This video is a significantly revised version of one originally entitled “He’s Markin’ the Pitter of the Universe”, posted in February 2022.
We Are Their Advocates
photos by Donny
Let’s warm up. You can begin to give it to her, a complete handling. Will someone tell me what that means, include her in the podcast? She’s a dog. What can she do? She just lays there. Start handling her softly, speaking to her like she’ll get offended if you don’t. There’s a dog aware of its human being. She’s so soft with herself. She’s good at play. Thirty seconds Rottweiler takes over. Captain America has the solution snap his fingers. Now that’s a brain dog. Where is this visible taking her for a walk? It’s nowhere apparent. You haven’t reached inside her yet. You gotta make that connection. That’s the tricky part. I don’t know how to accomplish this. With a whole lot of gentle persuasive love. You gotta get in those eyes. They’re for sell. She loves to look at people. She’s aware of her surroundings like a slightly human child. It’s wonderful. She dotes on you. She loves your hand. You know how to rub a dog. You get into it. You bond with her. She feels goosebumps inside. You’re her parental figure, and she loves you so much. Everything comes from your hand. She knows what you mean to her. Are you crazy on your trip you get to fly a plane? She knows she’s special to you. She sees you as her partner, her Spirit. [spoken in Nitish’s voice] She has divine feelings for you. They’re awesome. She noses you around in big Rottweiler gulps. She takes in your life force like it’s food. There’s an exchange rate. You eat hers like it’s the story of the day. You’re special to each other. She knows she’s got your love. She gets into yah.
Dude. [vision of Lisa hunched down in the field where we walk the dogs a long ways off from us, her hind legs much taller than normal, deformed actually, and she was looking at us but not responding] Lisa! Lisa’s tarrying. She can be found across. We entered on Lisa. This is dog patch. We need to find her/get over her. [phrases spoken simultaneously] How do we rescue? How do we take her time upon us? We have to look for her. We’re counting sheep. We just sit there and stare. I think she’s gonna take a military parade. You can’t do anything that loses life force. Lisa’s a moment of concentration. Include her in your sadhana concentration. You have to look for her everywhere. You do this till you find her. I don’t think you’re far from her. You keep her in your sights. Go find her. She’s a trade away. We have to come terms with our sweetheart beyond the edges of life. Are we seeing things that’s not there? I’d rule. I’d run. Come on let’s get this show on the road. I hope I have every way to show you this to chef. You’re ill-prepared for it. It leads you along. Shall we say it opens doors? It’s a call to captain. Where is that meditative moon? Stoned, nippity’s found her. We’ve branded a dog. No, we haven’t stamped our hoof on her. It’s her human we’re worried about. We’ve calculated her to express this, not in terms of consciousness, in terms of inner being. The consciousness rides along. It’s got a lot of catching up to do. We’re changing consciousness.
That dog’s a swirl, the Luna that’s a Lisa beginner. It’s our purpose with her, any dog that’s soul arrived. Lisa accomplished this before she died. Luna is great in her shoes. We’re babying her. She gets the special treatment. It’s her head we want her to follow, nice and human. She came to us a miracle. Lisa died on social media. Immediately somebody gave us a dog, a baby Rottweiler. A great confusion started. Someone in the house kept her for himself on one of the lower floors. We fought. I saw the dog in vision several times a day. They kept her locked away. Sunshine she was. They knew I wanted her. They knew she was for me. I knew she’d be mine. She’s soul prepared. Then the day came they let her out of the room. There was no question she was my dog. I had seen in vision the day she’d come. Her days she came with me. Soon they stopped getting her at night. This was my joy. That dog was my special angel. Still is. We trust her. A little baby rides on her back and pulls on her ears. She has Nitish in her paws. That love’s a spectacle to see. She’s the special dog in the room, and everybody knows it. She’s part of my intelligence. I’ve ego-bonded with her. Dog is wonderful for that. Love bonds us closeness all day long. She’s up against me now. To pet her is a thrill. I have such joy seeing her. She’s like my little boy. This is absolutely free and clear. No zoo feelings crowd my day. She’s a wonderful device. No one sees this potential in dogs. Want a puppy grow up, and a child has arrived no hassle. There’s a child; you’re learnin’ to love children without offense. You learn what normal people feel with children. Those parts are left alone. They’re kinda gross, aren’t they? You even learn how to give baths: okay I’ll do it. Now that boy beside me, and his breaths are a rhythm on me now, sleeping Nitish, I take him to dog. You, see the relationship. Great teachers dogs are, like Rottweiler size and demeanor. You have to special them, or they bite, raise them like a human child, with a whole lotta love and attention. Peekaboo you little furry thing. Can I just drown you in sweetness? I love my dog. You’re angry about it, if you’re an outsider to dog, or slightly amused, What’s this stuff? Yeah I know, they only last as long as a child does. That’s written into the picture. You see it? Let’s go agree with boys: a dog is your best friend. Thank you dog.
Okay I’m buildin’ bridges and puttin’ Luna on one on my mountain. We’re catering her to human, bringing her forth. She’ll cross over into humanity next. It’s where souls bring dogs, and you thought it must be monkeys that take that next leap into human terms from reincarnation’s bounds. Dogs and cats sit with us and learn human. Can I reveal this on earth? We’re a dog depository to bring that forth. We know what’s at stake. We teach them human, but we don’t dress them in clothes and give them bottles to wear. That’s ridiculous. We don’t fry their brains with all that silly stuff. This is mean. We let them be dogs still. Their humanity’s an inner release we pick up on through dream and vision. It’s not something you decide to do. You watch the process happen where soul and divine guide you. It’s not something you make up. We’re there. We opt with her and just reveling in her dog. Oh we love her. We’re a way station for dogs that’s got this goin’. Of course we have a house full of dogs, and they all sleep in the bed, roam the house like children, and we do love them like they’re our kids. I will put up with you only so far as you’re dog. No, I think everybody gets that special treatment, kids most of all. I’m holdin’ one now as he’s sleepin’, and here comes the dawn. I love this little boy. It’s mind expanding. We’ll chariot dogs to their drive human. This is our work with them. This is what we do. It’s soul arranged, and you don’t pick them out of a litter. It happens on its own until you see it. You don’t bring dog into the room. You don’t even know he’s there. You get a soul revelation. That’s how it’s done. Can you grasp that? One day we’ll be masters at this, and what dogs will arise and what human. Meanwhile let’s find Lisa and take Luna by the hand and bring her over to us. I’m showin’ you that happenin’. It’s happened all along. We just didn’t see it. Soul evolution, it’s not a Darwinian thing. We created dog for this as we got more sophisticated, so they’d take on our role, and our species would be spared from evolution’s gamble. Primitive man didn’t know this. They didn’t. What a surprise dog in hand. It manifested from soul ground, the real push behind the world, and we’re lettin’ it happen where we live. Dog and boy get some good clothes, you know?
Luna gives us her view. I’m hip. Can’t take it out. You remind me now of the leaves on the tree. I don’t care. You know how chamber work. You fill it when you’re in there. When you’re comin’, you’re not too concerned about it. Excuse me sir, no way does the city reopen. I’m inclined to believe that. I just keep goin’ dog. Let me relieve that. I’m all about the bound today, kitchen sink. Mind wear a popsicle. Mind wear constantly reoccurring thought: I’m listenin’ to yah. The rise of dog, such good tidings. Now can we title this? We have correct terms. Down the beaches. We have an attachment mule. You’re just in the way. Too much affection brings fear. You’re hands are here: never lose her. Well I have a question. Is attachment always the end result of love, avoid it by backing off physical intimacy? What high Heaven you from? I wanna pet my dog. I need this and not just for affection. This was divinely arranged. I wanna talk to the divine that arranged that, not the aloof mule. The thicket, it’s in the house of thought. Grab thought by the horns. Don’t let the people go I am to confront. When you pet them your hands reinforce this. We steal Douglas alright. You guys never touch, or once in a blue moon. With Lisa, you can’t touch her, but the attachment burns you all day long. What Rottweiler eating in your mind I love that dog, I love that dog? Can we not love our dogs? You’re just not the formula to bring peace on earth. The mom packet, would they love their children? What do we do here? Do I go at room daddy? [spoken in Nitish’s voice] Take the boy skiing. Let your hands tell ‘im you love ‘im, and keep your hands free of life force by grasping him right. Don’t eat on him. You’re giving him affection. You can so easily confuse that. There’s a free and clear feeling in your brain. You’re not holdin’ your attachment. This is not a possessive article. You pet you free. They need it not you, and we’re comin’ along here to the bowels of enlightenment. You don’t grab the world as sustenance, either in your mind or in your hands. You can love dearly and not consume the other’s love. We’re calling on you to be aloof in your mind’s eye. You study God. You’re pettin’ Him. That dog is just the occasion. Now call Lisa in your mind, and you’re not calling her for your sakes. She’s bound and needs your help. Your attachment has hurt her, and you need to let go, all the while feeling her. She’s God’s child. Now can we get this straight? It’s an attitude you hold in your mind so the vital doesn’t eat, and you don’t breed attachment. This is the integral healing. This is the mainstay. Take these ingredients and go to darshan with that little boy, holding him in God’s love. [November 24th, Day of Victory] Study enlightenment, and all dogs get this special treatment. We’ve solved the moon with flesh on earth, and it feels good, doesn’t it? That’s a pretty ugly kid, need to help ‘em growin’ up. We don’t just let street dogs loose. Can we not kill them either? A facility in the neighborhood that helps them just makin’ rounds. Can every neighborhood grasp one? Take this one and spay it, that one and neuter it. That’s every street dog in the neighborhood, and we let them live in the neighborhood until they die out. We’d feed them care for them. The street’s their neighborhood, not the facility, but the hospital’s there. The one that bite, we can’t let them do that, and some just have eyes for humans. We’d adopt those. Can we get along? We can sure help street dogs. Today at 1 o’clock we have 36 minutes. That is the one to throw out the dog. I don’t think so. He cares about people. We’re friends for eight hours, as long as I’m working there, my whole shift. Panic extra, the second half, we don’t school children. This is a facility for dogs. It’s not a language lab. They visit, I mean some kids. It’s not their job to take care of the dogs. [vision of Nitish in such a facility, laying on his side crying, focus on the side of his head] For those wannabes, they can have some chores there. We need this vet to come in daily for the program. They’re there to take care of the program. They’re there to treat dogs, the strays of the neighborhood, not the pets of the people there, else they lose their time at one facility. We gotta thang goin’. It’s a hop, skip, and a jump away from a small warehouse. It doesn’t dispense medicine. See your local vet for that. We’ve got kids who clean the place. Oh do we? Those wannabes. They wanna be somebody who takes care of dogs. They’re not punished in the sun. They help out around the place. They don’t have the shoe capacity to be regular employees or run the place. I think the dog lovers here are professionals. It’s their occupation, and they get paid well, and they get scheduled right. No 12 hour work week, I mean days. Regular time off. This is all part of the plan of the functioning society we have to put together. We are on our way. You’re up on that roof, tryin’ to fly this thing. Good doctor it works. I’m mean we get goin’. You can’t get ‘em out this room. They’re a vision bundle. I’m about process and tardiness. I see in vision I give the world to care. I grapple with this everyday. You hear me speak, and these are not my words. They come from afar, spiritual vision. I’m not the author of these programs. I don’t choose what to speak. It comes upon me. It’s on me now. What flavor is this? I want to become the world everybody sees and every freedom in there. I want to hope guide you so that we all become better people. And you see this vision’s for me. I change the world on my terms, as I see the visions. The visions come through me. They deal with my stuff in world terms. I’m their lawyer. I could be a better vision. I could do a better vision, and here I am improve. On with the show.
There’s a large program we need to see immediately. Do we do somethin’ here? I felt hands press me awake. [vision of this line in the middle of a page, typed, and it sounded in voice loudly] What is the soul of Halloween? Your Rottweiler on the other side. We see the dead, and we watch them die. They grotesque in transitioning. Donny do you see this? We come together on purpose. We have to bring your Rottweiler to clover, the place of paradise. That’s her transitioning now. She’s a visual leftover. I see her the way she’s dead. This is not nice to look at. You can’t always say she’s Rottweiler. She gets all mixed up. Isn’t that the form of dog? In gross overlays. She’s morphin’ into her death form. We can’t see her, and it’s a clear certain form to look at. She’s dead. I don’t know how to look at her— strange form. She comes up to you all the time in the image of dream. I don’t think you grasp her yet. You’re lookin’ for her. I don’t know how we come together. We just keep tryin’. It’s okay, she sees you. Then why can’t we open to each other? This is comin’. You must continue. I have so many questions about her state. I wanna know if she’s cared for. She’s a little dog. I think she gets a warm hand sometimes. She’s met some kind souls. She’s comin’ for you. It’s just a matter of time. Keep her in your sights. She’s comin’. Okay I’ve said my piece on the division of dogs, the real live orchestra. It’s a different kind of dog we humanize. It’s not an arbitrary every one. You can see their self-awareness. It’s not the way they lick themselves. They’re lookin’ at the world they’re so aware of their place in it, and that smarts. Their dog day has begun, and they know there’s more to it than that.
A Flavor Drop the Gun
Reality sucks— someone who has not been initiated into the mysteries, the world’s suckless stuff. There is just so much to reality. It’s not slow motion. It’s got things on it. A dog licking your feet can be paradise leanin’ down on yah, the boy snuggled up to you a ballon of how the Earth feels in sun’s arms, the writing of a poem the feelings of the universe taking note it’s good to be alive. Shut up, I don’t trust you/believe you. [phrases spoken simultaneously] Reality sucks, doesn’t it? I was in his pencil box. I think that’s the only thing you look at. Walt Disney, can we say he had fingers? Of course he did. He just didn’t put ‘em in his movies. He wasn’t concerned with reality. Now where do we look at to be true? This is a strange one: I’m molten lava; I make the world a better place. This man’s sexual sins, his penis as it looks at children, Krakatoa. My God the music in this program, it sets the world straight. Read a few poems and see. Can we heal pedophilia? Can we change the world? I hold you accountable on this blog! I’ve pulled down my social media pants and given you something to think about. Where does reality lie with us? It’s bigger than sin, our existence. I call you on your shots. You take the world and make it a paper-mâché. You take a black kidney and throw it away. You don’t know how to face reality. I’m on your gun. You just squeeze people, take them in the social room and make them comply. You are not concerned with what works better or what works best. You want people to believe you/obey you. [phrases spoken simultaneously] You think I’m talking to a police officer’s gavel, or the lawmakers. Can we address society? Blog reader, don’t get angry, but you’re the society I’m talking to. And you thought Big Brother’s a government. Flag my blog. Bring us to the border with this. This is terrible. Nobody’s ever a piece of paper. We are living, breathing, human beings, each trying to make sense out of life. I’ve taken my disorder and done just that. I’ve gotten at the world that way. I’ve figured out things, taking my penis as a flashlight. Tell me that’s not the quick of our social selves, the genital stick up. It brings heart matters to bear. It lollipops the whole world. It gets us clean, if you dare to shine God with it. Am I making you sorry you’re such principle ass keepers? I can show you how to be human, and you don’t rob anyone of their meaning in time. You only rob meaning to rob meaning. This is America. We look down the gun at pedophiles, and my don’t the world believe us? We don’t care how spiritual you. You have no right to say anything. I don’t think you know the Apostle Paul, for surely if you’re not Christian, you’ve been raised in a Christian country. How many Christians did he kill, before he outshined Jesus as the principle Bible teller? Would if he killed children? You know I’m talkin’ executions. Now tell me I’m dirt, and redemption’s impossible. I think you killed Jesus. Wasn’t he a victim of sexual sin? And they shot him for it. I’m sorry I don’t believe in your goodness, in your virtue. I think you’re just as mean as me, when I held a boy down and ruined his life, and he cried. What did I say? How detached from reality I was. I couldn’t feel his pain. I’ve wanted to apologize. You don’t know where we have to go to heal this thing called human. We have to get down into the blood, into those spaces where we are cut off from one another, where human doesn’t fit, animal reigns. Somehow we have to transform those moments. How to bring people there? We have to get down into humanity’s stuff. And do we do that with Hitler killing Jews? It’s an example we wear to try to stop this among us. How many Jews say that? Where are Jews today? Still under the gun. You don’t want them there, and you want to protect children, and you want no more atrocities. Am I right? Where do we go? I’m showin’ yah. Will you just listen and not shoot. Will you be there for me too? It’s a reality seer, the direction of our travel. Will you see that? Will you know it’s there? Survivalist, I’m so sorry I failed the test. You don’t know what I’m doin’. You just think I’m a piece of paper. I’m taking my very life and placing it in your hands. I’m obeying God. I can’t get any bigger than that. I have the greater love. I’m not sorry for it/ashamed of it. [phrases spoken simultaneously] It’s not a box office hit. I think you’ll shoot me for it, but I’ve given you the formula for world change. This poem is just the beginning. Have you seen it yet? There is no one we cut off from humanity if you don’t want anyone cut off from their humanity. I can’t say this loud enough. I need you to see reason and the purpose of Jesus, come to terms with your humanity. It’s a rising sun. It doesn’t hurt people that wipe away guns from your eyes. It stays away from harm altogether, if it can help it. Can I reach you? Can this just be the two of us sharin’ bread? I’ve put my life on the line. Is that worth nothing, the sacrifice? I got this house full of living people inside, and I love them all. I’m a house keeper, and I field house. It’s my primary reality, where I spend the most of my time. They don’t know I’m under the gun. I don’t defeat them. I’m their Santa Claus, and a whole handful are dogs. They are so innocent. What are you going to do with that, tear out everybody’s hearts there? I want you to know the people you kill, if you should surrender to armed impulse to uphold a reality you don’t live up to. Now I continue with my life, even if you don’t mercy me. I do not know what God has in store, but I think Jesus died on the cross so I don’t have to. Tell me you only feel outrage. Tell me that’s all you feel. You’re alarmed over me. I don’t think you’ve gauged a piece of paper correctly. I am not the danger one here. You are the gun. You are not lawlessness. You’re something worse. The force of good in law you turn to slay. I haven’t had a chance to say this: how we doin’? If I just spit on you, feeding time. I really wanna make you happy with yourself. I want to show you goodness that does not kill. I want to hold your hand and give you a reality that doesn’t suck. Open up to the depths of life. Get out of right and wrong. We’re up there in the sky in splendid love. Can you meet me there? Can you come to my garden? I’ve planted so many roses for you. Read each one. Hi Luna. Are we nuts? Hi Lisa. My Rottweilers I’m showin’ yah. I’m in the way with them. They finish me off. I am so in love with them it hurts. I worry over their human. It’s my job with them. I’m bringing them to us. I think some know of the possibility. There, I hold a boy’s hand in a Rottweiler’s fur. It’s such a clean love. All that beauty, I don’t need to take it and eat it. Regal a Rottweiler is, standoffish in Time’s Square, but I can get into some lovin’, you know? This change, a boy is glad and bears it. He doesn’t have to hold himself there a freight train. He gets that good love a Rottweiler gives, and they just steal your heart. No here Luke, follow Us. This is brain, the trail towards enlightenment, come boy. [heard sung, my voice and guitar] What does the red line mean? That fundamental safety line, no one violates. What tempered glass is the horse driven? We actually go to spiritual enlightenment. You grow out me. But how? Run in the house the consciousness of Christ child. I thought about it. Know, a national thought a ride. And it is a blessing isn’t it. Until it becomes the official record, some Disney Land that you’ve come out with in the world, that will be your attack point this is reality bliss. Now tell me again you’re America land of the free. Fort Myers Beach, is it the origins of a better society? A beautiful place, thank you for the sun golden.
The Dream Company episode 16
About which live squares podcast, a heavy metal band, the systemized self, incredibly romantic, a space odyssey, the pressure in the room, the thing in the room. How do they hit their faces? Incredibly honest— let’s just pull our pants down and show everybody, shall we? Nobody’s discovered it yet. It’s only a matter of time. It’s comin’. It’s on the way. Everybody dreams, whether you want to or not. Interpret your dreams, that’s how you learn how, pullin’ your ears up to their podcast. Tennis anyone?
Midhun starts the episode with a vision where Donny was his ‘blue friend.’ Then Douglas’ shares a dream related to female genital mutilation. Next Nithish shares a dream where he had more contact with our deceased Rottweiler Lisa. Afterwards, Donny shares a dream where he experiences a powerful one-pointed aspiration for spiritual transformation. Lastly, Nithish shares a dream where he was Spider-Man.
Here are links Douglas said he’d include that give examples of our shared field of consciousness:
“Picking Up on the Stanly Cup”
The Dream Company episode 5
First, Nithish had a dream that symbolically showed aggression displayed by our Rottweiler Luna in waking life. Then, Lydia shares a dream about the status of Sophie, a Shih Tzu that was given to her to take care of nurse back to health before the owner reclaimed the dog. After that Douglas recounts a dream where a friend of his appeared as a ‘personal’ symbol representing equanimity. Next, Donny presents a dream that he feels showed some viewers reactions to a recent video he made and posted on Nithish’s Youtube channel.
A podcast of practical demonstrations of dream interpretation given by a four-member dream group in India that has been together for many years. We show how to interpret dreams, using the same method mother nature uses in giving us our dreams: wider than the world, as flexible as a snake, as irrational as the path of the wind, as unorthodox as God on Earth, and as natural as the soul of things. Join us.
(Every Friday or thereabouts we post a new episode, whether we announce it here on our blog or not.)
The Cool Rictus on Laugh’s Face
Sometimes there are only things between me and God worth sharing.
Where your dog died of parvo,
the depth you have gained,
the outlook on life,
brings worlds to you.
Bring this home to you.
Death has taken my faith in You.
Little Rascal screamed.
Can I sum up that scream?
I’m in agony.
Is this what it means to live/love? [words spoken simultaneously]
Is there death the only hope?
What wisdom is this,
to kill a puppy?
My muse will testify to the lies
of the supposed help.
Could I not be counseled,
warned of the lies being told?
You remained silent,
letting them use Your voice.
Even now I’m brahmachari,
and that makes no difference.
What are You trying to prove?
What more do You want from me?
I don’t understand Your cruelty.
What’s it for?
Are You just urgent business,
heedless of the lives You topple?
Do little puppies matter?
And what about our dogs?
Do You just kill them to gain our obedience,
drag out their agony for days?
How are you different from the devils you fight?
How are you different from man?
Would you believe I’m real?
And I have rent the veil
between You and the Earth,
and we are expendable in Your work.
Pain and blood,
is that the base with which You make worlds,
so that Your world may never fall?
What occasion is this,
to throw our children away,
to make them suffer so?
And do You have a babysitter
to make sure You see us as more than pawns on a field?
when You look at us
please I beg you Joseph Smith.
Now Sri Aurobindo,
you’re taking him,
to build Your sternness on life’s open base.
Can the likes of me stop You?
Compassion, oh my master compassion
build this world with Thee.
Can You hear me?
I’ll wait and see.
Booster over, you know.
No need to tell people about our caring experience,
but to save a life is to change destiny,
and there was a lot
little Rascal carried.
Why didn’t You tell me?
Hitted it like this:
death could not even be admitted.
We listen to you.
You know I feed her sometimes.
Can you get bigger than all these objects you’re taking care of?
You’re so in with them you’re missing Me.
I’m real, you know.
through the strongest hold ever
on the United States military.
All this is not going to matter.
I just forget about it
when Daddy holds me softly awake.
Well I heard it,
didn’t gamble this in my mind,
and I speak to the divine in my room,
and know that I know that they’re there.
Now where do we begin?
Maybe you oughta brush your teeth.
You pick a folder and
be a little unkind.
It’s your care-body too.
Now give it attention.
This is Earth business,
keeping the higher ground.
Unbelievable the pain on this Earth,
and even God partakes in,
or stands aloof while we die
in more pain than we can bear.
Can we remedy this?
No God no,
don’t use our pain as Your weapon
to bend us to Your will.
I know I’m speaking out of line.
Would You say it differently?
I had to go file on me.
As much as God’s right there holding your hand,
why would you want to be an instrument of the divine?
You get no rewards.
You just get solemn looks.
Nobody knows how to handle you.
You talk about the untalked,
and the most liberal person in the room
just wants you to shut up.
You open doors
that people can’t see,
and they think you’re the dumber for it.
Why does life matter?
If it didn’t I wouldn’t talk to you.
Do you hear me?
I’ve mentioned what can’t be taught.
This is the part of God no one understands.
Do you know God?
Did you know He grows?
And it is precisely here it is needed.
I put it back in sync.
I don’t deny God.
I just want Him to grow
to be better than God.
He can see the sufferin’.
And don’t punish the little ones
for its innocence in climbing life.
Let every motion picture
take no puppy down into hell
I ask of you God.