A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

Public Service Announcement


14 April 2014

Visible is moving home April 15th 2014.

At the same time, all his blogs - including this one, will be relocating, too; this means that soon this page will disappear - as will all other pages on Vis' sites. The move (the blogs' move that is, not lord Visible's) is expected to take somewhere between 3 and 8 Earth days so should complete some time between 18 and 25 April 2014.

The blogs will remain accessible however, on their old blogspot.com URLS, and here is where you are going to find them - so please bookmark the following links!


Reflections in a Petri Dish
Smoking Mirrors
Visible Origami


Please also be aware that although all the existing blogs' content will remain accessible, many image links and other bits and pieces may look a bit tatty for the duration of the move (not that anyone visits Vis blogs for pretty pictures anyway, but it's just polite to let you know)



Thank you for bearing with us during the move!



Visible Blogs


Friday, October 14, 2005

Hiatus

I had to go away for a week and now I am going away again, this time for about a month. I won't have internet in the home I am renting and I don't know what will be available in the area. I suspect there should be an internet cafe somewhere around and if that is the case I can prepare my essays and then just drop in and post them when I'm in town.

I want to thank all of you who have been reading here and at the other location and especially for your support via the comments section and in emails. I haven't been able to get by some of your blogs as I usually like to do. Generally I don't respond in the comments section so, once again I will mention that emails are the way to get reciprocal communications out of me.

Blessings and good fortune all around. I'll try to get something up the beginning of next week.

Les Visible

Visible sings: Songwriter by Les Visible♫ Fade Away ♫
'Fade Away' is track no. 3 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

Songwriter by Les Visible

Thursday, October 6, 2005

History is Bunk

So says Henry Ford or, should I say, so ‘said’ Henry Ford. As far as entrepreneurs who turned into financial titans Ford was no better nor worse a human being than the rest. When seeking to find why Ford was the way he was it is always good to look at what happened to him too.

My take on why Henry said what he said is based on his appreciation of the journalism of the day. Journalism hasn’t changed much and a lot of what we know as journalism accounts for what we know of history; the record of the day. Henry saw the lies of his time manifest daily at his breakfast table.

I’m not going to get into morality issues here. I am not so callow as to miss the hard choices and necessities of judgment on the part of people with a whole lot of money. I know how money works at a basic level; often independent of the humanity or lack of it in any possessing it. For me money is a means to an end and I only want enough to achieve my ends which are almost exclusively based on the desire for privacy and potential for movement; other needs are secondary and should be assumed as a matter of course in the lives of any one of us.

Today’s journalism is more yellow than my short-haired St. Bernard, ‘Poncho’ could have made it after snarfling down a couple of quarts of Ballantine Ale that I might have poured into his dish.

Where I depart from the methods of conclusion practiced by many here is that I ‘try’ to carefully read and analyze what is being presented. I ask myself, “Why are they saying this?” I try to look at the other hand when the principal hand is in motion. The hand is quicker than the eye.

Most people have a basic faith in what they hear through official sources. I often hear the disclaimer, “Why would they lie?” on the matter of 9/11 one hears, “Oh come on, it would take hundreds of people to be involved in something like that. Someone would have said something.” Au contraire; it took only those involved in passing the hi-jackers through the gates. After that we don’t know what happened on the planes. The black boxes just aren’t there. As for the follow-ups and scrambled jets we know they were ordered to stand down via Cheney and we know that the writ to empower who and when had been adjusted just a few short months previous. In fact all sorts of uncanny activity went on about this both before and after.

If one cared to know one only has to go HERE and there is a vast and comprehensive selection of resources in the sidebar to the left. If one doesn’t care to know one voids the right to an opinion except to operate as a strolling companion for the man wearing the “I’m with Stupid.” T-shirt.

To give an opportunity for the pariah dogs under the porch to howl I should point out that the same Israeli security firm was in charge of ‘all’ 9/11 affected airports, the Madrid train station and the London tube at the time of the attacks. That Israeli security firm is ICTS. You’ll be heartened to know that an Israeli security firm is now in charge of security at America’s nuclear facilities. Magal Security Systems is now guarding nuclear facilities and weapons storage sites. Look it up. I’m not going to do your research for you. If you add in the activities of Odigo software and other proprietary systems and factor them in with ongoing information thefts you get quite a haul; mere coincidence of course. And when you add it to all the other coincidences, well, mere coincidence of course.

I’m including here a link to a bit torrent site where you can download the 4 part Fox News (yes, that’s right, Fox News) report on Odigo and other hanky panky expeditions. This report was removed from the Fox web site immediately after it was given and they have been after the free distribution of it non-stop. Good luck guys.

Here’s the link for the report.

HERE

You’ll need Bit Torrent to download this. You can get it all over the net. I see where I am one of only ‘two seeds’ still offering the thing. Better hurry if you care. Of course I could email it to any account that will accept a little over 50MB’s but I’m only going to do this a few times.

Someone took exception to my calling Bush a criminal. Administration policies toward those detained at Abu Graib and Gitmo tell all one needs to know about global law-breaking. And I could go on and on. Yesterday the Senate gave the stormtroopers in the White House a black eye when they voted 90 to 9 not to allow the procedures that were in place to continue. The White House objects to this. It’s all about making you safe people. Yes, one of these days you are going to be really, really safe. Just wait. Waiting and head-ducking have real historical precedent; being as we are talking about history and our perception of it. Maybe you have heard the phrase, “History is written by the victors.”?

Have you seen the things I have mentioned anywhere in your mainstream news? Take some time to ponder the links at whatreallyhappened.com- Look at the sheer weight of contradictory evidence and ask yourself this- Why are there so many contradictions? When you see the size of the holes in the official story; large enough to drive a fleet of trucks through you have to assume they are lying. Why are they lying? Cui bono.

Dismissing me as a crank is pointless without a supporting argument. No one here or elsewhere has yet taken the time to point by point refute my arguments. The reason is they can’t. Can you? Go therefore and do so. Take the time not to appear as an uniformed dog barking at what it can’t see and hasn’t looked at. First of all it makes you look bad and second of all it doesn’t impress me. I’m after the truth at whatever cost. I don’t give a hang about reputation and I don’t give a hang about slander and imprecation. Prove me wrong and I will be grateful, very grateful.

It begs the question of why I would address this issue at all. What’s in it for me? I already know enough to come to various conclusions and there’s no financial reward, or otherwise, in my pointing these things out. Where’s my end? My needs are covered and I live apart from the scurrying about for survival that hallmarks the lives of most. I am free to come and go where and how I will. My issue is to defend against the impact of lies on the behavior of the populace. I want the greatest good for the most people and that can’t happen when the few manipulate circumstances for their exclusive benefit.

What I really want you to do is ask questions and weigh evidence. Wonder and inquire. When you do this you add to the overall awareness of an informed public. I have not included 1% of the information I possess. You can get a good idea of what it is at the web site I keep mentioning. When you join the few, the brave, the aware who seek to be objective you become a force for disclosure. Many of you don’t care. I understand that. Self interest runs your life. Unfortunately for you it doesn’t run as strong as it does in the lives and actions of those deceiving you and you don’t have anything like their temporal force.

Is it or isn’t it? Seek or remain force-fed. History is bunk but everything leaves a trail.

Visible sings: Songwriter by Les Visible♫ And We Could All Be Free ♫
'And We Could All Be Free' is track no. 8 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

Songwriter by Les Visible

Tuesday, October 4, 2005

Nothing New Under the Sun

More and more I am coming to see that it is a great foolishness on my part to imagine that anything I say or do will influence the world in its present course. It goes without saying that it is, no doubt foolishness at any time to imagine such a thing. I imagine no real poet ever penned a line with the marketplace in mind. Thoughts of glory and lasting remembrance may have intruded after the coitus but I suspect the muse has many suitors and knows the intimate heart of every one.

With enough money I could buy the attention of most anyone for a time. But not all the money in the world is enough to attract the attention of the one who wears the stars of heaven in her hair. I know that I have been guided and comforted and protected by the thoughts and words of those who have passed before me. I have been taught that my life is a small thing and best spent on that which is of greater importance; ideas, dreams in gestation, love- both romantic and that empowered with a wider grasp. Romantic love is not a bad start though it often ends badly; the furnace is not cost effective.

One more book within a Niagara of words cannot count for much unless its point precedes words and indicates what does precede words. Words, like clothes are designed with the body they conceal in mind. They may conceal it entirely or they may reveal everything but mystery. Since mystery remains, even in view of full nakedness, the draper’s art is a mighty one.

The hardest thing I am learning is that passionate thought alone will not give redress to the human condition. I’ve seen races come out of centuries of abuse, with eloquent speeches and visible change, into the hope of a new freedom only to be re-enslaved by a different means. I have seen races come out of great tragedy and oppression only to become as vicious as their former oppressors ever were. I have seen the tables turn over and over to find that the same people are still sitting there.

The stirring phrases of great orators and illustrators of the human condition continue to sound in the air around us to no evident avail; “business as usual” and “What have you done for me lately.” With all of the lessons of history at our fingertips the same lies are sung across the world as if they were the anthems and hymns of our essential nature; perhaps they are. There is an argument that human nature is basically corrupt, despite the occasional exceptions in every land and time.

The glaring lesson of Vietnam has no impact on the moment. Its now the playground of revisionists. “If only we had stayed the course we could have had peace with honor.” Ideas of universal brotherhood; the great legacies of inspired art and the clear transcendent teachings of illuminated souls do not disturb the appetites of the common herd. The shepherds are demagogues with an advertising budget. The intensifying press of bodies in vast cathedrals of junk raise their voices in hallelujahs to the new and improved.

Millions of lives are lived in poisoned boxes pressed closer and closer and higher and higher. Millions of cars and lorries steam back and forth on highways to nowhere. There is some end in sight but what it is no one can tell. The thin veneer of civilization can be stripped away in an hour. It only waits for the right provocation. No one has taught them anything deeper than looking out for number one. The peoples of the world are dancing in a fire trap with the exit doors locked. The fire marshals are counting their take. The bouncers are scanning the crowd. The alcohol commissioners are guarding against the influx of competitive product; especially anything eye-opening or non-guilt inducing.

With clear knowledge of the consequences the daily bread is beaten to death and leached of all nutrition. Only the poor have the luxury of a good diet if they had the sense to buy it, if they had the means.

More people, more disease, more profits for the mill; in smaller locations the privileged few live in the example of what is possible for you. The lottery winks, the tables call; risk everything and win it all.

I am seeing more clearly now that it is just an eternal process. Sometimes it is in a renaissance and sometimes it is in free fall. The soundtrack usually indicates the plot line. So what does a person do? As many options as there appear to be there are really only a few. You get yours. You help others get theirs. You are employed in whatever system is preeminent. You work to alter the system. You work to destroy the system. You live outside the system. You live inside the system. You think. You do not think. You feel. You do not feel.

As I have considered all of the possibilities for myself and as I have weighed them against one another I have concluded that it has very little to do with ‘here’ as long as ‘here’ is given to mean ‘there’; ‘now’ has value only as it is applied to ‘then’. It’s all about ‘later’ and ‘when’ and ‘if’.

Screaming at Bush and railing against injustice seems to have no effect. If he could have heard you, if he were inclined to listen, he would have heard you long ago. That model wasn’t designed with ears to hear or eyes to see; nor are any of the other C-432B replicants and spin-offs that operate in their spheres of influence the world over. Take the money and run or run from the money? Live large or live small; ...the seesaw baby.

So sometimes it’s bad and sometimes it’s good; screen goddess in the first act and crack whore in the next. In this theater it’s always going to get better and it’s always going to get worse. It really does look like the thing is to get out of the theater; through the locked exit doors before the eventual fire and the newspaper headlines of the newspaper that needs the fire for the people who want some vicarious satisfaction, basking in the glow, in the rubbernecking crowd that got to be a bystander only because it was waiting in line and still waiting in line to be listed in the next headline; coming to a theater soon.

Although I know that there are other worlds where the sun is a tipped jar of honey, I begin to see that it only retards my progress to rail against the irreversible process of recycling personas forever inclined to the hot-blooded confusion of appetites in the buffet line. As long as it tastes good to you, who am I to argue? The whole point of the masquerade is about catching on. Some are meant to guide and we who can hear are improved by their witness. Some are meant to slip away on their own; maybe compassion or debt prevails upon them to return at a later date. For some reason some do come back again and again. I’ve heard them and their message is more powerful to me than the shine on the glass and the shimmer on the ass. The good news is that not all of the exits are locked. It’s just a matter of braving the dark for a short period of time. That’s not such an ordeal when you have been living in darkness all along.

The empire of the flesh is eternal in its place. The engines of the flesh will power on until the last morsel has been savored and consumed and no doubt beyond that. It is here that longing is refined and the aperture appears. Afterwards it dissolves into a sea of milk to contemplate beginning all over again. What a wonder.

Visible sings: Songwriter by Les Visible♫ And We Could All Be Free ♫
'And We Could All Be Free' is track no. 8 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

Songwriter by Les Visible