Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May you be the person your dog thinks you are.
Every now and then, I have to depart from the usual topics of the day but... not right away. I've been doing these blogs for ten years. In that time I have encountered predictions and prognostications, as well as wildassed flights of mind boggling fantasy from the likes of Fulford, Wilcock, SOTT and sundry. They've made a lot of money from this kind of enterprise. It should also come as no surprise that the second most popular and successful alternative news gathering site, celebrates Halloween as its main holiday. I should add that the most popular alternative site of all, which used to employ the Halloween guy, is hosted by a Rothschild financed cartoon character, who is possibly one of the most overblown caricatures that I have ever seen. Meanwhile I catch shit for being me, way out of proportion with what is deserved by those already mentioned. This is how it all goes in the environs in which we do our day to day. This is not some kind of 'poor me' soliloquy. It's a matter of fact appraisal of how it is and... I will tell you why; perhaps it isn't exactly why but it is how it looks to me sometimes and... like I said, I'll tell you why.
Meanwhile, let me say that of all the predictions and prognostications that I have heard about in the last ten years, almost none of them have come true.
Every now and then I put my name in quotes, like this; “les visible” and pop it into Zio-Google. I did this today and I noticed something I had never seen before. Ordinarily the only negative commentary I run into is that put together by Dublin Mick, who... ostensibly... ostensibly went out of his way to assault me because he felt that I did not attack The Vatican aggressively enough. He didn't feel it was important enough to approach me first before he launched into his hatchet job, which included seeking out everyone he knew who disliked me for one reason or another and letting them have at me while he performed as modifier, which made him not only look good but also accomplished his real intention. It was a good example of Machiavelli being channeled to a particular end but... I digress.
Today I found that every negative commentary ever made about me had been pushed to the top of the list in terms of the pages that list me and all the positive commentary had been relegated to, 'my back pages', or removed altogether because... now, most of them are missing. At first I was shocked, especially when I saw that the Cassiopeia hit team efforts had not only been sent front row center but now was present in multiples as it had never been before. Nothing much happened at the Gormenghast mansion in France when I visited, with every good intention The vipers who later came after me for this nothing at all, hadn't ever even been there. Like the good robots that they are, they allowed themselves to be whipped into a frenzy by the back of the scenes maestress, who orchestrated the whole affair. As ugly as it was... a few years later I went out of my way to come to their defense when they were under attack by the French authorities. Boy! Did I catch it for that!!! Chief among those screaming at me was Halloween Boy, whose defense I came to when he got embroiled with Henry Makow who annoyed him by posting Jim Stone's work on his own site. I caught all kinds of shit for this too but... it has always been my nature to come to the aid of a friend (even when I only think they are my friend) and even to the aid of those who are not my friends. It's my nature. I got that Don Quixote, knight on a white charger foolishness; or at least I used to have it. That fever is now in remission.
Some while ago a blogger named, Nobody jumped on my case in a vicious manner when I thought we were long time friends and associates (albeit virtual ones). He jumped on my case because he said I was not hard enough on The Satanists. Once again, even with our long history, he decided to publicly scourge me without ever coming to me first. The thing is that I mentioned The Satanists all the time, just as I do these days. It made no sense. Dublin Mick's comments made no sense. Right there on the page in question (easily found), he goes on and on about how the Rothschild Bankers control The Vatican finances. None of this makes any sense. I know the real reasons that all of these people have seen fit to come after me and on some occasions the scenarios were arranged precisely for the effect obtained, like the lady from God-Like Productions, who came around to harass me about the Kundalini hand postures displayed by me on the site and wouldn't let up, hoping to provoke a particular reaction from me and... she (if she she was) finally got it and this granted her the justification to attack me. She pointed out how much she always liked me, even though I had never encountered her before. Here's a listing about Godlike Productions. Everything else you can find by doing what I did.
Various things have happened to me that I never would have expected, because I am an ingenue; a Pollyanna, or I used to be. These things happened to me because I have carried a cavalier attitude far too long in my life; not anymore.
There is one complaint that is made about me that is legitimate. I don't suffer fools gladly and I am sometimes short with people. People far more famous and wiser than me have the same shortcoming. It comes with the territory. I could have been nicer, I admit. All the rest of the unsubstantiated howling and gnashing of teeth are not a part of my repertoire. They are things made up about me for the purpose of slander. Slander is a curious tactic. If you throw shit at people, some of it will stick and there is nothing you can do about it. Other claims made against me are about having invisible friends and who I talk to and hear from. I accept those as virtues and my critics can howl about that as long as they wish. On those accounts, time will tell and we shall see.
Why am I writing about this today? Many of you know about these things and don't care. That's the thing about these critics. They make up a very small minority of the people who come around. They are proportionate to the occasional negative comments that show up about once a month or so. It's like a party. Everyone is having a good time but then there are a couple of troublemakers and their presence can be loud, out of all proportion to the others. It seems like there are more of them than there are. They can do damage though, because many people will believe something just because they read it somewhere. Still... you can't let this get you down. You can't let it affect what you do. Sure, I've made mistakes, but most of the time, it was not so much a mistake as the fear of what might happen that I put into people, even though NOTHING really happened. In the course of what I do, I come across people with high expectations of me. Sometimes they are people who want to use me for their own elevation. I lack the initiative to allow this. I don't take myself seriously. They do and... I got a problem with vanity. I don't like it and near all of the people I have mentioned have far too much of it.
People say all kinds of nice things about me. I almost NEVER respond to them. I also do not kiss other people's asses and play to their vanity. This upsets a lot of people. Some of them think if they pump me up, I should pump them up in return. This kind of thing never crosses my mind. It's just not what I do and you can't expect this from me. I'd be much further up the ladder of manifest success if I just played the game. I don't and I can't. That's how it is. Surely you can figure out the reasons for that so... why am I writing about this... really?
A lot of you have started blogs over recent times. You want to do some good in the world and I understand that. That is what motivates me too but... remember everything I said here today and remember that these things could well happen to you too. If you are going to play in this arena and if you are going to say these kinds of things... it comes with a price. People have tried to destroy me for a long time. I did two stints locked up, in bad places, for that very reason BEFORE I ever started here. I have been the target of bad people and that includes both the seen and unseen. Given the odds, I should have been destroyed a long time ago. Later... on the internet... enough things happened that my credibility could have been shot long ago. I am still here.
You need to be sure about all of this as you go. This is not a situation comedy (even though it is). It is a drama. Sometimes it is a horror movie and sometimes it is a thriller. It is very seldom a musical. It is almost never an animated kiddie flick. Bad shit can happen and you have to pay attention. I wish I had paid more attention and I assure you I wish I had done certain things differently. Learn from what has happened to me. Let the unfortunate moments of my existence guide you around the holes I fell into. Not all of us are gifted enough or aided enough to climb back out again. I offer you all of this as a caution on your own way. You have to have steel in your spine and you have to be able to not look back. Never look back. It was that great baseball pitcher, Satchel Paige who said, “Don't look back. Someone might be gaining on you.”
Everyone is not your friend and if you have the misfortune to feel compelled to tell the truth, you WILL have enemies. This is serious business. I know what I'm talking about, at least as far as this goes. I cannot caution you enough on this and if you have any ambitions of a particular career, you can kiss that goodbye. You are unlikely to ever fit into or even be invited into polite society as it is euphemistically called. Perhaps there is some kind of a reward that attends to the completion of your either chosen or appointed rounds. Time will tell and we shall see.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 18:57