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 by Mark Krueger Archive 2005
End of StoryMore and more cranks of the Wheel....... You are noticing the suffering that is underneath everything in Creation all of the time. These days are not gloom and doom despite feeling like doom and gloom. You are becoming conscious of all the ways you zoomed for breathing room above the doom and gloom of your other lifetimes as a strategy of transcendence. Noticeably, transcendence isn't working anymore. Efforts to transcend drive you deeper into descendent dramas. The Hopey way can't cover the hopelessness of how the Dream doesn't work for you. It doesn't work for you because it distracts you from you in the name of getting you by chasing after the trends and fauxs of the projections of Creation. It does not work! It does work you, over and over again and again! Aren't you tired of the grind!!!! You are deeply, deeply lonely for your self. Claim your own consciousness and clear your identification in the karmic machine. In my opinion, nothing else works anymore, spiritual or material, because you stay embedded in the Dream, endlessly trying to go higher and such. Oy! The Grand Cross gets even more potent in the week ahead. The 1st, All Saints' Day, brings a New Moon in Scorpio at 8:25 pm EST. (Daylight time changes this weekend). Right smack in the Grand Cross, this New Moon erupts all of the old rage, terror and guilt of all the ways you were horribly stuck in bodies, situations, dramas, dilemmas and Creation itself. Happy Halloween. These goopy layers burn acridly for most people, hijacking their lantern while wandering witch way to go. The trick of the treats of the Dream break open the bottom of your sack of earthly and heavenly Goodies thereby leaving you holding your empty Holy bag. What goes up comes down. What goes in comes out. Be. Give up all of your beliefs. Let them go. Be-leaving keeps you leaving your being. Be-leaving has never actually worked and actually never will work but it will surely tell you otherwise, for the Bible, for the Babel, for the bubbles tell you so........... Pissiness is the busyness of the day. This autumn brings a riot of color, color vs. color, in the human drama of conflictions over the absurd surface differences that have nothing to do with anything. Praise and appreciation to Rosa Parks who just passed on. I recommend not sitting anywhere on the bus however, front or back. Ride your own being to where you wish. The mind itself is always the ultimate oppression of your own consciousness. De-parasitize yourself from the wily weasel of wacky wondering. All who wonder and wander are lost from their selves. Nothing wrong with that, but certainly, there is nothing right with it either. Drop the projections of going anywhere. Choose and let go and choose again while realizing the dream of heavens and earths and the All One Game. It's not you. You are not in it. You are. End of story. Meanwhile, in terms of the story that unfurls its freaky flagging flutters of birds that flew...... the week ahead is very magical. Praise to all the witches and wizards that have proceeded us, hogwarts and all, so that we can at least break out of some of the constraints of the mind boxes. Wizardy maintains the dream, unplain and unsimple, but it has had its place in cracking open the safe and unsafe. Unhang all the witches!!! Undrown them. Smoke Salems, not wizards. Unflay the messengers. Uncross the Christs and uncurse the Magdalenes. Pandora didn't have a box of demons. She saw things as they were and spoke to the unconscious, openly. Pandora lives! These are cauldron days bubbling the dregs of the Dream, with eye of Newt and broken bits of Bush. Toil troubles and troubles toil in search of the potion of power and position. But Justice mires in withdrawal. The occulted workings of government are outing the in crowd. Suffer the guilty, for they know what they do......... Less power to all of them. May they be dammed in the flood of awareness and enough of their poisoning ways. They'll come around to their own being once upon some time. But no more of the flagrant, oppressive foolery! No more! Anyway, rots a ruck on all those indicted counts of dregula. The fangs of vEmpires have cut deep for a long time. Bleeding is everywhere. Not enough time, money, resources, attention, knowledge, power................ You got it; you lost it; you gotta get it, ad nauseaum. The skulls of crossed boners lead the iniquity. Remember to laugh or ye shall be haunted by the nunsense of rightness in a time of wrongings. The Great Pump King is getting carved. A light shall be put into him and in time he shall shrivel, moldering in his grave conceits. Meanwhile enjoy the fun that you are and howl at the moon.
Treats you tricksters,
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