Life is Cheaper These Days for All Kinds of Reasons, and... I Am Incredibly Grateful that I Don't Have Any of Those Reasons.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

It crossed my mind… this morning… that today is Thanksgiving. I hadn’t thought much about it lately; was I less grateful, now that the years begin to speak in tongues and roll around on the floor inside my head? Maybe I am getting too much sun because I don’t understand what I just said; “oh, you poor man! Come on up out of this heat and sit on the porch with us and I’ll fix you a nice mint julep.” I don’t think I’ve ever had a mint julep. It sounds kinda gay.

I kept thinking. Was I less grateful now than I have been? Then it dawned on me. I start every day with a prayer of gratitude before The Sun, and my days are filled with spontaneous outbursts of gratitude… in an atmosphere of sotto voce. I am grateful all day long now, as much grateful for what is… as for what is not; grateful for things that do not happen… or stand around waiting to happen… in a climate of apprehension, and grateful again… that I do not worry even a little bit about The Future cause The Future is Now! I don’t worry about anything.

Now I am really thinking about that and it’s true. I do not worry at all. I might even change my social media icon to Alfred E. Neuman, but then I realize that he didn’t worry because he is an idiot. I don’t think I’m an idiot and then it hits me that I can’t be an idiot because I think. Just my saying I don’t think I am an idiot is proof that I am not an idiot. More people should try that cause it is a big help in threading your way through the idiots who stand around like schools of fish, watching banks of televisions through store windows.

These days, Black Friday is more interesting and more important than Thanksgiving which precedes it. I don’t think about Black Friday at all, except to remember not to go anywhere on that day.

Let me see… what am I thankful for? I am thankful for the motivation to keep to myself because I vastly prefer the company of my invisible friends to the company of other people. It’s not that I don’t like other people. I don’t really think about that either. I try to be gracious when I see them, but… I don’t miss them when they’re gone, and it’s not like I can’t wait for them to be gone. That never crosses my mind either. Yes… I am really grateful that I feel this way.

I am grateful… immensely grateful for not wanting anything. I suppose there are a few things that I would want, but they are on their way to me, and wanting them won’t make them get here faster. It will actually make the wait seem longer and I’m not waiting anyway.

My ships are coming in all over the place. I see their tall masts and white sheets of sail, but not much else… because they are just over the horizon line. For some reason, I am certain that these are my ships. Mostly because no one else seems to be aware of them.

Even though they are my ships, I don’t think of them as my ships. I don’t think of anything being mine and that’s a relief. Possessions are a weight, whether they are on your back or in your mind. They will weigh you down. I can see this is true when I look at other people. I can’t always see what they are laboring under, but I can see that something is holding them down.

This reminds me of the times I have been in the rural areas of poor countries. The people are unfailingly generous and hospitable. They don’t have much but it doesn’t seem to bother them. So I look closely at them… to see if I can spot the reason for their lightness of being, and it doesn’t take long for me to see… that it is their sense of community that accounts for their good-natured ways.

Then my mind will flash on the times I have been Uptown in New York City or London… Paris; Budapest was an exception. However in all those places and many others like them… there is this heaviness in the air. People are more likely to be grim. There is a real joy deficit in these locations. People are generally meaner and less approachable.

I realize it is because they have too much stuff. The other people… in the poorer lands did not have too much stuff. Surely that is the reason that those… with every reason to be happier… were actually miserable, and why those with reason to feel a sense of lack… did not seem to be lacking anything essential. Life is filled with ironies like this.

People have been increasingly more worried in recent years. They were fed endless lines of bullshit, and… because it was served to them warm, they ate it. Some came back for second helpings. Some got used to waiting in line for their regular servings. The brainwashing is incredible. It turns out that the migrant thing is an economic scam by venture capitalists, and it’s the same thing with Climate Change. However… because people are getting stupider, you have Climate Zombies marching somewhere, I’m not sure where, and I know they don’t know.

I am incredibly thankful that I am not one of these people. I do feel bad for them but it you stop them and tell them they are going the wrong way, they will snarl at you and wave their signs in a threatening manner. It’s like abortion hysteria. People are getting pregnant just to have an abortion. Other people get pregnant so they can revel in the early joys of pregnancy and then they get an abortion. They just wanted to see what it was like and then they got addicted to the process.

It’s like the people who get a dog for their kids to play with over summer vacation and then kick it out of the car at a rest stop. This is a very common thing. Life is a lot cheaper these days for all kinds of reasons, and… I am incredibly grateful that I don’t have any of those reasons. The reason you see people treating life with such unfathomable cruelty and disdain… is due to the ones being treated this way… having previously treated others in similar fashion… at an earlier time. The only way to get off that carousel is to stop doing it, but if you say anything to them, you will get snarled at again.

A lot of people are now very happy that Trump is president. A smaller amount of people… still a considerable number… are deeply unhappy that he is president. Some numbers of people are extremely apprehensive about the fact that he is not president yet. All kinds of things could happen still. There have been more chemtrails in recent times than I have ever seen before. It is about ten times as much. Someone is trying to get their licks in, and very little is being said about it anywhere. I wonder why that is?

The 15-minute cidiots are on the march in serious fashion and that’s not going to end well. They are going to be winding up with graveyards even larger than the ones they have for electric cars. The Earth is a massive graveyard. I suppose you know this. Everything that is made is made from something that used to be alive. That is the nature of things in the vales of mortality. The good news… if it is good news… is that all of it will be animated again, and nothing is ever dead to begin with. Yeah… that’s good news and bad news.

However… my cup runneth over and I am pretty sure about the goodness and mercy too. It’s all about where I put my treasures… and those ships on the horizon are not running low at the waterline… because they are not carrying heavy things. It’s not because I do not have a tsunami of blessings coming, I do indeed, but it is already hard for me to keep track of the blessings that are presently raining down on me.

Because my attention was often elsewhere in earlier times. I did not realize how many blessings I had. I was mistaking them for something else or they didn’t seem as important as I now know them to be. As time has passed, I can more clearly see what is and is not a blessing, and it occurs to me that I am an extremely rich fellow. I mean… I am staggeringly rich. Why… I have only to step outside and LITERAL rivers of gold will pour down on me. I can see them streaming by through the window as I write this post. The Good Lord was kind enough to blow the chemtrails to somewhere else for the day.

I can close my eyes and be in Paradise if I want to, and that is because my ships are not riding low in the water and… because I have nothing pulling me away from Paradise to the countless false paradises that people are caught up in at this very moment.

I heard a rapper talking about how he can get turkey any time so why should he care about having it today. HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! What has that got to do with Thanksgiving? I mean, yeah… lots of people will be eating turkey, but… man! I feel sorry for that guy. Somebody really switched his road signs around.

I’m not having turkey. I’m having heaping plates full of gratitude. I look at how beautiful it is. I savor each bite, knowing that the one responsible for all these blessings is enjoying them through me. I know… as I am eating… that this gratitude will become a part of me. One day, I will be nothing but gratitude… swimming in gratitude, like the dolphins riding the waves upon God’s Ocean of Love, because that is what they think it is, and thinking makes it so.

I am doing really well. Anyone would be if they had more blessings than they could count, and especially when gratitude is more important than keeping score, and rather than having things to be grateful for, I am grateful just to be grateful. Man! There’s nothing like it! The very sense of gratitude is a stamped passport to Heaven on Earth… wherever you may be. It’s said you can’t take it with you, but they are definitely not talking about what I am talking about, cause you can take it with you, and toss it… like iridescent rose petals… of everlasting wonder… to every side of you as you pass by. Ain’t Love grand? It wouldn’t be without gratitude.

Dear God! Please… let as many people as are able… feel the degrees of gratitude that I feel today. Hallelujah, Lord!!! It really cannot be put into words, and…

…one last thing, and…

… yet another thing. Do you think this lady is grateful?

End Transmission…….

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