The World is a Brutal Place where The Rich and Powerful Cavort as They Please... until God Cuts Them off at The Knees.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

Well… The Alien Invasion apparently went off without a hitch yesterday because no one noticed a thing. I checked now and again, but that didn’t last long because I didn’t know where to check or what to check for. The day ended and nothing had changed. That is absolutely the smoothest takeover I have ever missed. I keep wondering if it might have actually happened long… long ago and they were only just now getting around to mentioning it.

I’m starting to see that world governing… social reactions… religious movements… individual actions and reactions are all similar to the movements of water in a bucket when one is carrying it from one place to another. It sloshes to one side and then it sloshes back. Various lesser sloshes veer to the side… flumes leap and fall, while some of the water splashes out of the bucket.

Finally… the water is poured from the bucket into something else or on something else or… it gets set down and then… fairly soon…. the surface is still and flat again. Maybe life is more like a mug of beer. It comes to you with a full head of foam like the urgency of youth, and the foam stays for a bit… then it goes away… the bubbles of carbonation still rise to the surface for a while. Then… even they stop moving and if there is any beer left in the mug, it’s just going to sit there until the bartender or wait staff takes it away.

I don’t know what any of that means, but I am sure it means something.

If I were attached to the way things look and the way things are; presuming I am correct about either one of those, I would say it is looking more and more like the more things change… the more they remain the same. Is Trump just the same old-same old with a New Coke label? He isn’t even in office yet and I am seeing signs of the last time he was in office.

He’d appoint this guy and that guy. Then he would decide to replace this guy and that guy, and then he would do it again, and again, which… to me… smacks of either poor judgment or is a sign that he is a tool in someone else’s tool chest. Then he winds up with people like Pense… Pompeo and Barr who openly plot against him.

I see all this talk swirling around that he’s going to replace Hegseth. Now he is saying that he might instead nominate DeSantis, and DeSantis is a rhino. Who… with any sense of what is going on discusses things like this in public anyway? This is the behavior of a wishy-washy.

He’s making ominous threats about BRICS. Does he really not know how The World operates? Politics may well be another form of showbiz, but only a fool engages it at that level. I’m a good card player, mostly because I pay careful attention to what the other players are doing. I don’t play much anymore, but people who have played with me will tell you that I seldom lose. It’s not because of some personal voodoo or that I’m smarter than The Other Guys. Only stupid people go around thinking they are smarter than The Other Guys. I pay attention. That is the point.

I found the same thing to be critical when shooting pool or any other form of competition; focus… concentration… attentiveness to the immediate action, and a keen sense of observation prior to. This gives you a leg up.

Now it could be that The Once and Future President is playing the competition and sucking them in… to get them to show their cards… or provide a tell or two. That’s a legitimate strategy, BUT… he is behaving in similar fashion to how he did last time around. I was paying attention when he let Steve Bannon go; not that I’m a fan. Steve is owned and operated by The Israeli Mafia, and it seems like Trump is too.

Palestine is being leveled. Residential buildings are being bombed. Israeli is a criminal enterprise of bloodthirsty Satanic pirates; raping… torturing… sodomizing… killing, and running crocodile-wild on the defenseless people with the DNA that… they… don’t… have. They have been doing this since 1948. This is all incontrovertible fact. Why are people still screaming about a Hamas that Israel created in the first place, and… this relentless bullshit about non-existent hostages? It’s like all those imaginary holocaust victims.

How is it that such a large part of the human race is so cowardly and blind? Yeah… yeah, I know; no point in going over the same ground again and again.

Anyway, I’m just venting a bit. In real life I’m detached and removed in my mind from all this make-believe that dances across the walls like shadow-puppets at an Asian cultural event. The World is a brutal place… where the rich and powerful cavort as they please… until God cuts them off at the knees.

You need to have a true perspective on what is really going on. It involves a sustained mindset and a proper distance held. A certain stillness is required and a dispassionate detachment is critical. You can’t have skin in the game or be backing one side against another. The outcome is already a fait accompli. The idea is to anticipate The Winds of God… which determine destiny and results, and then… to bend accordingly.

Of course… that viewpoint is not going to work for 90+ percent of humanity… the lion’s share of which are literally in a dream… composed of endless wishing and hoping, with a whole lot of tossing and turning in bed. Moments of easy riding and gain intersperse with nightmare and loss. Fear of Death weaves through the whole of it like a carpet moving under the feet of the sleepwalking dreamers.

You’re either shepherd or sheep, a lone wolf or a pack wolf. The shepherds don’t hit the clubs with the sheep. They don’t vacation together. The hopes and fears of the sheep are not the same as the shepherds. Except at certain times, the sheep are unaware of the shepherds. The wolves do what wolves do. You can’t blame them. It’s in their nature.

Material life is a zero-sum game of musical chairs. This side wins and that side loses what the winning side gains… then the course of the action reverses. Smart players know how to measure and anticipate the changes in the tide, and the tides change at regular intervals because an invisible moon determines and regulates that.

It’s a circular dynamic that always ends where it began and none of it is going to stay with you… except what you are, and what you become, so… the REALLY smart players operate in ways that seem foolish to everyone else. They play as if it doesn’t matter whether they win or lose. That’s because they aren’t concerned with what’s in The Pot. They are already rich beyond the imagining of the other players, but they can’t tell the other players about it. They wouldn’t understand.

It takes an unbearable compassion to be in the game with everyone else when you know what is going to happen to every single one of them, and you could spare them so much of the suffering that is coming directly at them on a cosmic conveyor belt, BUT… they can’t hear you. The noise of The World is in their ears and it is all they can hear.

So… you move among them and you make yourself useful on your way to somewhere else that you are already at anyway. It’s just a matter of the environment adjusting to your interior state and that’s a given. It’s as inevitable as night and day, and it operates according to similar principles. Everything… in fact… operates according to similar principles that were old… long before The Sons of God danced upon the mountaintops with the angels in the morning of The World.

Some things are timeless and some things are not. Some things last forever and ever and some things do not. Wise souls make note of these differences and associate themselves with the timeless… while moving through the minefields of everything else that is living and dying all around them.

The cries of hunger are like the wind moving through the trees. The hunger never ends. The objects of the hunger are regularly in transformation, as the hunger moves on from one thing to the next, and the only place worth spending time in is that place where hunger ends, but hunger never does end. So… it is a bit of a dichotomy and a bit of a conundrum, and it takes a little savvy and a lot of patience to get the hang of it. There is only one thing that changes the direction of The Hunger and that is how great art comes into being. That is the well-spring of true imagining and a portal to immortality.

There is only one real artist and that artist is glad to appear in anyone who is willing to put aside pedestrian hunger to dance with him. The greatest and most enduring works of art are often created outside the view of The World, and there is no applause other than the laughter of The Sun and The Ocean as they disport with one another.

Then there are all those other worlds; may God in his mercy reveal them to you, and…

…one last thing.

End Transmission…….

Today’s Song is;

My God Can Have an Elephant’s Head

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