The Coming Storm and Visible Origami Radio Show.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Ahroooooooooooooooooo…. And greetings from the concealed saucer pod; in direct link up with the mothership, channeling from the mind gardens of Sirius to a tiny blue green and troubled world far away. This is a Visible Origami flavored transmission.

Lots of people like the Dog Poet format and, occasionally, I hear otherwise, as if I have trod on a brand name of some sort; nothing like it. The reality of the matter is that we shall see. It’s necessary in this format to have a certain amount of entertainment factor operating. I realize that there must be people who don’t season their food but I’m not one of them. I don’t do things, most of the time, unless I get permission and I certainly don’t keep doing them unless I continue to get permission. I get my permission from the one who grants all permission.

Once again I am sitting here and I have no idea what I’m going to say so, why don’t you listen to a musical clip that a reader sent me while I see if I can isolate the transmission coming in from the mothership. Because we now broadcast inter-dimensionally, as well as along the usual routes, we get a higher degree of cross-traffic now and I have to adjust the filters appropriately.

I’ve been the beneficiary of a week of liquid sunlight pouring down upon me and everything around me here in this cul-de-sac oasis of solitude and self. Each morning when I awaken it is as if I am awakening twice. Old memories of former states appear and I remember there were times when I was closer to the hearts desire than I have been, for the most part, over recent years.

I press onward within but it is slow going. It feels like I am on a small boat being tossed about on rolling waters. Little fish keep leaping into the boat and I have to keep tossing them back into the water. You can think of the ocean as the restless mind and all those fishes as thoughts that penetrate our individual consciousness. It’s not as individual as we think it is but… thinking makes it so. Thinking is an act of profound magic but, having taken upon itself the appearance of the routine; we don’t realize the power that is involved. We can look around us and see the result of thought, fueled by desire, but we don’t make the connection for some reason.

There’s a reason why so many souls have been arriving here. There’s a reason for the large population now present on the Earth. A lot of people wanted to be here for what’s coming. Unfortunately, people forget their reasons for coming once the spectacle of the manifest world impacts on their minds. We are coming to a great crossroads in time and space. We are coming to a place where large highways spin off into various directions and people are going to be on all of them.

There’s a kind of traffic cop standing at the roundabout from which the highways begin and he directs the flow according to the composition of the traveler. “You go that way. You go this way.” No one is forced to go in a particular direction. Everyone agrees with the instructions of the traffic cop. It’s the way they want to go after all. He’s just facilitating the smooth process of continuance.

Ancient traditions and many religious scriptures all talk about this time. In many cases they pinpoint this time. Other indications that tell you about this time are the tremendous effect of materialism; the breakdown of religions, the prevailing decadence and breakup of natural family connections, the dumbing down feature and the rise to power of the very worst among us. There are many other signs that can be clearly seen by those with discerning sight.

There is a curious disconnect in the human mind that can see things taking place right in front of it but refuse to accept the natural interpretation of the evidence. It’s the same thing with periods of great change. People can see that something is different but their basic instinct is to hug to their routines. They want normalcy. They want the predictable and the ordinary. They want a life. I’m not knocking this inherent desire in the hearts of the people. I’m just saying they can’t see the forest for the trees when it comes to what they want and what they get.

There are some who believe that most of the life on Earth is going to end. Others believe not much is going to happen besides more of the same and it will be contained and eventually turn into something else. I don’t know what’s going to happen but from what I can see and intuit, I think it’s going to be very bad and very good depending on what you are up to. Things are going to be judged. In these preliminary days we are mostly treating with exposure. Nations and individuals are behaving in certain ways for public observation. You might say that the evidence is being demonstrated before the court convenes.

You are familiar with the maxim, “as above so below”. You could say that there are courts which exist on three different levels; in the infernal kingdom, middle Earth and the Heavenly realm. A lot of things are the same in all of these places, only consciousness is different. People from the realms above can easily visit the realms below, should there be a reason. Quite the opposite is true in reverse. This is why it is always better to reach for the heavens within and without, while you are clothed in this dreaming flesh. You are going to get what you reach for.

Even people of faith find this hard to believe. They’re hopeful and believing but deep inside there is no strong conviction. This is why life puts them through the things they are put through. You might say that life is all about the will of Heaven proving its point, even though Heaven is not importunate and does not harass you to acknowledge it.

As usual, I am trying to say something without actually coming right out and saying it. I look at these posts and radio shows as something like trigger point massage. The place where your hands are employed is not the same area as the target. Shiatsu and Reflexology are similar in this regard. One of them might well make your feet feel good but that wasn’t the primary intent.

Right now you are getting other massages all the time. If you are heavily engaged in viewing print and electronic media you are getting a lot more of a massage than if you are not. If you live under high tension lines or close to microwave towers you are also getting a certain kind of massage. If you use cellphones- and some of you are truly impressive in your use of them- you are also getting a massage. If you chant, or pray, or practice the presence then too, …another massage. If you are in a populous urban setting, your massage is going to be different and more pronounced than if you are out in the countryside. Also, the greater the exterior clamor, the more difficult it is to hear the inner voice. There’s a strange irony in this when you consider that it is in the cities where you see the majority of people walking around and talking to themselves.

A lot of people are looking for great changes to occur in the world around them. That will surely happen in places but… the greatest changes are going on inside of you. This accounts for much of the uneasiness that is being felt by more sensitive souls. Our inner world is going to be shaken up as well. Here is where the leap of faith will be taken or refused. You will be making a choice whether you want to or not.

It is always easier when you are prepared. You can apply this to any life situation with which you are familiar through experience or observation. It applies on the field of sports competition, on the battlefield and in the workplace. Being prepared always provides a convincing edge. Free will allows that we can move as we choose, to some degree. For myself, given past mistakes and occasional victories, I plan on listening for my master’s voice like the RCA dog, Nipper. Since I have never known where I was headed or what anything meant, I am inclined to be guided even in the smallest detail.

End visual Transmission…….

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Who Do You Love

The New Shangri-La

Climbing to Freedom through the Devil's Horns.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

It’s great to be back at Origami which is where I prefer to be. I don’t much care about the other stuff but I am obliged to do what I do for the moment. There’s a reason for everything, even if I don’t often know what that reason is. I have to get a little personal with this posting since commentary has been running in this direction; not so much at the blogs as in the emails

Some numbers of people have commented on the positions and the ways in which I hold my hands in some of the photographs of me online. I’ve received many a curious email and in some cases, people questioning why I would be making what they consider to be the sign of the devil’s horns. One person asked why I was making the hand sign of The Baphomet. Well, first off, the sign of The Baphomet has the thumb across the palm and a V made between the two separated middle fingers.

I got away from the area of the occult that treats with these things many moons ago. Before that I put a lot of study into it; years and years. It was quite a passion of mine but destined to go nowhere because I don’t care about magic. I care about completing The Great Work; opening the third eye (on a permanent basis), making the Philosopher’s Stone and acquiring the Pearl of Great Price. These are all the same thing.

People are very much uninformed about what things mean and that is why there is so much confusion about what things mean. There is only one force, period. There are not two forces; one good and one evil. There is one force with two different applications. It depends on the person conducting it what direction it flows in and what it accomplishes. The beauty of a perfect Spring morning and the howling rage of a winter storm are examples of the same force.

Whether you are a student of the Western Tradition and talk about things like Fohat or a student of the East and you talk about Kundalini, you are talking about the same thing; even if they differ slightly or one comes out of the other. After my Kundalini experience, I was obliged to go to prison for awhile. One thing I noticed was the number of gangsters who would rest the backs of their hands at the top of their ass and have their hands just like mine only pointing downward. This was an unconscious expression of this force but applied to the criminal mind’s enterprises.

Here is a picture of one of India’s greatest saints. You can see other examples here. Should you ever get to read the large biography of this man by his disciple M, you will see that he was truly remarkable.

In the Lord of the Rings it is explained how Sauron made goblins as travesties of elves. What powers the darkness has are perversions of the powers of light. This is one reason that certain brotherhoods of the light are very careful about who learns what. All that the darkness knows about certain things, it took from compromised souls. There’s a bit more to it than that but let’s leave it at this because it serves for the purpose of argument.

We all have God inside of us. Some of us are involved in the process of awakening that part of ourselves but most are not. I’ve said it before; the Devil is God the way he appears to the wicked.

I’ve had to listen to a lot of people go on and on about The Masonic Order. This is a sign of ignorance. There is no doubt that members of that organization have acted to create their own mafia just like all the other mafias. The established churches conceal the mystery of the universe and its truths but that does not stop the churches from being a haven for demons and a stinking corruption of what is eternal within us. Of course they cannot corrupt that but they can corrupt our perceptions of it.

For myself, I have no idea why my kundalini was activated; why I found myself in the same positions as Ramakrishna and with a green electric fiery outline around my form that is still around. Given how I have behaved on occasion it makes no sense. Given my limitations and varieties of ignorance it makes no sense but God makes no sense either.

I do belong to an order but I do not even know its name. I did not get the name of my teacher when I met him on that Big Sur beach and I never have. I have no idea what I am doing here or where it’s headed. I do what is in front of me and it is all I can do. I do not belong to any temporal clubs and I don’t participate in any rituals. The hands of those awakened by God and those who have entered into contracts with the dark lord are very similar in this way because it is the same force and it moves the same ways but for different purposes. A study of Tibetan religious art will explain a great deal. Study the wrathful deities as well as the benevolent and you will see what I mean. Take a look at the Great Tibetan Wheel of Life. It’s something like this. I like to say that it is something ‘like’ this because everything is an approximation and everything is based on the belief system of the person it happens to.

Just because you see someone making what you think is devil’s horns; don’t assume they are a devil. Don’t assume that the Masons are evil or that everyone in power everywhere belongs to some secret organization or that they take their orders from there. If you don’t know, then tell yourself so. There are so many wild assumptions going on. Every day people take the information from their chosen news organ and assume it’s true. None of it might be true. It’s not what’s going on outside of you that is important anyway. It’s what’s going on inside of you. The world is an endless kaleidoscope of unreal and temporary appearances. The power inside of you is greater than all of the standing armies of the world. This is a fact. Accessing it is the key and the mystery, which is easily solved by faith, certitude and determination… not to mention a certain amount of courage and the ability to make it more important than anything else. This is an interesting feature which deserves exploration, this idea of making it more important than anything else. In fact, you will find this applies to anything you want and anything you want to do or be.

Be careful what you wish for and what you pursue. I’m lucky in that regard. I really don’t want anything more than the presence of God. That might be because I have had it on occasion and… well… what is there after that?

We are welcome to go right on pursuing will ‘o the wisps and fata morganas until the stars fall from the sky or we are welcome to become one. There is a road to every destination, real or imagined that the mind can conceive. The simple act of believing in it makes it so. The power of the mind is incalculable; the power of the heart quite a bit more than that. This of course may be poetic license but I felt like saying it and I believe it so, same rules apply. The power of God is way beyond any of that. To me it is the height of insanity that people do not pursue the company of their creator. They are possessed of the possibility of conscious immortality and beauty beyond description and they pursue the grave and traffic in turds.

I don’t know much but …some of the things I do know have to do with things that happened to me so I have evidence of them. We shouldn’t attribute evil to things that we don’t understand. There is a power resident within that knows everything and is not shy about sharing particular information with the sincere seeker. It is not shy about guidance and its generosity is beyond the scope of human comprehension. Its mercy defies description and has no limits. I realize that things are bad out there but they are always wonderful within, depending on how deeply you are willing to go.

There has never been a time when the materially driven, with stolen secrets, will not endeavor to slander the lightbringers. Nothing threatens their houses of cards more. We do not search for some future victory. Victory was achieved most convincingly long ago. We are living in the echoes of a battle that has ended. We should conduct ourselves with that understanding.

End Transmission.......

Listening to God in the Morning

The New Shangri-La

It would have been the Radio Show

I wrote this last Friday and I intended to go to an internet cafe. Then I found I had left my microphone back in Switzerland. Then when I drove into town to record it directly, I found it was Sunday. I was so drunk I couldn't even remember what day it was. Charming huh? Anyway... I didn't finish it because I was going to wing it which is actually better than my writing it but I haven't decided to do that but I will. I am sorry for being such a fucking loser. I did my best people but nothing short of the almighty is going to save me now. I am seriously fucked. So...this is what I had written and some other things I wrote you won't see because I deleted them. God be with all of you in your hour of need.

Ahroooooooooooooooo… dog poet transmitting from the Visible Origami sector of the cosmic mind… no talk about specific bad guys tonight. No tearing of raiment’s, no flagellation of penitential backs, no wear and no tear upon the emotions, no playing to the atavistic fears of the coming storm. I want to talk about other things tonight. I would apologize for the recent Petri Dish offering but I meant every word of it so that would be disingenuous of me and… Lord knows I don’t want to be disingenuous. I will apologize for being unable to communicate with you except in a very unpredictable and disorderly fashion. Very southern Italy is a third world country and I’m just lucky not to be ransacked and abused by Albanian hijackers. It appears that neither the good guys nor the bad guys can find me.

I don’t know when I’ll be online again and I’m okay with that. I’m really busy fixing things up down here and I’ve got to go north again in February which doesn’t leave me much time. The good news is that I get to see my sweetheart sooner than I might have along with the dog poet associates; Lily Nelson, Chloe, One-eyed Alfie and Caramela. Poncho Moonlight is with me and that rounds out the crew although, God knows who Susanne has added to the pack in the meantime.

Down here in Italy, the occasional tourists like to have a dog around during their summer vacation and then they let them loose on the streets when they go. I see these unfortunates roaming around and I have a bag of dog food and some water but I couldn’t possibly house all these wonderful creatures. It breaks my heart but apparently it doesn’t bother the people who do it. Could you do something like that? Could you just cast away a family member because of their inconvenience to your superficial lifestyle? Yeah… I know I said I wouldn’t talk about any bad guys tonight but it’s like not talking about the forest when you are surrounded by trees.

Karma is a relentless thing. It’s remorseless and mathematical. It’s like the movement of the stars around whatever has a heavier drag than they do. Everything rotates around something. It’s a kind of what rotates around comes around sort of a thing. I catch karma every day. I see my limitations and it is what makes me so intolerant of the people who set themselves up as masters. There is only one master and he/she only use so many hands at a time for that particular job description. A realized master once told me that there were never more than a few real spiritual masters around at a time. I saw would be spiritual teachers tremble when they were around him so he was seriously bonafide.

In these times there are going to be a lot of people selling some kind of gospel and it’s important that you don’t get led into the desert by them. I’m not leading you anywhere because I’m not going anywhere. I’m here… howling at the indifferent, pregnant moon as it glides above me. It’s all phenomenal. It’s all appearances and it all comes back on you in the realm of appearances. Now… if you could get beyond appearances then you wouldn’t be that affected but that’s like asking a person in a movie theater to be mindful of the white screen that the movie is playing on while he/she is watching the movie if you catch my drift and you should catch my drift because it is the difference between surfing the wave and being tumbled in the wave and that is a big difference.

I live the formica life. In Harmon Cove Secaucus with my wife and two nameless children and one lonely dog where death’s not a threat it’s the law.

A little musical interlude for those who are tired of Peter and the wolf and understand that ballet is one of the more ingenious kinds of torture that pretentious people visit on their children so that they can pretend they have some sort of refinement which sets them apart from their fellows while they pump the vanity bellows on the fire that will devour them… if you catch my drift.

I can’t be the guy I used to be because the times are not what they were. There is an enormous transformation about to arrive and it is not going to give you that eight AM wakeup call you are expecting. As Velikovsky once said, “Expect the unexpected.” But worlds do collide and so do events conspire as we all work to form the world closer to our hearts desire.

We all role play because we are all role players gifted with the presentations and costumes that are appropriate to our level of understanding which makes us prophets to the people below us and fools to the ones above. I am partially illuminated. You could say that I am half awake. I am not fully awake so there are things I suspect but cannot say and some things I might know in a general way. One of the things I do know is who I was in some of my past lives. When I go on record to say this you can be assured that I have relived these things since. When kundalini attacks she opens your worlds and melts the veils… usually she only does this when you are prepared to experience it and not go mad in the process. I’m going to mention a couple of my past lives tonight because it is relevant to my right to speak. I’m not going to mention other lives; more prominent appearance wise but not germane to the topic.

I was the man called Omar Khayyam and Giordano Bruno. I’m certain of the first life but not clear about the Bruno matter because I might have been just his very best friend. I saw the Bruno life with a sense of great loss which made me think I was witnessing the departure of a treasured friend. With Omar I was right there. It’s amusing to me now because when I was eighteen years old after being thrown out of the Air Force for being crazy which, I can tell you now… I faked because I don’t enjoy the company of regimented zombies and I will go a stretch further here… I pulled off several remarkable acting jobs because that is probably what I do best… then again, you have to look behind me at the guy with the seven cobras over his head to see who is doing the driving in my life…digressing…

Anyway… when I was 18 and just out of the service; having joined up the week after I was 17… I hitchhiked across the country with a guy named Tank because he was as broad as he was tall and he took me along because I was the only guy he couldn’t pin and whip, the kundalini thing hadn’t happened yet but the aura was there and so were some of the powers. Tank took me to a North Carolina military base and then we parted ways.. I spent the next night in a Salvation Army hostel where the man in charge knew my father from his time in the military. He told me my father was a hard man. I already knew that. I arrived in Washington D.C. the next day and entered The Union Gospel Mission because I wanted to serve god. That was always the thing with me but I was incompetent if you catch my drift. Anyway it so happened that I met an alcoholic in this mission… we served drunks, junkies and the usual crazies and you have to remember that I was not the usual 18 year old. I was probably around 12 years old because around the time of puberty I was beaten so badly that time stopped. So I met this alcoholic who was reciting quatrains from The Rubiyat which blew me away. I went to the major public library on New York Avenue and there I found a record of Lord Alfred Drake reading the Rubiyat and I memorized it in a week. That wasn’t such a big deal. I had already memorized The Courtship of Miles Standish and Evangeline “druids of eld” and all that..

Once the kundalini thing happened, I understood my fascination with the Rubiyat. All the time streams of my different lives flowed into a central pipeline and became one. With Giordano Bruno it was different. I might have just loved him and not been him but some deep connection there lies and the point is that I have been at odds with the established church for about two thousand years. I have been burned and murdered more times than I care to recall and that is why I am given certain latitude now and why I am going be an agent of the cosmic payback.

Mind you, I don’t like that sort of thing. Until I was pretty far along the road in this life I didn’t even defend myself. I just routinely let people kick my ass but after the kundalini thing I didn’t let that happen any more. I had all my martial arts powers from my past lives and the confidence and courage too so… I did use that to some degree which brings me back to the dogs running hungry and loose on the streets. Those dogs are going to get larger soon and they are going to eat you with relish or catsup… I don’t care. Those you have abandoned and abused are going to teach you the error of your ways. I am speaking from the Dog Star in the Sirius cluster and your planet has nothing like what we have. We are far in advance of your punitive abuse of those you have made your victims. I was one of them. I let you hurt me over and over but that time is at an end.

Citizens of Earth you don’t get to hurt your seeming lesser comrades any more. We are tired of being used as your laboratories for the silly cosmetics you paint on your aging faces to attract people you don’t even like. We are tired of being abused. We came here as your friends and you have used us disgracefully. We sent our emissaries and one of them is speaking right now and you have burned us at the stake and thrown us into your prisons and used us as canon fodder for gratuitous wars and I am here to tell you and you had better hear me. We are going to clear this place up and you had better be on our side because there is no other side. This is alpha dog and omega dog talking and what you have treated like shit were your beast friends and are now going to rub your noses in it and let slip the dogs of war

I don’t know if you can wake up. I do not know how deep your dreams run. I don’t know how asleep you are. I know you have been warned repeatedly and you have never listened yet. Well, you better listen now. We are not kidding around. All your leaders are working for two bit aliens with small time powers and they are impressed. We are about to show you what it means to really be impressed and your interdimensional thugs are going to run like frightened school girls. You sold yourself out to the lowest un-

Empowered astral garbage around and you think they have some kind of capacity… you haven’t seen power yet but you will. We are going to show you power. Some of you will be improved by it and some of you will be destroyed by it according to what you’ve been doing all along. Your Bible tells you all these things and your interpreters spin it for the market place but it’s in all the good books. The truth is there and…visible dog poet pounds his chest… here! It’s here… and was written here long before it went down on stone and papyrus and paper.

It is written in the human heart and those of you who are still human can read it there. It is indelibly printed upon the fabric of the blood itself and embossed upon the pump to be sure.

You can call me crazy and you can call me Ray. I don’t particularly care what you call me. I am part of the advance guard so you might better call me herald. I’m here to tell you that things are going to change and you are going to change… one way or the other and it doesn’t matter which way that is.

God and Babylon says the Body Dreaming

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

Bypassing the Petri Dish… headed straight for Origami; this chill gray day… forces in motion for Visible (not Visible 2.0) transiting… tiny dish of K preparing itself in the athanor… parsimonious or circumspect universe… which is it? …gratitude irrespective in any case… cut to post/

We’ve heard that life is a dream. We’ve heard it in children’s songs and adult love songs and we weave through it in the course of our lives. The dream is powerful. It is very powerful. Right in the midst of it we think ourselves awake as we reflect on the dream quality but this is dreaming too.

We dream because of the body. The body is the ship of Morpheus. In our minds we have the whole thing backwards. We actually wake up when we die, until then we dream. …Dreams of action and things to come in the early days and dreams of reflection and inconsistent memories in the later days; the body is a dream suit. It’s a grounding device for the yearning spirit. It’s what makes you visible here.

It takes a great and consistent effort to awaken from the spell of dreaming. It begs the question too; are those awakened or partially awakened also dreaming? We’ve all had that dream where we are trying to wake up and cannot and then we wake up and think we are awake only to find that we were still dreaming when we actually woke up.

The dream elements are Fire, Air, Water and Earth. Stare into the flames of a fire and note the hypnotic state that comes upon you. Your dreaming thoughts travel in the air. Water is the very essence of the dreaming state. It pools and puddles and flows. It pours. It rages and it lies still. It mirrors the dreamer in the dreaming state. Earth is the composition of the debt of presence. It is the handfuls of substance that generates the dreams the way it conspires with Sun (fire) and Rain (water) to produce the fruits and grains, the flowers and the weeds. Each of these are major dream worlds. The seeds of dreams travel upon the air. They land in every kind of soil. Everything is metaphor.

The most unusual thing about the dream is this. There is this eternal system that combines and separates. It is infinitely pregnant with possibility and abundance. It is the actual operation of demi-God elements weaving one another into the circumstances of the dreaming life. We look right at it but do not see it. It surrounds us but somehow it is invisible. It has consistency and uniformity and that gives it the appearance of something real but it is turning and twisting and changing all the time. It is coming and going. Can anything be real that is no longer what it was? This is that relative world.

Billions of souls, …each of them weaving carpets; singly, in concert, in great concert. The uncountable fingers of the mind’s industry. They work with the pattern. They work against the pattern. They change the pattern but it is all directed from a central point out of which the spiral spins. The immensity of the many little industries is staggering. The larger collections of villages and towns… the larger collections of cities and states… the larger collections of nations and continents and hemispheres all… dreaming individually and collectively at the same time. The power at the dream centers is greater. You can hear the actual threads of the dream turn into temporary symphonies of collected sounds. Car horns and voices tuned in the wind to a pitch of synchronicity. It hums up off the pavement. The bass drums of the buses and lorries.

God moves in the dream and can be recognized by his qualities. What are the qualities of God? When you see them you know God has been there. Religions are like intricately woven carpets. The more it weaves to the marketplace the more it takes upon itself the character of the market and the less you know of the thing itself. Well…. Actually it perverts and is no longer the right carpet. The true carpet shimmers with light. It bleeds in remarkable colors all woven from white light. It pours down from the snow capped mountains and colorizes the valley. One thinks of the Ganges or the Nile or the Euphrates. Fecund and ever birthing anew. Mystery and dreams.

Babylon does not need to be named Babylon to be Babylon.

God knows the heart of everyone. From the particular, through vast time and circumstance, the divine weaves the singular thread into the warp and woof. Light and dark combine for contrast and motivations multiply outward to the crystallization of the hard currency of the world and the horned emperor who sits astride the dual world with the dual horns that proclaim the balanced interaction and exchange of commerce where everything is for sale and everything has a price and it’s not the one you see on the tag but everything does not have a price in the wakening realm but everything comes at a cost. Some things are priceless and free simultaneously at the cost of experience or practice.

Who’s who and what’s what is defined in the presentations. I recall something about a dog retuning to the vomit but there goes the beauty.

The dream is very much like a kaleidoscope infused with particular waves of music which set the mood. As the larger appetites acquire to themselves more and more of what they could never possibly use in a personal way while denying access in a general way the world becomes disagreeable. The funny part, if it’s funny at all, is that there is more than enough for everyone. Look at the effort of a single apple tree.

The body is a coffin. It’s a time release capsule and a cassette in the player.

Somehow the dreamer needs to come into harmony with the dream. There is the false harmony of ‘going along to get along’ and then there is the actual t’ai chi of the thing as it moves toward the greater purpose. If I mention feng shui, you might think I was turning Chinese but… you use what fits to accommodate. The Chinese are interesting and you have to admit, the creator made a lot of them. Something in the dream is moving there and soon to become something different than it was. Brooding is a kind of dreaming and small collections of self-important leaders are brooding about things as if they had anything to do with anything. They think they do but they are dreaming. Brood on.

Awakening is the light that illuminates the threads in the carpet. This happens at times the same way that the music changes and it is important to note that there are a number of super highways going in certain directions and some slender paths that are not without their amenities.

This is happening now. There’s a general direction and there’s the unpredictable you. Consider it a spice.

On it goes.

And We Could All Be Free

There's no Time like the Present and no Other Time at All.

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

My experiences with the universe have proven to me that it is the product of consciousness. It’s also proven to me that what people know and don’t know is determined by their level of consciousness. Think of the levels in a video game and you are close. People are at any particular level because of the meaning they give to their surroundings and their magnetic attachments to the things they have identified. There’s a general reality that permeates each level and there are the individual realities that work under that umbrella.

Going down, matter becomes increasingly denser. Going up, matter becomes increasingly less dense. Confinement is in one direction and freedom is in the other. It’s not really up and down though. We’re using these terms for the purpose of description. When people want to argue about things it is usually the terms that they latch on to. When people want to understand, they work with the terms to assist in their conclusions. Pressure creates heat. You might consider words like ‘heat’ and ‘bondage’ as two characteristics of the classic view of Hell. We have heard that yogis are fond of the high Himalayas. Think about it.

The cities of the world are compressions of humanity and you can even see the smoke and steam rising up from the manholes and grates as if some great fire lurked beneath (grin). The cities are infernos of industry as well as disasters waiting to happen. Illuminated souls have been known to go in and out of densely populated areas but they are more likely to avoid them whenever possible. A casual study of exothermic and endothermic reactions will apply across the board to everything that’s been said here so far… unless you want to argue about terms. If you are inclined to use terms for the purpose of understanding then you can keep going. Eventually we would get to a place where there are no terms. Terms are not absolute.

One of the main difficulties with embracing the concept of a living, conscious divine presence is due to the inability to define it. Certain minds cannot accept this limitation. In a way they believe themselves to be God. They are helpless in so many ways and at the mercy of so many things but arrogance and self-primacy are not to be dissuaded by any argument that does not conform to what they set out to prove in the first place.

Actually you are God, as much as you allow yourself to be. The guidelines to the proper behavior are all around and you even have a selection of modalities. You want one God as be all and end all? You got that. You want many Gods as attributes, archetypes et al? You got that. Do you prefer the masculine, the feminine or that place where they are one? You got that. You want a God without personality? You got that. You want God with a personality? You got that. Do you want God as a consuming fire or one with horns to satisfy every material desire? You got that too. In most cases you have a formally established game plane, itinerary and road map and all you have to do is follow it. That’s the point where you begin to wrestle with your doubts and degrees of commitment.

The same consciousness is behind every one of these patterns of awakening. Unfortunately for the aspirant it is not a walk in the park. Other things may be a walk in the park and you can see that by the crowds engaged in them. This is also why it is easier to pretend to be doing it than to actually be doing it and why hypocrisy is its greatest by product. You get tested all the way until all that you imagined you were is no longer. Most people do not take affectionately to the dissolution of their false self. They prefer that it be accommodated in the process and that’s not going to happen. One has to be possessed of a relentless intensity and that’s generally acquired at the point when the realization dawns that there is nothing worth having otherwise. Sooner or later the world is going to pound all of the other passions out of you and destroy every possibility of attachment to your temporary surroundings anyway. We all get there, sooner or later.

This is one of the best of times to aspire and one of the most difficult periods to do it in. Because of the latter there are serious bonus points to be accrued. There’s also a large bounty of grace that’s been activated for the occasion. You are also going to be advantaged by all sorts of weird occurrences that ‘should’ tip you off that something different is happening these days. Look at one of the things that scientists are running into.

If you had the benefit of being able to access periods of history that have now vanished from the ordinary areas of human recall, you would see that the same thing happens over and over. Sure, the particular dramas may differ and the costumes and scenery might change but it’s the same thing, over and over. The lessons are always the same too. You could well wonder why a divine consciousness, capable of anything, would put us through this. Why are we engaged in and surrounded by so much suffering? What’s the point?

First off, we do not live and die in a single lifetime. We got where we are as the result of choices and intentions. Furthermore, Planet Earth is only one of a great many possible locations. This is the place where particular things happen. This is a stage set for particular dramas. It’s always under construction for the next demonstration. The question is not; why are we here? The proper question is; how do we get there? Both questions are valid though. You got here because you agreed to come here. You get ‘there’ by putting your energy and attention on it. You aspire. It doesn’t matter what direction you choose to go in, you will have help all the way and that includes the darkest regions you can’t even imagine.

You might think of yourself as a surfer caught in the fury of a powerful wave or a diver who has lost touch with up and down. This happens. Reading this you may imagine that you would easily know which way was up and down in the water but survivors of these conditions will tell you that it can happen that you do not. Life can be very tricky in the same way. I speak from personal experience in this regard. Without a guide you are going to get lost and you will not know up from down.

I know of one technique that I could say would serve in most cases. Ask deeply and sincerely for help and then go about your business. Ask repeatedly. Ask as often as you can remember to ask so that it becomes second nature. Reach as if you were already in the water and did not know up from down and convince yourself that despite what your mind tells you, this is so. Ask persistently. Be exceedingly troublesome. Bang on the door as often as you can remember to. I assure you that there is an intelligence that is aware of your efforts and which has the power and capability to accomplish anything with no limitations at all. The limitations which exist are in your mind and the result of the conditioning you have subjected it to. Recondition it.

If the one you seek is not calling you then you had better make the call; Yes? It comes down to what’s important to you. This is important to me. I serve my own interests by constantly writing about it because it is a personal reminder. You have to assure yourself that something is at your side or living within. Have you gained any lasting satisfaction from anything? What makes you think that anyone who has anything has gained it either? What they have is the real evidence that they have not and all that remains for them is to present the front that they have gained it. This is the mystique of those who lure the unwary. Misery loves company.

Strive hard. As hard as you may strive it will not be enough because you will have to let go, give up and surrender completely in the end. Ordinary death is a mimicking of what it is better to accomplish while still alive. While you are in the world your single duty is to constantly celebrate and remember the presence of the divine. It has to enter into everything you do. It has to be the objective of every thought feeling and action. The most mundane event should have cosmic significance. You must burn with intensity. Don’t settle for the ordinary madness of what is exampled all around you. Go divinely mad. Press inward. Demand an audience. Make a ruckus so that you must be attended to. Imagine yourself as a child in a crib that will not stop crying. Surely the mother will come.

That should do for the moment. That should do for any and all your moments.

God’s Not Dead

The New Shangri-La

Sex and the Single Mind, Part 2

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

I realized while writing the first part that there was going to have to be a second part because of a few things that didn’t get covered. Mostly it is because of admonitions that must be stated. I doubt that any of the readers here will find themselves in this mind frame but it needs discussing.

Tantra is a much misunderstood science in these times of casual couplings and sex identity, (un-) reality, boutique shows. There’s a gaggle of Germans and sundry going about and teaching the deep and sacred mysteries of tantric sex. No doubt all the graduates can meet up every year in Goa and party down with the ‘just add water’, instant saddhus and sanyasins who carry around black Magic Markers so that you can write your cellphone number on their thigh.

The truth is that it is a rare individual who has the capacity to learn Tantra and it is very unlikely that many of them would come from the west. Without a bonafide teacher, you’ll just be spinning your wheels, which is another way of working on your ‘wrist action’. It takes a lifetime, if not lifetimes, of study to complete the course, which cannot be done in three weekends, with one five day intensive, after which you are proclaimed a master.

It’s pretty difficult to separate Tantra from magic and it is Tantra where the right and left hand paths have their most prominent presence. The chances are that most practitioners will wind up on the left hand path, whether they intended it or not. It’s an area of study that is best avoided by anyone who wants to remain sane. If you think you have the goods to interact with Smashan Tara then, be my guest.

None of these Byzantine intricacies are necessary anyway. If a person would simply work on developing the capacity to express unqualified love, they will achieve as much if not more, than any amount of study put into the workings of Tantra.

There are two main paths to self-realization and they are the path of knowledge and the path of devotion. We have a mind and we have a heart. It might well be that one who attains, to the highest state to which knowledge can bring them, must return again to learn what only the heart can teach them. On the other hand, those who follow the path of the heart need not return for the knowledge; the heart contains it all.

I’ve read so many books and traveled on so many planes, with and without the serious booster rockets. I know less now than I did when I started. It comes upon me stronger and stronger every day that I will apprehend and achieve nothing until I have surrendered utterly …and life seems determined to force my hand in that regard.

Knowledge can be a dangerous thing because it feeds arrogance. Magical powers can be even more dangerous because of the impetus to exercise them. The great Hindu saint Ramakrishna achieved the highest state of realization in his devotion to Kali and had all of the yogic siddhis given to him. Through his life he never used one of them and turned them over to his disciple Vivekananda upon his departure for the higher realms. Ramakrishna also entered into every major religion and experienced enlightenment in each one and afterwards declared, “They are all the same.”

For those on the spiritual path, or who desire to be, I would highly recommend reading the works of Mahendranath Gupta who is more widely known as “M”. He wrote most elegantly about being with Ramakrishna and his observations are a treasure.

Ramakrishna was a very simple guy. Sri Sarada Devi was a very simple lady. Jacob Boehme was a very simple guy. St Francis was a very simple guy. I don’t know how simple Mirabai was but I did want to put her name in the post (grin). It seems to me that the divine has a thing for simple people and elevates their lives and their names into prominence as examples for the world. There’s a point to be made which is that you don’t need the intricate complexities of academia to arrive at the highest understandings. If anything, they are a hindrance. You don’t need titles and awards as evidence that you are worthy or exceptional. The most exceptional person on Earth is the one who seeks the divine with their whole heart and mind.

It is impossible to bullshit the divine. The divine knows things about you that you don’t even suspect and is sitting at the center of your being observing everything you do and adjusting your course accordingly. As long as you choose to believe that everything is under your control you will be allowed to harbor that until the time comes to show you otherwise. I’ve said it before but I need to say it again. “If you don’t seek God in the springtime of your life, he won’t be there in the winter”. It’s a stern admonition from a spiritual master who was generally known for the sweetness of his speech; Paramahansa Yogananda.

As much as the world can pummel and punish you, no one can do it quite as well as you can. The agony of reflection, on a life wasted, is a terrible fate.

There are only a few things about Tantra that need to be understood and everything pertinent to your particular being will be added as needed; seek to see the divine in everything. When you eat, consume your food as if it were the very stuff of realization itself. Eat with persistent gratitude. Treat everyone as if they were an angel in disguise. Love the divine in everything and surrender the reactive mind every time it rears its ugly head. Let your every word and gesture be an expression of conscious love for what is hidden in what surrounds and permeates you. Become childlike by discarding what you think you know because, you don’t really know it.

Some of those I mentioned were near illiterate. They didn’t read any of those books which we puff ourselves up about for having read. Some of them traveled very little except across the landscape of the great within. They had no armies or fortunes but they transformed the world in the time when they were present.

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The divine cannot enter a heart where shortcomings and negative qualities reside and are elevated as desirable characteristics. These must be evicted before you can invite the divine. The divine is waiting right now. The divine is camped on the door step of the gateway of the heart. The divine wants to embrace you as the returning prodigal and endlessly shower gifts and blessings upon you.

What do we do instead? We allow ourselves to be thrown into darkness by demons that consume our treasures and laugh at our ignorance. We voluntarily turn ourselves over to the slave master for torment and abuse. We parade about in the shame of our imagined importance while we are steadily and relentlessly reduced to nothing.

Whenever the sex force arises from the physical core, or through the conduit of imagination, direct it toward the divine. Whenever engaged in some performance of it, let it be that you are having intercourse with the divine. Bless everything you do and offer it up and sooner rather than later you will find yourself in that secret walled garden that opens inward and outward from within ourselves. The word ‘paradise’ comes from Pakistan where it is spelled something like this, ‘para deez’. It translates to paradise and the interpretation of the original is, ‘walled garden’. “All passengers who are departing into the Nine of Pentacles, please sign out with the conductor”.

Everything that we need to be concerned with is taking place within us. The main problem for everyone is a lack of dedication and persistence. We give up and turn off just as we are about to arrive. We send off for a package and then leave before the postman can place it in our hands.

Try to turn your mind to your idea of the divine and watch closely. Watch how you will be off thinking about something else in short order and not know how it happened. You must engage the divine in conversation all through your day. Take a walk in the twilight and at dawn; these are especially good times. Get in the habit of discussing everything that happens to you with the author of all things. Make this the point of your life and I promise you, your life will have a point.

End Transmission…….

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Love is Bound

The New Shangri-La

Sex and the Single Mind.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I get a lot of letters. Just about the only thing people don’t ask me about is sex and I am grateful for that. Then again, it’s all sex, everything you think and say and do. Since no one has asked me about it, according to my logic, I should probably talk about it (grin). I’m probably going to be at odds with the understanding of some of the readers because of what I’m going to say but… bear with me. I’m not actually advocating anything. I’m applying it to a perspective. Before I get into the points, let me propose a concept we need to keep in mind. Where we are is where we are at the moment. Most of us are not where we think we want to be. We’re aspiring to it; thinking about it, reacting against what opposes us and generally divided between where we are and where we think we want to be.

One might say that one of the primary problems of life is just this; that we are in one place and wish we were in another, that we are a particular person wishing we were a different person. All of this presupposes that we know in the first place and we don’t. We don’t know much of anything but we assume a great deal. Few of us realize just how much of what we think we are is something we have assumed to be true.

I was, or am, one of those people who took radical steps to change myself and my world. This, as you can imagine, led to all sorts of complications. At the same time, “fortune favors the bold” and “nothing ventured, nothing gained”. There are as many homilies as there are Hallmark greeting cards. I mentioned this propensity of mine to a spiritual master once and he said, “You must not polish the pot so hard that it breaks.”

Any changes you want to make in yourself and your outer world have to come about through inner restraint. The moment you change your mindset by reining in behaviors, the world will change around you. The world is a mirror. Impatience is an automatic obstacle that manifests before you at the intensity of your impatience. Don’t ask god to give you more patience or god just might give you something to be patient about. Sometimes asking for an increase of virtue… or anything… can bring an increased difficulty in life. You may think you want to step right into Elijah’s chariot and ride up into the heavens but you can’t storm the gates of heaven; this I know from personal experience.

It’s in the simple things that we do in every moment that brings success or failure. It is in our relationships with those around us; our daily chores, the thoughts and emotions that we entertain where we display our readiness to be advanced in understanding.

People want to know if they should be a vegetarian and are concerned that attempts they are making leave them weak. I am much benefited by my diet but I have seen a lot of vegetarians that are not in good health. What is the point of doing the right thing in the wrong way? Sometimes you have to continue as you are while you aspire to change. On the matter of workable vegetarianism, one might profit from checking out macrobiotics and also investigating the diet of those cultures where vegetarianism has been extant for centuries. That’s what I would do.

People go just as crazy through religious and spiritual mania as they do in materialism. Balance is what you want. Harmony is what you want. If you are lacking these you want to get them first.

A wise soul does not project their limitations upon the divine or ascribe human characteristics to it. This is anthropomorphism and this is how you get people who commit all manner of crimes in the name of god because their god is just a bigger version of themselves. This is true ass backwardness. Don’t do this. Impress upon yourself the fundamental awareness of your own ignorance and helplessness and work toward a complete and utter inner surrender to that which is- and always will be- beyond your comprehension. Only god can know god.

I said everything is sex and that’s close to being true. Take a look around you at the way things work and fit together. Notice how plugs go into sockets for electric facility. Consider phrases like, social intercourse, verbal intercourse and use your imagination in order to see that things are going in and out of each other all the time. Note also how all technology is an adaptation on or for the human form. You can have sex with each other, with demons and with god. The direction of your attraction determines this. Why not make god your lover?

Where is god? God is in everything. Your eyes are organs of intercourse. Your speech is a medium of intercourse. Your thoughts and feelings are mediums of intercourse. Your actions reflect the act of intercourse done well or badly. We live in a world of brutal, selfish and impatient lovers. A true master, in concert with the one, can make a simple gesture and transfer more in the way of lasting satisfaction than any act of physical intercourse you will ever engage in.

The desire for sexual union wells up in all of us. We differ in the way we manifest it. You might think of it as a fireman with a high powered hose in his hands. Most people do not have the focus and control to direct this force. I think you can imagine all sorts of cartoon scenarios of firemen and hoses; children in fireman outfits. I used to enjoy going to places where people are engaged in their mating rituals and watching them at work. I got a great deal of amusement from this. We need to investigate the subtle dishonesties of our selfish nature. We hide a lot of this from ourselves because it compromises our assumptions about ourselves.

Everything we do is a sexual act and we do these things with the same lack of control that we practice in the act of sex. People eat unconsciously and you can add most things to the list. We devour each other. One way or another we are all, “One Eyed Jacks” to some degree.

Cultivate a love affair for the divine. Pine and long for the divine. Speak to the divine as a lover and you might be very surprised how quickly you get results you were not getting before. Abandon your anthropomorphic projections, while still maintaining the understanding that the divine is present in everything and everyone. God actually looks at you through the eyes of others and often speaks to you through others but you are not hearing the divine. This is the greatest curse of materialism. It trivializes something that is beautiful beyond human understanding. Every human activity has divine implications but we have ‘earthed’ them to serve our appetites and desires.

We become like that which we love and admire. “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery”. People may think they are going to win by doing it their way and the world gives the impression that they are winning but they are eating sand for breakfast. They are copulating with corpses. They are dancing with the dead in the crypts of a darkling world.

The divine is a living presence. It is not something far off unless you have moved far off from it. Even then, it is very much there and only your perception of the distance exists, which is… another assumption. Even a very wicked person can come to grace quickly were their heart to change. The divine is very susceptible to love, more so than any person. ‘Those who love much are forgiven much’. You are the reason that the divine made and ensouled you. That might not make a lot of sense right away. You are the crown of creation. We need to act like that.

It is how and what we engage in every day that defines us. If we see the divine we will find the divine. Have no concern for what the world may think of your peculiar malady. The mocking dissonance of cowardly hearts is all the evidence you need that you are going in the right direction. The universe is actually making love to you every day. It is our unfortunate response to this that makes it seem otherwise. We abandon our simple, childlike trust because we have seen our trust violated and have violated the trust of others. In this way we forfeit one of our greatest protections. Not all assumptions are wrong. There are some assumptions that we very much ought to make.

Well… food for thought, for me as well as for you; that sexual force can go in all kinds of directions but really it only goes up or down. It is that force which is responsible for all of the greatest art of the ages and all of the cruelties and destructions as well. Use it wisely. Save some oil for your lamp.

Then You Let Go

The New Shangri-La

Everything is Under Control Beneath the Tamas Guna Cloud.

Tonight is the Visible Origami radio show which can be heard here or downloaded here in a day or two. Ciao bella.

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

Greetings to our readers and listeners across the Milky Way and those of you tuning to us inter-dimensionally or via warp-hopping through the rotating transmitters that bounce the signal at the speed of thought to galaxies and realms beyond the reach of the usual services. This is the real Sirius network as opposed to the not very serious- but seriously pornographic- audio proliferating in the dense realms of matter of the Tamas Guna Cloud which presently blankets this benighted and beleaguered sphere.

Some may think when I say Tamas Guna that I am referring to an individual- perhaps the one who discovered it- named Thomas. That would be incorrect. The Tamas Guna is one of the 3 states of action in the Hindu system. They are Tamas, Rajas and Satwa and would parallel with the Western Alchemical terms of Salt, Sulphur and Mercury. In any age we are in some combination of the three with one preeminent. At this time that would be Tamas and you can take that to the bank, which is the best example of Tamas I can come up with and which is the prevailing power of the times. That would be money honey and the adoration thereof. Tamas is darkness and though we may be short of a lot of desirable items at this time we have no shortage of darkness… not that darkness is desirable unless… yes, unless you don’t want people to see what you are doing.

Those rare souls who have the insight and determination to search out sites like Visible Origami and others of like intent, yes… there are others, know that the baser elements of human nature are presently in high celebration and that the higher elements are a drag on the party monsters using the population as party favors. You know what you don’t know and you can see the man behind the curtain. Some of you can even see that he isn’t wearing any clothes and it’s not an attractive sight but… I digress, I think. Perhaps I am not digressing but only engaging in a form of mental moon-walking; being one who also does not know, well… let’s leave it at that.

The four horses are stamping and snorting in the stable as they register the approaching footsteps of their riders who are, appropriately called, The Four Horsemen. What would an apocalypse be without them? People are always noting the negative side of these aspects but it’s only negative when seen in the context of the Tamas Guna Cloud. If you don’t want the darkness shattered with light and you don’t want the cloud transformed into mist upon the shoulders of newly revealed mountains and heretofore hidden kingdoms then, I suppose what is coming will be viewed as negative by some or, more likely, many.

It’s important to remember that these major forces have a general and a personal application. It’s important to remember that their appearance in the outer world is going to be mirrored by an appearance in the inner world at the same time. The dismantling and reconstituting will be taking place in both locations. You can go with it or you can attempt to go against it. The latter would be similar to an individual trying to halt the rotation of the world by grabbing a tree and exerting the impressive force of their personal will. An elementary awareness of physics should explain the absurdity of such a proposition. You might want to consult the Greeks at this point and catch up later or just continue along with me now.

As per the expected, the majority of people maintain their faith in their faithless leaders. They look to them as agents of peace while they wage wars on defenseless populations for personal gain as they plan yet new devastations on new victims. They imagine them as representatives of Hope and Change, both of which are now both working the streets since shortly after they got off the bus from Minnesota last week. These people are the salt of the Earth and- if you remember- we talked about salt and the Tamas Guna earlier.

The interesting thing is that a lot of these people believe in God. Strangely enough it is their belief in this God that makes them comfortable with their leaders killing defenseless people abroad in exchange for their resources and access routes though their country. Apparently their God has put the big stamp of approval on blowing people into confetti for his greater glory.

At other times I have told you that the world is backwards and upside down. So it is that this God they are worshipping is actually a horned demon who delights in cruelty, bloodshed and confusion. This explains how a God who is supposed to be about compassion, mercy and justice can actually be for anything but. They got this God from a particular group of people who have been worshipping him all along. This group of people has become very powerful under the Tamas Guna Cloud because they like all the same things that their God likes and we’ve seen what that is a time or two; have we not?

Telling the truth is no easy affair under the Tamas Guna Cloud. We’re raised by parents who instruct us to tell the truth. We attend schools where we are told that certain virtues are the accepted way and we move into a society that holds these things up as the lights that guide us through the darkness but most people know that this is only going to get them into trouble. Maybe they tried it a few times in the beginning and saw the error of their ways. We’ll take a short pause for an outburst of maniacal laughter. Okay… moving right along and hoping you found that cathartic.

This winter is going to be a watershed moment all across the planet until Spring comes limping in like an asthmatic Wal-Mart greeter searching for a shop steward on his day off. Quite some number of you are going to be pounded like veal before you get dipped into the batter and thrown into the frying pan where you will be seasoned with a generous sprinkling of Hope and Change, who are now equipped with some interesting STD’s that will provide the sensations you get when someone put too much Accent in your chop suey. Just drive your thumbs into the corners of your jaw until it goes away.

A lot of you are going to want to know what Kenneth Copeland, Benny Hinn and Tony Alamo have to say about what’s coming. Tony may be a little harder to reach than the others but he’s busy explaining how God works at the moment. This is all proof that God works in mysterious ways.

My point, as we approach the end of the text portion for tonight’s show is… Hypocrisy is epidemic in nearly every area of human endeavor and just about everything you are told is the opposite of what is being done. The key point in all of this is that there most certainly is a divine presence that permeates and witnesses everything through the very eyes of the people doing it. I’ll leave you with a little metaphysical consideration that you may ponder if you will. This divine presence is the author of existence and consciousness. It composes everything you see. Everything is made out of it. It is also aware within everything, according to its disposition, in relation to the substance so occupied and composed. It is also apart from it all at the same time.

This divine presence can initiate anything at any time within anything or anyone. It allows events to take their course up to the point that it resolves circumstances according to the point it wants to- and will- make. The whole of life is only about this. Everything you think and say and do has consequence. Nothing outside of you has any importance except in relation to this. Everything outside of you has no meaning except what you have given it and that is only temporary meaning. The real meaning of anything and everything exists within the awareness of the one mind. The awareness of any separated mind is only degrees of fantasy.

To see how close we are to great transformations we have only to look at the degree of absurdity that surrounds us. We have only to look at how wide the divide may be between what is and what we are being told it is. You have only to look at the state of things to intuit what is coming. We’ll be closing the text portion of the show now and moving into the pure audio realm.

This is Dog Poet Visible wishing you the best of what’s coming and extending to you the collective greetings of the Sirius Cluster. We’ve got our eyes on you.

Ahroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…

End Transmission

I Love You

The New Shangri-La

The Sleepwalker Factor on the Road to 2012

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

Life can be very tough or it can be a walk in the park. The jury is out on which is preferable in the long run. I know people who had an easy go of it early on and people like myself who had a rough time. In later days, I find that those who had an easy go do not now have the will for persistence, because they had nothing to grow against in the beginning. Like it or not, adversity makes us strong.

Another point is that we are all given propensities that we must experience and overcome. The majority of people settle for some compromise with their shortcomings. They justify them. They deny them. They put a cloak of virtue over them or they plead the exigency of circumstance as the culprit. This all points to the prevailing disposition not to be honest with oneself. Failing that, we fail in any case because we wander in a carnival of the unreal.

One has only to watch the world and the personalities who play upon the stage; small stage, large stage, no matter. In many cases the smaller the stage the better because the humiliation is less, as is the sense of loss. We note the wide success of despicable characters in our present day. By example I will mention Tony Blair. Very few people who have his acquaintance, in his theater of operation, like him very much and most leaders in the European Union would prefer he not be named as president shortly …but the forces behind the scenes are a different matter. There’s a reason for all of this.

We note the preeminence of certain so-called spiritual leaders who express very little of the spiritual in their intentions and deeds. We note that many spiritual teachers are nothing more than business men in mufti. We are not referring to the Islamic meaning of the word in this case. We note that through the ages there has been a wide divide between those whose ambition has over reached their good sense and those who have labored in selfless service.

I’ve said a number of times that everything is under control. As with anything that has a cosmic meaning to it, there is a complexity of interpretation when the mind becomes engaged. The mind is both your greatest enemy and potentially your greatest friend. It depends on who is running the show. Well, you and I are never running the show. We might think we are but that is simply an indication that we will find out otherwise at some point. The impact of this awareness is not usually subtle.

Most people on this planet are warring against themselves as they move through the continuum. For some the struggle will not abate until they have achieved the balance and harmony sought. For most, an arrangement will be made and their personal cassette will play out until the tape ends and another is programmed to follow.

I’m not concerned with people realizing their dreams and personal ambitions. Some will and some won’t and in neither case is satisfaction going to be the enduring result. I’m concerned with the people who have realized that all dreams and ambitions are temporary fantasies.

At one point I wanted to be a major league baseball player; an archaeologist, a rock and roll star and a few other things that I got some degree of proficiency in. At around sixteen I began writing poetry and that consumed a number of years with the lifestyle that attends such employment. This evolved into the dramatic arts and musical performance that then embraced stand-up comedy with political overtones. My activities in most of these areas brought me to the attention of the law enforcement community and a whole lot of trouble.

I worked as a restaurateur and on the radio. It was pretty clear to me as I went that nothing I was employed at was going to be sufficient to what I was actually seeking but I had to maintain some kind of environment and support system, while I was searching. I still do some part of all of these things except for the baseball but they are just routine extensions of something that is going on at another level and whatever I might be doing is an expression of that, like this post.

We’re all doing some version of this at the moment. We’re not all engaged in something, apart from the things we are doing, that influences what we do in terms of our personal evolution. At the same time, yes we are all doing this but with different results. Some of us are consciously engaged and some of us are sleepwalking. You cannot engage a sleepwalker in a conscious exchange. They are not relating to you at the time. They are relating to the dream they are in. A sleepwalker will not be capable of rational understanding and exchange until they awaken partially. Let us use the example of someone coming out of sedation after a medical procedure. There’s a difference between being under the influence of nitrous oxide in the dental chair and a surgical anesthesia compound. Ergo there is a difference between the relative states of different sleepwalkers. If you’ve had an operation, you may remember how you were as you were coming off the anesthesia. You might remember that you were somewhat incoherent and you might not have understood what was being said to you.

The reason for the world, as we know it, is due to the sleepwalking factor. Those who operate in a predatory manner are aware of the sleepwalking factor. Some of them are sleepwalking too. Some of them are partially awake but it is always difficult to define the mindset of those engaged in conscious evil for the sheer joy of doing it. It could be just as difficult to understand those who are doing good for the sheer joy of it and it can also be difficult to tell the difference because some part of the one group masquerade as members of the other.

In times of material darkness, the spotlight is on evil as the preferred route to follow where success is concerned. As a result, many sleepwalkers are encouraged in their dream state to take this route; the dog eat dog syndrome. Up is made to appear to be down. Forward is presented as backwards and vice as virtue. There is an agreement between the sleepwalking predators; the semi-conscious predators and the hypnotically manipulated, uncommitted sleepwalkers to behave against their own best interests because of false labeling. Everyone agrees to embrace a convenient lie in expectation of their piece of the pie.

This sort of thing goes on from age to age with occasional interruptions in the routine. We now approach a time of such interruption and the sleepwalking brigade is going to be meeting a force of awakening. For some this is going to be more traumatic. It depends on the degree of sleep one is experiencing. There’s no way around this. It’s going to happen. It is happening now and there are some numbers of people who are coming out of the sleepwalking state. For many of them it is a disconcerting experience but accommodation is a natural result in the process.

There was a great teacher of the last century named Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov. He said it the best in terms of what is coming. I’ll have to paraphrase because I doubt I remember it exactly. He said, “When God comes to awaken you he first shakes you gently on the shoulder. If that does not work he shakes you harder. If that does not work, God picks up a two by four”. Whatever the case may be in your particular case, awakening is the demand and it will be achieved at whatever the cost of the action required.

If you’ve been suffering at the hands of this world from the seeming curse of being partially awakened then you’re going to be in positive anticipation of what is coming. If, on the other hand you have been sleepwalking through the fields of appetite, you will not be so welcoming based on the degree of your sleepwalking resistance. What I have been discussing here is now closer than it appears as you can read at the bottom of your side view mirror.

End Transmission…….

This fellow seems like the real deal too. I’ve been watching a lot of his videos lately.

Every Day

The New Shangri-La

The Serpent in the Kunda Pool.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

The master that I met on the beach at Big Sur told me that God is a serpent. I met him at a place called Lime Kiln Creek. He didn’t look like anyone I had ever seen before or since. He looked Asian but that was because of the lines of force compressed around his face. He was dressed in khaki slacks, Clark Desert boots and a brilliant white t-shirt and his body was perfectly formed. There was no guessing his age. He would expel the breath forcefully from his nostrils as if to punctuate his statements. He was very serpentine and he held his hands always as if there were invisible reins. He said to me, “Everything’s under control, take the reins”. Mostly he said, “I don’t know” to most of my questions and then he might answer or not. After awhile I was saying, “I don’t know” too and I really didn’t. I can’t possibly explain what that was like.

It’s the great sorrow of my life that I didn’t stay with him. He said that I should but I had some people with me who were in bad shape, junkies, and they needed to get back to San Francisco and cop. I had thought I could take them to the beach and give them acid and that it might help them to kick. I didn’t know much about that kind of thing back then and it wasn’t successful.

This master did something to me that day. He activated something. As a month or two passed, I found myself breathing in the manner I had observed in him. My forehead would draw down to a point above my nose. I knew something was happening to me but I didn’t know what. About three months after I met him, I was 3500 miles away from the beach in the woods of Virginia and my Kundalini rose up through my spine and blew me- or whoever it was that I had been- completely away. The force of the experience was so great that for the next several years it was with me all the time. My whole body was in a state of dynamic tension and I didn’t need a coat in the winter. The constant state of tension made me very strong. I was an alien of some sort now and there was a constant stream of supernatural adventures that would fill a book.

Finally, ordinary life… well, it was never ordinary but in many ways similar to what was going on around me set in and for some years, I was able to suppress or distract this force but living in any kind of normal routine just wasn’t possible for very long. It was like living another life for a few years, then it would end and another would start and so on and so forth. Sometimes they just crashed and regenerated elsewhere and sometimes they just slipstreamed into a new one. There was a lot of wild chaos and sometimes I look back on it in wonder. I can’t see how it managed to continue without major catastrophe but it did and here I am now. It’s still happening and the dark surround is still coming and going with degrees of intensity.

I was going to my supplier in a Swiss town last year in the early summer when the thought came into my head to try Ketamine. I’d know about it for a long time but never thought about it. It so happened that my supplier had some and I took a sample with me. When I tried it that night I didn’t do enough and thought, “Oh well, no big deal here.” It might have ended like that but the thought came into my head to go ahead and do the whole sample. It was supposed to be one good dosing. So I did and things happened well beyond anything I was expecting. I found myself on some high point of the astral plane talking to Paramahansa Yogananda who passed from Earth life many years ago. This was the first of many such visits with a number of beings. Some of them are still present in Earth life and some of them are not. Then I found myself involved in alchemical events that went through a series of tests and levels and was sometimes nearly terrifying. At one point I thought I had failed something and was condemned to a plane I could never leave. I managed to bridge that and when similar things occurred in the future I knew how to handle them.

Then it moved into a purely serpentine period where I was engaged with enormous serpents that moved in other dimensions. They had something to do with time and often I was in a sort of horizontal Rolodex where I could step out into totally new constructs of my existence. Some things that had happened were no longer around and new things were added. It was as if the fabric of reality could be altered at will. I never felt like I was doing any of these things. They were just happening to me. There was a sense of large events forming on the highway ahead and I could sometimes shape things. It is very difficult to explain. There’s little that is familiar between here and the various theres.

Often it had the texture of fantasy and I would encounter entire races of people whose bloodlines were mixed into the common body but who had a unique and tribal thing to them. I encountered a number of different tribes of beings. I encountered the reptiles but they were so foreign to me and I to them that there was nothing between us. They live on an entirely different level with entirely different interests and objectives.

I could remote view most of the time and traveled to locations all over the globe. I visited some of the political nasties and gave them special messages as you can imagine. I could feel them resist and rebel against the intrusion but what are they going to do? There’s only one mind. I had a real surprise when I visited Donald Rumsfield. With everyone else there was someone home. All of the rest of them were personality composites with psychopathic programming but with Rumsfield there was nothing there. It was just a black hole and the thought of one damned came into my mind. It was an extraordinary experience.

The man on the beach shows up a lot and we talk about what’s coming. I never imagined that I would be engaged in this way. I have taken psychedelics for a long time at a decreasing rate but this was all beyond that. This is so internal. It’s a portal to various dimensions and levels of being. It’s controllable and uncanny beyond description. At one point something like crunchy porridge began to leak out of my mouth and eventually covered most of my shirt front. Where did it come from? What was it? It seemed to be coming from my gums. My lower salivary gland at one point began to spray without cease for some period of time. I only add this as an example of a number of things that have happened which I won’t be talking about due to space considerations or the fact that I wouldn’t know how to describe them.

A couple of months ago my supplier had some sort of life transforming event and has gone out of business to wherever that is taking him. Since that time, no less than a dozen people have contacted me about helping me obtain the item. It’s as common as fish and chips in the U.K. where it is somewhat decriminalized. People from there and Amsterdam and other locations assured me they would be busy on my behalf and several people said it was right there and I would soon be in possession of it and, every one of these people have either never gotten back into contact or woven strange tales that I have difficulty believing. I don’t know what to make of it and must suppose that this is some cosmic thing because there is nothing else that I have any trouble obtaining but I don’t want anything else. In the meantime, heavy pressures have come upon me which the item under discussion instantly dispels. I don’t know what to make of it.

It would be understandable that one or more people would not be able to do something but I have never before seen anything like what I have encountered in the last several months. It is like some power has closed off the access. I’m not detailing much of the interactions I’ve had but I can say that it has been extremely uncanny.

Besides this, something has changed in the world itself. I can feel it and something has changed in me so that I am not always sure who I am at all. This is not a negative thing. It’s just really strange. In some ways it is entertaining because there’s no telling what might happen at any particular point.

I never know what I’m going to write about when I sit down to do it so I’m watching with some surprise the direction this piece has taken. A number of people have written me to ask about my experiences with this item so I think this may help to explain somehow. Then again, what happens for one is no guarantee of it happening for another. The mind is a most mysterious thing and none of us connect to it in exactly the same way as another. End Transmission…….

Walk Across the Bridge

The New Shangri-La