Love to distinguish yourself from the
Beast, i.e., that is the Beast, the devil. Love to distinguish
yourself from the spawn of the Beast --inspired by the Beast's
anti-good, anti-Christ doctrine: judaism-- running around rampant
these days generating hell on earth. By loving you will
distinguish/separate yourself from the devil and his spawn. You will
create separateness for your own protection, and bring some light
–from God-- into the present darkness... for you and those around you.
Visible says this well in his latest
article. He writes:
I go about with heavy heart on many
days. The collective suffering loose in the world has reached the
point where it is palpable to anyone with a nature sensitive enough
to detect it. I recognize my relative helplessness and the force of
Karma that encapsulates us all in its web. Karma and degrees of
variable blindness go hand in hand. If you cannot clearly see, you
cannot clearly define or understand what is taking place around you.
You act and react out of sync with what is preferential to your best
interests. This leads to more Karma and a greater blindness. Only a
surpassing intensity of Love can melt the darkness that compromises
our sight. Love and light are eternal kindred and the one naturally
generates some amount of the other as it is employed in your life.
It won't get better unless we get
better and there has to be a motivation for that and that motivation
has to be greater than the resistance to it that is operational at
all times. May you have the good fortune to win out in this exercise.
In his article Visible also writes:
It's hard for those whose totality of
compassion has not been pressed out of them by a forty ton press of
materialism going dwarf star in upon itself, to understand WHY? Why
do all of these things have to happen? The most telling limitation of
the mortal mind is it's narrow field of perception and understanding.
Cosmic imperatives don't make any sense. The duck billed platypus
doesn't make any sense. George W. Bush doing a 'see Jane run'
biography on his merciless mass murderer of a sire, instead of
hanging by the neck like a pheasant outside some lord's manor during
the holidays, makes no sense. The absence of a world wide revolution
and summary mob justice for all those so deserving also makes no
sense. That any of these things have not yet happened does not mean
that they- and worse- will not happen. That justice doesn't even
'appear' to be done is no guarantee that justice will not get done
when the Rip Van Winkle deity finally wakes up under whatever Sequoia
he fell asleep under when it was smaller than a Japanese Maple.
Read Visible's article, The Strange
Case of the Disappearing Sheetrock, here.
P.S. Thank you for your words of
wisdom, Visible. May we distinguish ourselves from the spawn of the
Beast. May we see truth and justice prevail soon.
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