Dr. J.S. Chiappalone
Copyright 1998 (c) by J.S. Chiappalone
Printed and published 1998
by
Dr J S Chiappalone
P.O. Box 28
Malanda, Queensland,
Australia 4885.
Copyright: 1997 Dr J S Chiappalone
ISBN 0-9587319-2-7
CONTENTS
198 La Dolce Vita?
229 The Last Dream
Dedication
If truly you did survive
the purposeful profundity
of my Volumes One to Three
and declare thyself an earnest,
bold seeker of Truth to be,
thus of that very just Veracity
wanting ever now more,
I have no hesitation to thee
then, dear, dear aspirant,
to dedicate now this,
what I truly consider to be
a very perspicacious and lucid,
luminous, humorous, crisp
and compact Volume Four.
"My dear doctor Chiappalone,
author of so many poems and books
with a Gnostic point of view,
I wish to say that I am another
who thinks indeed quite a lot and
I also want to disagree with you,
Why, to me this is a world full
of beauty, and pleasure,
everywhere where one can go.
Look around you and this pleasure
unmistakably will show.
Are you being purposely pessimistic
in trying to convince us of your
particular point of view?
It appears you are narrow-minded
and have no real world clue
about how wonderful this life is,
with all the pristine pleasure
and how much it, in its greatness,
we ought to really treasure."
"Indeed it is not I who is myopic,
inquirer, rather it is you who are
living fraudulently in an illusion
which will give thee now, with fracturing
of the world, even greater confusion,
for this world you call of beauty
and of pleasure will dissipate, for it
is a poorly copied fraudulence,
a gross deception, and not a treasure.
Beauty to some extent is well within
the eye of the aspiring beholder,
but it is programming, evil and
malicious, which makes one sycophantic
and, for this system, a defender bolder.
In truth, the beauty is a sham,
as we will, in due course, see,
and any pleasure is at a price
paid tragically to Evil of necessity.
We can take any aspect of existence
on this plane and see that only
one who is truly anaesthetized
to miss the actual reality,
or else is totally insane,
can say that, from this life,
valid pleasure he can gain.
Take the pleasure of the warming sun,
within minutes now it burns you
like a bun and so many have skin
cancer as a devastating disease,
sun-baking is no longer a wise
practice that does please.
Food, so much a programmed pleasure
but indeed, most no longer, for
many reasons, do treasure.
More than 11% suffer food poisoning
in many ways, in and out, every year,
and that is certainly not a statistic
welcomed by anyone, nor cause to cheer.
With carcinogenics added to the food,
people, even without suspicion, rot,
if hepatitis and Mad Cow Disease
and many other ills they have not got.
Where is the pleasure now to know
that is the way most, out of the physical,
with untimely death will go?
Adulteration, contamination,
lack of adequate sanitation,
make even essential water a
very risky, dangerous drink,
and thus many in gloom with
disease all over the world sink.
Many side-effects from simply
living in this realm are horrible,
and excused away by the demons
and robots as something that must
be taken as a normal life.
But why do this nasty pain and
utter misery have to run rife,
especially if they contend this
is a life of so much pleasure,
which they vehemently state,
repeatedly, they so much respect
and, in its falsity, do treasure?
From the food and digestive process,
I see nothing of beauty, nor pleasure
do I see in death from unknown toxic
additives, allergies, or spliced genes,
nor even from cancer of the bowel,
nor from ubiquitous food poisoning,
nor from hepatitis and anaemias pernicious.
Of any who say all such unnecessary
diseases are pleasing I would be
indeed more than a little suspicious.
Why do I say unnecessary in this way?
Because things never should have been thus.
It is only because we are living
in the false Creation, in an evil Day.
When the likes of you talk about the
pleasure of love, you mean nothing
more than physical sex, for sure.
With all horrible diseases from
copulation I will not thee bore.
But you ought to know that more
than 50% of the world's population,
suffering from HIV-AIDS,
are in need of more than
just condoms and band-aids.
For those who caught the virus from sex,
in a few moments of stolen pleasure,
there is nothing in their plight,
in their deaths, they can treasure.
`Ha, but,' you will want to say,
`a nubile lass is beauty that one
can admire and longingly appreciate!'
But, I say, only if one accepts
totally the illusion and the mocking
depravity from purposeful falsity.
Mascara, false eyelashes, tinted hair
or a horse-tail wig, silicone breasts,
girdles and lipo-sucked hips
accompany artificially painted
face and brows and lips,
such that the beauty from this deception
is only in the desire of beholders
of the illusion to be fooled,
and, by the fatuous sex and procreation
act, by which they're sucked in and spooled.
And let us turn our attention to capitalism,
exploitative commercialism, no less,
euphemistically called prospering for some,
doing daily business in this busy world.
More than one person I know has been
cheated quite substantially and had
his hair pulled or greyed and curled,
by deceitful rotters one finds everywhere,
to saturation point, inspite of laws to stop them.
This situation an honest person cannot bear.
My opinion is that Diogenes must have died a lonely,
lonely man in his failure to find just one
whom he could call honest and had, against evil, won.
Where is the pleasure of being cheated everyday,
by the shop-keepers, the professionals, the tradesmen,
the vendors, who know to do just that in every way?
There is no fun in being the victim of dishonesty,
and the problem is really very big and out of control ,
for the thousands upon thousands of laws passed
are inadequate to deal with things properly.
Let us talk further of pleasure in this dimension.
Only one who is completely in denial of reality
would fail to see its absence in the things I mention.
So many live in poverty around the world, while a few
have hoarded riches they cannot possibly use,
that to tell these, of the starving throng, that their life
is made of great pleasure would be startling news.
And how do we measure the suffering of so many
languishing unjustly in jails? Is that pleasure?
Sado-masochism is a ploy of devilry.
Can you not, the satanic brutality in these
ever-increasing numbers of institutions see?
They are called rehabilitating and correctional
centres very hypocritically,
for in truth they are energy extraction centres,
for the evil system, where Evil teaches the many
tormented minds of innocent victims not Good, which
it can never do, for it has no Good to give,
but how to be even more deranged demonically
so that it assures its future harvest of energy.
Do you not think it is strange that so many of the
population are forever calling for more and more of
these horrible, horrible, iniquitous torture centres?
The reason for that is because the majority are evil
and no thought of True Love, of forgiveness, of true
rehabilitation, into their black hearts and closed,
bigoted, ignorant minds ever, in reality, enters.
If this truly was La Dolce Vita, they would sweeten
it even more for the misfortunates who are forced in
many ways to deviate from the righteous path, and
change conditions so that crime would decrease,
and conditions being so good, from temptations those
previously disadvantaged would desist.
But that will never happen, for the evil scoundrels,
who are the major part of the population, would then
not share in the nefarious energy feast
which they share with the sponsoring ghoul
of this all, none other than the demiurge,
Yahweh, Jehovah, Satan, the Fool, the Moloch Beast!
Is it pleasure that is felt by the 50,000 infants
who will die today from preventable causes?
Or is it, as I contend, an unjustifiable tragedy?
It seems to me you have never seen a child die or
its distraught parents struck by such evil, fatally.
What joy is there in unfaithfulness, in motor
accident deaths, in fatal drug overdoses, in rape?
We are nonchalant, almost oblivious to these things
until we are affected intimately, personally,
then pain, and not pleasure, in them we see.
And the suffering of war is something we truly all
should, if not programmed by evil, totally abhor.
Scarred for life are victims of such violence and they
live a nightmare when affected by bellicosity.
Only a fool would value such warring atrocity.
Scientific destruction is no more pleasurable than any
other form of mass destruction as I can see.
Look at how scientists have wrecked this world acting
as they have so uncaringly, so wantonly.
Lies and propaganda from whatever the source,
especially in the media, have added to our distress
and increased the mockery of life, of course.
What pleasure, pray, I ask, is there in the falsehood
of advertising and talk of a spurious brotherhood?
Religious rhetoric delivered constantly, so deceptively,
as religious hierarchies increase pain ubiquitously,
simply has confirmed the deceit of life earthly.
In them, pleasure, intelligibly, cannot be.
Add the hatefulness of racism, patriotism,
nationalism, and we have the recipe for friction
which leads everywhere to clashes
and deaths in tragically unnecessary,
evil-created, explosive, unresolving,
energy-rendering, for the Moloch, contradiction.
Who is having more fun according to you then,
the honest adult who is ripped off by the system in
every way, and for the privilege made unfairly to pay ,
or a child sexually molested, abused and not so gay?
What about the young and old victims of genocide,
from deadly war, from starvation forced to hide?
Who find more pleasure in their lives,
those blown up in South East Asia by landmines
or those having throats, as in Algeria, slit by knives?
What about indigenes on the globe everywhere ,
bullied by brutal police, and by rorting
politicians who for others give no care?
The increasing incidents of suicide in the elderly
and in desperate juveniles clearly tells me
they're not having fun at all.
Life for them, so stark, so bleak, is no
celebration; they are certainly not at a ball!
Many others to end their terror seek escapism
in drugs and overdose even, to leave this prison.
Others perversely engage in paedophilia as a must.
What pleasure has the raped child whose life is
reduced to prostitution or to a worth less than dust?
Those who seek fun in sport often practice murder
by killing animals instead of seeking peace further.
Only a demon would find perverse pleasure in seeing
lambs being torn apart by wolves, or penguins eaten
by sharks, or even seals ripped apart by bears.
Such visions are but destructive evil which the
hearts of any non-evil, loving beings tears.
O what a sham this life really is, with its pain,
its oppression, its tyranny, its fraudulent show.
This exposé has confirmed to my mind, more than
ever, it must not last, it all has to soon go.
Even if we picture a Western child playing in a
garden, joyfully its business wanting to mind,
we can see the toxic lead in the air, and the
microwave radiation around, to it being most unkind.
And what about the ubiquitous, unrelenting fear of
many things, in which most people live?
How much thought to that did you give?
Unless they understand from a Gnostic point of view
what this barbaric and very evil realm is all about,
They bury their fears and go into denial
as they feign happiness and from useless pursuits they
claim, like you, that wanted pleasure they rout.
Many are programmed, as if stoically, not to complain
as if, in the acceptance of their misery, there is gain,
but although they may say nothing openly,
they cannot always hide their psychic pain.
Indeed, the disguise of their fear is very poor,
for doctors and psychiatrists, psychologists
and other health workers cannot fit all the fearful
patients in their waiting rooms and close the door.
Most who attend are sick, not from physical illness ,
but from the effects of their known and unknown fear ,
and such a life they do not really hold all that dear.
And in those with physical illness, it was not
pleasure that I saw when I practised as, for example,
pleading eyes sought the nature of a breast lump and
begged for reassurance, from me, to them come near
so they could dispel the obvious deadly fear.
Many a serious diagnosis gave rise, in spiritually
unawakened minds, to the deadly Gloom of Doom,
and the fear reverberated in them like a boom,
shattering the illusion that their life was so well.
It was then, confronted by their inescapable mortality
that they revealed the pain and misery of this hell,
regardless of how previously they said pleasurably
in it, in their jobs, in their dishonesty, they did dwell.
When the pain, physical, emotional, psychic,
earnest health professionals now try to ease,
more often than not with time's inappropriateness
do they muddle and even increase iatrogenic disease
and this does not, the suffering patients, please.
Even when apparently perfectly physically well,
more and more now live with several secret keys
behind locked doors, to prevent unwanted entries.
Thieves everywhere threaten all, many other threats,
in every aspect of existence, do not please.
Why even rubbish tins are chained and padlocked,
in cities whose citizens' anguish cannot be blocked.
Psychosomatic diseases have increased explosively.
If this was a world of pleasure that would not be.
Antidepressants, tranquillizers, and mind-numbing
intoxicants are the best sellers in the world, for sure.
Can we say these victims of fearfulness are immersed
in a life of fulfilment and pleasure galore?
Of course not. They are wrecks with emotionalism in
the form of baggage which ruins their lives and for
20 years or so in practice I did see them.
I have seen the pain, I have seen the tears.
Many premature deaths result from untold fears.
I will admit there appear to be many who gain
perverse pleasure from the evils of this world
and from the unrelenting suffering of others.
Entertainment has taken a turn for much the worse
as with stupid, senseless violence actors rehearse,
or else stories are produced with distortions upon
distortions to camouflage this plane's ruse and curse.
Of ignorant, perverse profanity is it a measure
when fools describe this as a world of pleasure.
It is an evil-created torture chamber to be sure ,
and with innumerable more examples of exploitation
and iniquity against this evil system I could roar.
The Law of Inverse and Diminishing Returns seems
to operate alongside Murphy's Law efficiently.
Hence, whenever some gain is made initially,
many a recipient seems to be trapped nefariously,
by hubris, ego's self-aggrandizement or gluttony,
so that more and more does he, or she, seek of gain
in which less and less satisfied he, or she, will be.
Lust acts destructively in the exact same way
and many for its supposed pleasure tragically do pay.
We have all seen this often and see well
where greed destroys avaricious demons of hell.
Knowledge and its acquisition you would think could be
pursued freely, innocently, patiently, joyously ,
but really, the system will not even let that be.
Most of what is available is rhetorical absurdity
which one must repeat to gain a higher degree.
Other books like the Bible, the Koran, the Torah,
etc., which are protected by law in many places where
it is unwise and unlawfully dangerous to criticize,
are full of nonsense, myths, half-truths and lies.
The most popular books are purposefully salacious,
of soft pornography, pandering to appetites rapacious.
Or else they are of untruthful, so-called philosophy
which tell evil ones how good they are, and will be.
Naturally those of dark hearts soak up this sophistry
and increase their illusion and bury truth deceitfully.
And, as the last disappointment for all,
is it not the case that those whom we elect
to safeguard what little we have of social security
often turn out to be the very vultures who rort
the system most and treat us all despicably?
I am referring to none other than our politicians
whose mendaciousness is matched only by that of
lawyers, whom, with misfortune, one may be needing,
even against one's wish, when into serious matters
one is compelled by this crooked system, and into its
noxious, badly misnamed, so-called Justice system
one is forced to initiate some proceeding.
They, in turn, are no worse
or better than the clergy
to whom quite a few turn,
in ignorance, for understanding,
or for counselling, or perhaps
for spurious forgiveness
and for illicit mercy.
I have not done a hatchet job on the idea people like
you have of pleasure in what you want to call La
Dolce Vita. I have simply detailed the truth of things
and alluded to the fact that life for all should be,
indeed will be, if they are deserving, far, far, better!
Awakening to the absurdity that is stupidly called La
Dolce Vita, The Sweet Life, is what leads real
thinkers to this, my valid conclusion,
and to the much longed-for solution.
It is then that unrestrained joy,
in our lives, no matter how apparently miserable,
and God's happiness, we can rightfully employ.
Hence, if you really want to know
the truth and the value of
this land as a final score,
awaken from your damaging illusion
and see the misery,
the real pain of others,
and not just your own
selfish pseudo-pleasure.
This I sincerely implore.
As I see it, the greatest
pleasure for viable True
Beings is in the thought
that this horrible, horrible,
evil-created nightmare will soon end.
We owe sincere thanks
to the Real Godforce,
for this realization not only
awakens us, but also,
protects us mentally so that
we are not driven,
in desperation, by Evil,
at this obviously fracturing
Endtime, round the bend."
And so it is that all men and women dream.
Mortal ones dream to increase the power of
their lusts and the greatest of the powers
they desire is the lust for immortality.
But for them of the mis-creation that can never be,
for immortality demands purity and they of the
Darkness, of the Corruption, of the depravity
know not the meaning of such a word as Purity.
That is why in deceit they plunder and destroy
the ones who truly are immortal as they seek
to steal that which for them can never be -
the Divine essence of immortality.
Thus, doomed in their concupiscence
they feign happiness and joviality
to mask the gloom of doom which must
for all those of the Shadows be.
And as the Light does shine as it must,
these temporal shadows are reduced to dust.
What of their dreams? What of their hopes?
Spurious, one and all, for they failed
to release the Evil within them which
is incompatible with purity and therefore
cannot gain the Divine immortality of Eternity.
Pass then they will into the phantasmic
surrealism of the time circuitry
which shortly will be no more,
no more I say, for the Light does shine
even now into all crevices of the Darkness
with the Power of a thousand suns,
sending dreams and dreamers of the artifact
into useless nothingness of fact.
What, pray, can we say of Minds immortal,
of angelic beings, and Divine True Beings,
of the elohim trapped in physicality?
What dream is it that they weave in
sufferance, in their sorrow, awaiting
still the promised New Tomorrow?
They are already of the stuff of immortality,
hence their dreams but of one type can be:
the end to all this depravity, and the return
to their abodes in realms of celestial royalty.
Dreams of lust from those of the shadows,
of the corruption, can never fulfilled be,
for the corruption itself is their greatest enemy.
And even as they try to dream and dream once more
they are reduced to dust upon cruel Hell's floor.
Their illicit dreams fulfilled can never be.
But, how different for those not of the Enmity.
For them, fulfilment was always going to be.
The dream answered in reality, as now the end
of this evil's spurious abomination we see
and the journey home booked decisively.
The Battle is done, the War is won,
the dream fulfilled and home we go,
with spirits high, never again low.
O what joy in those simple words,
"The dream fulfilled!" Can it truly be?
Are we of heads immersed in fantasy
or is this the very sensibility
we of Truth have waited eons to see?
Alas, no more is it a dream. We are to step
from this vile, temporary virtual reality
into the promised bliss of Eternity.
The Bliss and Immortality were always ours.
Captured within the Confusion of the Ignorance
and the Corruption of Deceit the Higher Reality
became the dream now fulfilled.
Only Evil could turn reality into the object
of a longed-for dream distorting all,
as it, in illusion, would unreal seem.
But we are at an end. Gone forever
are the shackles and pain of bondage
and the need to forever more dream.
The victory is ours. All that is left
is the laughter of Innocence with no tears.
Gone, gone, gone are all the fears.
What once was ours is ours again and this Joy,
this certainty, this bliss, can never be
for those of the fracturing mortality.
That very thought of loss and their dreams
unfulfilled will be their mental hell
for all eternity, for you see,
their last moment will freeze them forever
in the anguish and despair of their tyranny.
In a way then, they will have found immortality,
but not in the way they would welcome
or ever want it to really, really be.
For all this knowledge and revelation ,
O Greatest Mind, we thank Thee.
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