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The Greatest Trump

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As an American, not at all unique in struggling through the daily round of tackling the challenges of basic survival on the “ground level,” it is tempting to comment on the Presidency of Donald Trump.

A number of folks I know have plenty to say. Social media provides a wonderful outlet to post memes and spew venom into the wind.

It makes us feel momentarily empowered but is, in reality, a pointless exercise in futility.

I know of certain “Spiritual Authorities” who are now weighing in on Trump’s latest tweets on Mika’s face-lift.

Really?

There really is an invisible and unknown Brotherhood of Light moving through this World. They are not to be found on Facebook and the only way to contact them is to BECOME ONE OF THEM.

They are not surprised by Trump. They are not enraged. They are well-trained in avoiding the seduction game and they operate from the Knowing that “The Empire Never Ended.”

There are a lot of people who hate Trump. It’s funny. If he simply remained a wealthy celebrity, they would have as much animosity toward his person as they do Hugh Hefner.

Trump is not your problem.

The Black Iron Prison is your problem. The Dark Satanic Mills…these are your problem.

And who presides over these?

This generation will be washed over with the blood of the innocent as have all generations before us.

Don’t expect more from the next. You’ll get as much as we got from the 60’s.

I understand that certain musicians have made controversial videos where Trump is assaulted.

Everyone is making so much bank off of the Trump brand. Get behind him. Be outraged. It’s all Time. And Time is Money. And Money is BLOOD.

Or get off the train.

Our dearly departed Saints and Sages trace their biographies through a pool of gore. We get the icons. They got the sword, axe and spear.

We are working on the next steps along the Numisgnostic Path. On this Royal Road, we will fall, by bullet or final bedridden breath on the deathbed. Either way, the physical form will fail and fade.

The Heart goes on.

We enter this World and vibe with certain records of those who have gone before. They were destroyed by the Kings of this World and they relinquished their mortality.

Injustice pissed on their graves. And their Souls sailed into the Kingdom.

We are not here to be rattled like an ant mound struck with a stick when Donald Trump tweets about this or that.

Jesus (who Blake wrote is nothing less than The Divine Imagination) told us that we are In The World but not OF IT.

Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s…and to GOD what is GOD’s.

We make a choice. We turn our focus toward the Highest and Best. No one makes it out alive.

Except for the Living Soul.

I can comment no further on the Presidency of Donald Trump. We’re going to suffer and we’re going to die. Along the Way, we are given an opportunity to rub the sleep from our eyes and wake to what we truly ARE.

You weren’t born to freak out over a Tweet or what CNN headlines for your attention.

If you can read these words, you are a vital, breathing, living and wondrous Being carrying the Big Being through Time for the sake of Love.

We wish you Power and Godspeed.

And we know the Agony of this “Cruel Experiment.”

We will recall the words of Killing Joke:

“The Struggle is hard…the Struggle is long…the Struggle is…

BEAUTIFUL.”

Cut through the slogans and get off the media train.

A woman I know, someone who epitomizes the hard working American struggling to make ends meet, once said to me:

“There is always time to make something nice.”

While certain mystified aspirants are taken with exotic mantras (usually in foreign languages) and exercises, this statement is an ultimate “Wake Up” exercise.

You’ve got NOW. Can you make something NICE?

The Greater Arcana of the Tarot have sometimes been referred to as The Greater Trumps.

These are the Stages of Initiation on your Path from “Clod to God.”

Which of these Trumps is Greatest?

You’ll find out-and you’ll know it to be YOU.

The Corrosion Corp will resume activity momentarily. We are cells in the Brain of God. And through the Times and Trends, God is stretching and waking up into Creation.

It has been hard.

It has been long.

And it is Beautiful.

-Hoodoo

 

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