of that, as is the shooting of black men around the country and now the killing of Dallas policemen in the worst example of the kind in 116 years. Expect much more of the same to follow. The self styled elite know more about what they are up against than is generally known by the general public. They know that their time grows short, so nothing short of global chaos will satisfy them in the performance of their doom, in the short hours before the changing of the guard.

What needs to be understood about Satanists is that they come in several types. The dedicated upper tier, committed psychopaths, fully believe that they will reign in Hell, according to their contributions to the will of their dark master. Their master is rendered dark by their perception of him as the Prince of Darkness. In fact he is both sides of the coin at all times. He is the one who both snares and liberates accordingly. This upper tier are conscious supplicants of evil and believe they will be rewarded to the extent that they have served. This is so but... when dealing with 'the father of lies', all bets are off in consideration of what actually comes to pass.

There are other tiers that are less aware of the spiritual angle and they are composed of the self serving, the materialistically committed, the aggressive atheists, the fundamentalist religion junkies, the professional liars and the political correctness agents; pretty much all of those deluded by one fiction or another, which permits them the license to oppress their fellows and anyone who gets in their way. There are the consciously willing and then there are those who assist in the process because the process provides venal opportunity for them. There are also those who are motivated by fear. Fear makes it possible to accomplish all manner of crimes.

There is a great megaload of bad shit going down at the moment. Chilpotles decided not to serve GMO farmed products in their menu and so Monsanto and fellow travelers poisoned their restaurant and also have launched a smear campaign against them, where characters come out of the woodwork, claiming to have been poisoned when there is no evidence of it. I can't prove this, so I had better say that but... I'm pretty damn certain this is what is happening.

Hillary Clinton has been absolved of proven wrong doing (over and over) through the machinations of a corrupt head of the FBI who has been both a lobbyist and an executive for Lockheed. Assisting in this callous disregard for justice is Loretta Lynch, the corrupt Attorney General of the US, who met with Bill Clinton very shortly before the whitewash took place. She ought to be prosecuted for this but it is near impossible to prosecute the prosecutors.

I don't know if Obama is being blackmailed for his earlier associations with Rahm Emmanuel in that Chicago gay bathhouse or if there is no need to blackmail him because he willingly engages in all manner of evil for the sheer joy of it. One could say that his present efforts at assisting in the orchestration of race and culture war might provide the opportunity for his suspending The Constitution and declaring martial law, which would derail the election and keep him in office. Of course, electing Hillary would in no way hamper the horrors that those pulling the strings in the backroom intend for us all.

One of the hardest tasks for the human mind to carry out is to become capable of seeing the whole of the drama of life as a movie that is being directed toward a particular end and to see the entire as a purpose of demonstration effort, with the intent of teaching a lasting lesson for the benefit of all. Everything is under control, no matter how it looks. Manifest life is a theater in which the same results repeat themselves in every evolving variations on a theme. Shakespeare illustrated this in myriad ways, as tragedy and farce. The events and conditions that recycle here over and over, are all filtered through the lens of a given age. Kali Yuga, is the time of payback and resolution. It is the time of the ascendancy of all the worst in the human psyche. It is a test of our inclination and ability to resist the trends of depravity and ignorance that are sweeping the planet like some kind of plague.

I hardly know what to say on these matters, except to say what I already said and then to say it yet one more way, as if the countless ways it has already been said have not been enough. This is a world of appearances and appearances are a lie. If we submit to the implications of appearances, we are caught in a web of delusion and then the powers that seem to be, turn into the powers we believe them to be and begin to wield whatever power we have conferred upon them against us. They don't have any real power except what we give them but... when the majority of the world is caught in the thrall, it puts us up against it. The fact is that unless you are linked up with the source of all power, you are prey to the sources of the perversions of that power.

Why is it permitted that allocated power can be expressed in perversions? One might as well ask why the divine permits evil to flourish. I refer you to the phrase in The Lord's Prayer; “lead us not into temptation.” Why would the almighty lead us into temptation? I submit that the world is also a composition of the collective desires and appetites of the world's population. This could well account as a reason for a great many of the conditions and events that take place every day, as well as the general direction of life in these times. We ALL play a part in what takes place here. It has been said that the avatar can do little, unless we rise to the necessaries of the message he brings. Without our cooperation the avatar will fail and this is not just me saying this but it is present in statements made by teachers and mystics over a long stretch of time. It really is the sum total of all of us and all an avatar is is an expression of the highest possibilities of the human experience. We can live up to it because it is already a part of us, if only potentially.

I've been engaged in a crisis of faith for a little while now. It seems that, depending on the wine that the grand vintner wants to make, upon that depends the amount of pressing force he puts upon the grape cluster under consideration. When we don't know who we are, we don't know why what is is what is and sometimes we are not allowed to know who we are for the purpose of the tale being told. Sometimes the mystery is a part of the key to the revelation. All of us are exceedingly unique in our own way but it it is a rare thing when we live up to the potential. However, when we seek to live up to that potential we put ourselves in a tornado of change; a spinning, whirling, transforming and transporting wind of personal devastation and renewal. One only changes in a dramatic and lasting fashion when one is capable of dying in every moment and being reborn in the next. The ancient mythos of The Phoenix, Prometheus and sundry tell the story of it all. When the scorpion becomes the eagle, we are at the gate.

It has been said in many ways, in many times ...and in many places that the higher one ascends up the mountain of awareness, the greater are the winds that buffet one. If you are insincere you can appear to be on that switchback mountain road but you have already been thrown down. As one passes into the realms of those locations where the veils close forever behind you, you see the real as opposed to the unreal and yet you still don't know and you never shall ...because the road goes on forever and it would be pointless for there to be an end to the process, as the realms of light are literally endless and so defined by the consciousness of the one experiencing the progression. There are no limits placed upon us except for the one's we place. The appearance of limits placed on us by higher forces are for the purpose of the performance of the drama we are engaged in. They aren't real limits. They are directorial limits to the end of the temporary tale of that segment of our passage. It's all increments but they express themselves in exponential fashion and when you start to get into dimensional progression, it ceases to be something you can sort out mathematically, logically or within the capacity of any mortal reasoning. Some would say that reason is among one of the highest arts that the mind can perform. Let us keep in mind that there is mortal consciousness and immortal consciousness. Only God can see God and that means one must become God in order to see God and that means... well, ...something to do with mirrors and what they reflect. You can't say certain things directly. They can only be inferred. I think you get it.

Someone once said, “these are the times that try men's souls.” I would have to agree with that but push the timeline up to the present. As chaotic as the world outside may seem at present, it is the chaos within that defines us and which is also the greatest enemy we have. Nothing outside of us has the force of influence of what is inside us. “Greater is that which is within you than that which is in the world.” “If God is for me, who can be against me?” I think that will do for the moment.

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