“Considering the nature of the problems now confronting you at a time of critical mass consciousness shifting about to tip the scales, Dreadnought might be a good concept to consider.”
January 5, 2008
Fringe elements like to say that knowledge is a lot more faked than true; however, what we like to say is that knowledge has been hoarded and is now being shared. So much has affected your knowing of truth that you would be shocked to believe that the fringe elements had it right all along — but they didn’t, at least not all. How could they when so many of them focused on dreams of destruction without rebirth? Knowledge without love is empty if only because it is so ambivalent about God. “God” itself is a word evocative of fringe lunatics, based — if you wend your logic toward human history — on godless religious men’s nonsense about fear and retribution. In short, it is not centered on the source of divinity, but on the creation itself — which has a mind of its own. God is rendered impotent in the lives of such men. You however, old friend of religious nemesis Natural Truth, have no crippling of the mind from such pale arguments as “Because the Bible told me so.” More spirits have suffered than have soared from scientific pronouncements and religious dogmatic rages — which are one and same at their root, having a common cause and aim, which is darned near impossible to explain to anyone of either camp. As a matter of fact, both religious and scientific dogma generate little peace or understanding, and certainly neither makes being human more comfortable in a world of intensifying change. Choices must be made, yet do you really feel better equipped to make them based on what God has to say on behalf of preachers and teachers of strict belief and little tolerance for true innovation? You see, choice without freedom is not choice at all, but deception.
Vipers are weaving a renegade acrobat’s net. As much as lies and lockdowns make losing one’s sanity a matter of remembrance thwarted, being aware of what’s been kept in hiding will remind you of what is vanquishable by your own will. Remember. Certainty will follow remembrance. Rogue elements are dissipating and sanity restored is just around the bend. Before you reach the moment of perfected knowing, free yourself from any thoughts or notions of unification under tyranny. Such are not far-reaching enough to include freedom in their nesting grounds. Crows are on the pests.
We sat just a little while under a bodhi tree with Buddha. We crawled on the path to Annapurna with the monk of great austerity. We odd-man-outed with the biggest men of power and prestige through history’s net, and neither Nemesis nor Dreadnought made any difference to the worst of them. Considering the nature of the problems now confronting you at a time of critical mass consciousness shifting about to tip the scales, Dreadnought might be a good concept to consider. Goodness knows, it has been a term much left to the imagination — not from the imagination having had its origin but from the reality kept hidden from your conscious awareness for eons. Men of power and prestige neither believed in Dreadnought’s benevolence as a power apart from the one they worshiped, nor did they believe in it as a salvation for anyone. Quite naughty of them, for now the fullness of Dreadnought’s power is set to reveal itself. And Nemesis is about to take off her mask. Power and prestige, get ready to run! True power and modest fearlessness for all beings now begins to work its way, naming names, opening minds, from sea to shining sea. How beautiful that will be.
Men of more emergent fields of power have been waiting in the wings to make their grand entrance onstage, and now the master of the drama readies the cue. Neither Nemesis nor Dreadnought is accepting the award for their roles, but you are, the most tireless actor in your own show. The curtain is falling, only a few more acts to go until the finale. Thunderous applause awaits. Meanwhile, let’s return to the show, as it’s really starting to get interesting.
As we said, the cast of characters includes a man of rather notable sore mental reason, a seer, another seer of greater visual acuity, and the men of light who, up until this point, have been draped in energetic cloaks of various shades of being invisible. They await their cues. Renegades too are waiting to nab a bit of the spotlight, but their part is always in the shadows or undercover. We’ll tell you this without spoiling the plot: By the time the final curtain falls, the stage will be flooded with light. Any shadows left on the “seen” will generally “pew!” and flee. A sample of the dialog:
Slow Noble: Sigh, but I tire of this game.
Live Noble: It will all be over soon.
Renegade (from the shadows): It’s just beginning.
A Dreamer: Please, Fear, make your exit, I want to wake up happy.
Pleiadian Unmasked: Now is the most crucial time for you to meet us. The scales have been tipped. Be of renegade spirit and keep your certainty about you. And greet us as brothers.
Fade to black. As we pause between acts, gently bring a sense of the absurd into the theatre. You’ll find it useful.
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