Learning Compassion: Build That Wall!

There is no compassion in having no borders. no compassion in delivering those of your own to the chances of dark fate.  To call this compassion is an abominable gaslighting and propaganda, it is treachery, it is treason.  Those who will tell you all about "safe space" and "intrusion" want to open not only the southern border with Mexico to unlimited illegal millions, including every hard criminal component - or disease - with it, they want to see this throughout the West, they want to see this in Europe.

Self-loathing is NOT compassion, self-hatred is the antithesis of loving one's neighbor, let alone a stranger.  When this artificial guilt-trip and self-loathing is "justified" through a deeply narcissistic overlay, it needs to be called out, confronted, exposed - and disposed of.

No compassion there for victims of Islam, of FGM or "honor"-killings, of terror founded on Islam and on the inherently Muslim identity with the same - rather, "solidarity" with the hijab instead of with those risking life and limb by rejecting just that!

The above screenshot is of a German-language "Women's Illustrated", instructing its female readers in how to treat knife wounds!  Rather than instruct Merkel in how to close the goddamned borders which she threw wide open to all the knife attacks perpetrated exclusively by her imported (and third-generation) representatives of Muslim-supremacy let loose upon the native German population since at least September 2015 - particularly women, as cynically evidenced by this disgusting article - it's the victims and would-be (or will-be) female victims who should leaf through this cute article and inform themselves how to possibly survive Merkel's disastrously misogynist and auto-racist policies.  No compassion there.

Merkel will not build any walls, she will never close the border.  She is a cold, clammy, sociopathic bitch who is living proof that "women" are not automatically "better suited" in positions of power than their (hated) male counterparts.  Trump knows the value of borders and of a Wall.  He knows the urgency of control of that southern border with Mexico.  He knows that not only heavy drug and weapons trafficking, and human trafficking, and paedo-trafficking, are the order of the day coming through by every illegal and unvetted means - he also recognizes and directly addresses the factual presence of an infiltrating MS13 with all its limitless brutality (comparable only to IS itself but without the promise of "paradise").  He also knows that Chinese elements of criminal disruption and that IS jihadis themselves are all finding easy access through those very "caravans" which the Democrats and the "Liberal" press and Soros' NGOS exploit and instrumentalize, for pulling on the "heart-strings" of a gullible American public stuck in complete and complicit denial (whether out of Helper- or Stockholm-Syndrome or both).

What passes for "compassion" is nothing less than a perniciously dark "feminist"-misogyny in the full bloom of a rotting bouquet of dead flowers, presented with a mentally deranged grin to a brainwashed and dumbed-down public already being groomed in the group-think of Socialism.

Real COMPASSION would be to build that Wall, REAL compassion would be to close those borders to Germany and to Sweden - to Europe and to every Western nation, from the U.S. to Canada to the UK to the Continent to Australia and "NewZeal"-Land.  Pronouncing illegal and unvetted mass-immigration as "legal", does not make this unconstitutional and dictatorial action legal, nor render every individual who can merely pronounce the word "asylum" in German as "legitimate", legitimate - it is all illegal, it is all steamrolling the native population into passivity, the passivity of hopeless resignation or of acclimatization, or of completely broken-willed surrender and complicance.  Led and exemplified by the worst traitors to their own people, to their own flock, to their own culture, to their own women and children, to their own souls and conscience.  When the demonic clothes itself in "compassion", it makes for a clever sell to the gullible.  But the shoe is wearing thin.

 

Wakeful Resistance is and will remain urgently required, come what may, and no matter what measures are used - as they already in fact are, with more soon to be in place, more brutal, more draconic, more global-socialist fascistic - in order to remain clear, to remain defiant, and to be prepared for war.

For it will come, it will come.

Meanwhile, my humble advice is this:  Learn compassion - and build that Wall.

Those Who Are Awake

There is a morning call to prayer in "The-Religion-Of-Peace" toward every Muslim,
and there is a mourning call to action for those who are awake concerning them.
For those who are awake are not the ones dividing humanity into "acceptable" or not,
but rather the supremacist assertions of Qur'an, Hadith, Sunna, Shari'a, and Jihad.
Those who are awake may counter absurd accusations with absurd reflections,
of "Islamophobic" with "Kafirophobic" or "Islamophile" - to gage the reactions.
But more important still, is undistracted attention on being awake, staying awake.
Even friends may leave, or at least stop visiting.  Pressure to stop, or to fake,
gentle, soft or solid pressure, social or official pressure, media's manipulations
reassure and reassure, contradictions stir, dumbing-down desired for elite's machinations.

Those who are awake owe themselves the honesty, the respect and sovereignty
to think and reflect, include or reject, independent of the stream of the majority.
They owe this to their spouses, partners, children, and what loved ones look to them
for the one sign of integrity in the grave and testing time ahead, not far, that time.
Those awake will learn to feed their wakefulness, strengthen nerves, straighten spines,
give time to prayer, defense and meditation, inform oneself and others, read the signs.
To stand reverently firm and say yes when yes is required, and no when it's no -
this is how those awake recognize and see, the objective compassion to know
where the Zeitgeist is heading and how to respond with courage and faith.
Those who are awake are indifferent to being jeered, cheered or falling from grace.

For only those awake know really what's at stake.

Dante And Deutschland

I'm no Dante.  I asked my LORD, the All-Loving:
how shall the "Vanguard of The-Religion-Of-Peace"
be dealt with, how shall these and their like - and how
shall their apologists and their appeasers -  be punished?

My LORD said only, "Think bout it."

And a Realm of Cognizance opened before me,
neither visual nor full of any tangible descriptions -
but a manifest tone of stunning clarity,
and a cutting directness.
No cinematic tour of various applied damnations,
no executions, no trial by torture, no blood-letting,
no fires nor tar nor oil, no sentencings - but the uncompromising
Consequence of their own making.

My LORD's Compassion showed its wrathful countenance:
the chambers of their own hearts were flung open:
jihadis and Caliphate planners, wherever shari'a holds sway
in all its entrenched cruelty; wherever the elite among us all gorge
and indulge their pedophile taste for dark power and influence.

And my senses were overwhelmed beyond word or image.

The unrelenting pain and suffering and trauma
of every captive child, of every boy or girl, of every woman, at their hands;
the horrors of amputations and ritual slaughter, of crucifixions, of beheadings,
of rapes and gang rapes, of abuse and of terror - all this most unbearable
pain shall they within themselves be made to bear, the full cruel load
of that burden upon their own psyches, their own dead hearts,
down to their own very marrow - and not physically so, but worse:
like an itch one cannot reach to scratch, untraceable!

Nowhere to turn, nowhere to avoid it, for it will manifest with a vengeance
within and upon themselves.  What they have done or abetted.

I asked, will this be here and now in this lifetime, or is it some "eternal thing"?

My LORD replied, "Were it but so, in this lifetime!  They would not withstand a moment!
But I Alone am Eternal, not this - yet it will be for them as an 'eternity', their dark psyches
will carry this consequence without a break, until they are cleansed of it once and for all."

But the "Gutmenschen" will say, what an evil vision I am spinning here, I must be "sick", I asked.

My LORD said only, "They will have a most unpleasant awakening, each in his own time."

Getting Impermanence

Of course we really know that nothing is permanent, and it is in our
altogether human nature to resist it, to fight knowing it, and in a certain sense
this is understandable and even healthy.

What is understandable in it is that by our grasping we delude ourselves
out of a primal fear of losing what we are identified with, having not tasted
our basic nature - or better, having forgotten the taste of it.

What is healthy and quite sane however, is the demonstration in this
of concentration of our own creative and constructive will and activity toward
making something manifest and holding that in place.

This shows responsibility, maturity, a will to develop and to benefit oneself
and others, one's environment.  That, even knowing, acknowledging that
anything is existentially impermanent, one gives all human effort of mind,
of body, of nerve, of heart and soul to create and to hold.

When "the impermanence of all things" gets sifted through the filter
of lazy egos which have merely ridden on the gravy trains of those
who've worked and striven and left something solid, one sees an attitude
of ingratitude, of complacency, of indifference, of narcissistic demands
full of excuses for everything but one's own responsibility:  one sees "SJWs"...

Or laid-back (passive-aggressive) "anti-materialists"  full of moralisms
and without morals, exhoritng and cajoling with more "demands" than
their pens can catch up with.  No, pens would be inaccurate:  for the very
Twitter and I-Phone culture of this time speaks of even the spoken word,
the written or printed idea, as being of no permanence, and in this is meant:
of no importance, of "no matter"...showing no character.

This is not Right Thinking, to which the real dharmic instructions on impermanence belong.
One who is clear about impermanence is apt to appreciate things for what they are in all their native beauty, rather than to go out to destroy them.
One who is clear about impermanence knows that a rose always grows and then goes,
that it withers and dies on its own - one needn't trample the rosebed for that,
in order to lay waste and not even have a clue about developing
that same soil and producing something of equal or better or higher value.

One speaks of "capitalists," how attached they are to what they create,
edifices to their own monumental egos.  That may well be so, but they still create -
and as times move the creative impulse moves with it,
conscious of impermanence or not.

Fascism, socialism, communism - full of Four- and Five-Year-Plans,  controlling, controlling,
and presuming to usher in the next "utopia" with a Wall or a Camp or a Gulag or a Prison:
its wannabes stoning police, setting public and private property afire,
mobbing and exercising unbridled puerile psycho-terror -
for the express purpose of "demonstrating impermanence" and in so doing
merely vomiting forth their own total disregard for life itself.

One who really, but really, gets impermanence of all things treats all things
all the moreso with care and with dignity - and more importantly: all sentient
beings, that being: Human, animal, vegetation, the earth.
For if this life is impermanent, then it stands to reason, that compassion
must be real, awareness must be conscious, and every thing and every one
must be appreciated, natively and intimately.

Shedding Light

"Buddhist" is the popular self-identifier one often comes across
when encountering relativizing post-hippie pacifists who get by
with "live-and-let-live" so long as no actual aggression confronts them.

Buddhism however, is not relativistic in the least;
it certainly addresses relativity and all that is relative.
But it gives objective analysis and points toward truth.

Dharma could never have taught Right Action by relativizing.
The Compassion and Generosity of a Bodhisatva aren't atheistic,
they are void of ego, which by its very nature is loaded with relativity.

Karma is not even relative, and can be depended on to teach
responsibility to those who use the term to excuse their own passivity.
Keeping a faked "peace-of-mind" by philosophizing on others' suffering

because it's not viewed as one's own suffering, and therefore "their karma,"
is a refined form of sloth at best, and narcissistically arrogant to say the least.
To apply oneself as a Buddhist really, to relate to the Teaching, is work.

The path of a monk is not to escape this world, but to apply oneself
in perhaps less visible dimensions, to develop on the meta-level
all of one's spiritual potential, for karma is action, not inaction.

Right Action requires involvement without being sucked in.
This means meditation, contemplation, reflection, discipline, study;
it clearly doesn't mean hanging loose and being "non-judgemental".

Discrimination cuts through the relatives - there is light, there are hues;
they are each beautiful in characteristic, unique:  red is not blue, yellow not indigo.
Even white is not quite clear; the Clear Light of Dharma is absent of relatives.

All descriptions notwithstanding, its true nature is basic sanity.
To really shed light on the matter, the personality moved to accept the Path
is already motivated by that Clear Light; all other considerations are relative.

Flame of Kalachakra

A dizzying scream builds in me, nauseous with empathy
I focus and take refuge in the Great Compassion.
I offer all this, disciplined and compressed into that flame
steadily flickering from the oil candle before me:
never extinguished, bearing witness, burning karma.
All other flames here come and go, this one alone remains
all hours and all days.  Into it goes all devotion and all prayers, hymns, mantras.
The sickness in my gut gives way to an iron strength.
The whole world is held between my thumb and index finger tips,
like the string end to a balloon.  And all the Great Ones
are centered in my heart, as I breathe, as I breathe.

That flame is centered in my gut, containing sacred syllables,
it goes where I go.  Practice never ceases, love's duty is Dharma.
Flame is in time and out of time,
the wheel turns, and the wheels:
My age unites with the Ages, timeless - the unbearable is bearable.
Nothing is in my hands, and everything.

Dear Gutmensch Set Against Me:

I hear your words so unconvincing,
I merely view them in their place.
Behind them all, I'll tell you without wincing:
I hear Cowardice screaming in my face.

For all that's Islamic you've intransigent sympathy -
unconsciously Stockholm-Syndromatic:
For no non-Muslims, nor its victims, you've the least empathy -
For you that'd only be "Islamophobic."

Each makes a choice between the one or the other,
Defining plainly one's character and action:
Empathy or Comfort-zone, and frankly whether
You've even ever grasped real Compassion.

The Zeitgeist pulls and manipulates,
It draws you into its pernicious slumber.
You buy the dope daily, till it's too late:
Proving after all, you're just another number.

Discriminating Wisdom

There’s a sword in the hand of the Buddha,

The sword of Manjushri discriminates

Between Compassion and idiot-compassion.

There in the Land of Mahamudra

Where discriminating wisdom doesn’t hesitate

But cuts decisively conscious, free of passion.

Appeasement of ego and aggression holds no sway,

The responsibility of right action demands discrimination –

A foul word and pariah to Gutmensch and mainstream.

"We don’t want to discriminate!" one’s trained to say,

The conflict-avoiding love-and-lighters eschew any tension;

To discriminate between facts and taqiyya arouses their screams

To "shut up and fly straight" into the Abyss –

Never against the stream, the intolerance in their "tolerance,"

Multi-culti proving in the end but a gray mono-culti.

To differentiate between truth and fantasy, or peace and cowardice

Is the way of satyagraha – you take the chance

Of failing to communicate the wisdom in urgency

Of awakened action – not opinion or theory but seeing clearly –

The sword Christ said “I bring” is to cut through this sleep:

For the cult of compulsive conformity ushers in "The-Religion-Of-Peace."

The death of our cultural tapestry in the form of homogenized "diversity"

Heralding an end to think and to question – just keep

In mind while you still have one, the comfort of ignorance comes with a price.

"There Where Your Treasure Is ..."

I get taken for "ideological" when I tirelessly confront and expose ideologies to examination, in particular the most ideological – and dangerously so – of them all: "The-Religion-Of-Peace". I don't hold to any brand or form of "superiority" of persons – and you have this in Jews and in Christians (most particularly in America) and in some other religious designations. In “The-Religion-Of-Peace“ most dangerously so. It's the one common thread which appears to link them all under the apparent characteristic called "fundamentalism." The word has in it fundament and mental, so the problem is inherent, as spirit is not a mental exercise.

For this is at best a misnomer, as Jewish or Christian "fundamentalists" would do better to devote themselves to unconditional love as their own true fundament, which does not bespeak superiority. "The-Religion-Of-Peace" holds this fundamental supremacism in its very marrow. And not just theoretically but quite concretely and actively, as is obligatory, with force, coercion and deception inherently enjoined.

The guidance which I personally take as my rule is to love, serve and remember. And, to defend the defenseless, the innocent and truth. And not even the words, because then it's all concept again, or: "no-fun, just dumb-mental". I hold in image (not as cult but as devotion toward my fundament) those personal Beings who, embodying this, gave me this. If that makes me ideological – then only idiot-logically so.

"For there where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."

Let me share something with the reader, quite personally, to illustrate.

Back when I discovered my attraction toward healing, I'd made it my custom to approach lots of people, in lots of situations, from well-endowed to down-and-out, with towel and water and almond oil, to wash and massage their feet. In rooms, in parks, on the street, anyone and anywhere. Not once or twice, but over a long period. I was not on drugs. I preached nothing, I had no ideology and nothing to sell. I was internalizing and demonstrating John 13:1-17.

Shortly thereafter I began a 12-year period of development in a school pertaining to inner work and a demanding spiritual preparation. Everything that went on there, the invaluable teachings and the mickey-mouse which came with it, went toward a foundation of inner preparation for: now. There was a period where for two solid years running, without so much of a day's gap, we ran a Community Kitchen, serving lunch in an open place culled from entirely contributed food and foodstuffs from local supermarkets who could not use their surplus on any given day which were still fresh. The cost-free meal, prepared with love and sweat regardless of our other schedules and obligations, was made available to anyone who came. One did not have to be poor or transient. It was a coming together of anyone who came. And they came, and they ate. We were not on drugs, we preached nothing, we had no ideology and nothing to sell. The food was good.

While later living in San Francisco, that being 1985, I was often home-visiting caregiver to AIDs-stricken clients, among others. I had also at about this time opted to join the Army, something quite contrary to my concepts up to that point. I entered one domicile on Twin Peaks overlooking the City, to spend four scheduled nights with a guy whose stage of AIDS was as advanced as it gets. He sat woodenly in the livingroom as three friends of his partner created atmosphere over pinochle and chat. The partner was a very dear fellow who himself showed unmistakeable signs already of Karposi's-Sarcoma. I was immediately regarded as the ideologically homo-distanced hetero who's joining the Army to get more butch or something. This although they had nothing to actually go on. The client himself was in no position to speak but was still consicous of most of what passed around him. His partner expressed to me the client's wish, as a practicing Buddhist, to have the Tibetan Book of the Bardos read aloud to him, as is customary with those soon departing and after their departure. The partner was a bit overwhelmed with the task, and as I was already quite familiar with the book, its purpose and its use, I gladly relieved him of it.

For two nights running I read to my client from the preparation for dissimilation and the entering into the Bardos. The third night I showed, he was already laying on the bed and this was evidently it. Back then I did not work with aprons, gloves, masks; I just did the work I was there to do. We, his partner and I, laid ourselves on that bed on either side of this dying client. I to his right, his partner on the left. We each had our respective arm under his neck, as – leaning in to that sweaty, clammy, emaciated, decimated, wooden-stiff body as the person in it prepared for transition, with every unspoken fear or expectation or unfinished business – we two whispered together into each respective ear, the name Amitabha, the Buddha of Compassion, as is customary. Then he died, his breath going out as I was one sniff away from his cheek.

Left alone in that room at 2 a.m. with that body, I asked for a basin and such, and washed it, carefully, with dignity. When I left the room, my four day stint ended there with three – they all stood in the livingroom and received me into their embrace. We discussed amicably and in low tones about the deceased, much of it was not charming – but it was real. As real as physical care is and ideology is not.

"For there where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."