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!



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Saturday, October 24, 2009

Passing through the Kingdom of the Prince of the Air.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

The beginning of the week and the predicted date of October 25th come round together and debut tomorrow. The beginning of the week is certain. We don’t know what may or may not happen on the 25th but it will come along as well, tailing a financial monsoon or not. They say things come in threes so it is only appropriate that the weekly radio show should come around as well and we find ourselves in the introductory text portion of the program. Visible will be in the air (as well as on the air) tomorrow flying off to meetings with the unknown and unimportant (relatively speaking) and so... in a manner of speaking will still be in the telepapod beneath the tracking mothership.

The winds of change are spinning like massive dust dervishes across a landscape burning with the desire to be washed of iniquities and the heavy energies that weigh down upon the backs of the populations like sacks of rocks. Surely there is an answer to our condition and surely the answer is not to simply go on as we always do, each of us planting a handful of rocks on the back of tomorrow.

Since I mentioned it last week I see where other are now mentioning the real fire in the Turkish and Israeli standoff is based on the Mossad plot to assassinate Prime Minister Erdogan. Well that was last week. What have I done for you lately?

Let’s talk a little about conspiracies for a bit. Rixon Stewart of The Truthseeker has an interesting article on whether McVeigh was even executed. Those of you listening only can put The Truthseeker and Timothy McVeigh into a search engine and get the article right at the top of the lineup. I already checked. Given that what he talks about is most certainly true ...and I have seen it corroborated elsewhere and... given the recent discovery of nano-thermite at ground zero and... the exposure of Mossad agents residing in the Twin Towers prior to the 9/11 attack, it’s become more and more clear who was involved in the attacks. It has long been accepted as gospel that the 9/11 attacks were an inside job by anyone not taking candy from The Tooth Fairy. Apparently Oklahoma City was done by the same people. It’s hard to imagine they have an unknown competitor running around who was also at ElohimCity.

I haven’t been on the American mainland in over a decade and I haven’t even been in American territory since I visited Hawaii about seven years ago, so I don’t know what it’s like there any more. I know I’m not welcome- or they like me too much- because they almost didn’t let me leave last time. I did not feel the need to test the waters again. I do have the internet and I hear things. I hear it’s pretty tense in the denser population zones and pretty much the same as it always was further out, except for the foreclosures, the crumbling infrastructure, the missing jobs and the money going funny.

More and more people seem to know that something is wrong, even if they’re still blaming in on the absence of one party in power and the presence of another. That seems to be the angle of the media these days. You’ve got two seemingly different perspectives being argued from opposite sides of the same operation. Obama is still walking on water after having violated every campaign promise he ever made and McCain and Palin are making the rounds in exile. Palin is headed for touchy feely land on Oprah shortly. That will probably happen as soon as the ghostwriters get her book to the presses.

Ah... I don’t want to talk about this stuff but I did want you to see what it sounds like when someone talks about the usual things running out of the S&MSM and alternative news feeds.

Let’s talk about something else or at least in some other way. What’ll it be? Hmmm... Winter is coming and there has been no change in the ruling authorities bending over and genuflecting for the dark lord steaming in his tower. The Axis of terror which is housed variously in Tel Aviv, London and Washington D.C, are churning out the lies and giving the orders for murder abroad. Some great and intricate map of a game plan exists but you can’t pick that up at the gas station. Do they have a plan? They must have some kind of a plan. Part of the plan was to steal as much money and real estate as they could get their hands on while making Goldman Sachs and J.P, Morgan, both Rothschild fronts, the most powerful money launders and counterfeiters on Earth.

The second part was to put the middle class and the poor in survival mode and in constant fear of job loss, eviction and the notice of the police.

The logical solution for the people of the world is to march into Goldman Sachs, J. P. Morgan, the Federal Reserve and The Rothschild banks and arrest every single person they can find and throw them in jail. Not much is going to happen until the obvious perpetrators have been stopped in their tracks. This is where the governments and world police; the standing armies of soldiers and lawyers get their marching orders from.

Here’s a simple fact. There’s enough, for everyone on the planet and more, to have whatever food and shelter they require. There is enough work for all the hands and minds that wish employment. There’s free medical for everyone who needs it and money to pay for it without batting an eye. All you’ve got to do is stop the engines of war and the obscene money sucking machines of the vampire bat bankers. The rich could still be rich and the poor could still be poor. You’re always going to have poor people, even Jesus the Christ said as much. Didn’t he say that the “poor ye always have with you”, or something to that effect? I think the same applies to the rich. There’s just not as many of them.

As much as I think the people really should storm Rothschild castle with their pitchforks and though they might well do... I suspect other forces are going to come into play because a statement is going to be made by the invisible about this ugly, ugly behavior that we are all a witness to. From the food fascists at Monsanto to their lobby goblins in the FDA, from the media whores in S&MSM to the industry trolls in the FCC it’s all the same; top to bottom scoundrels with hands the size of truck tires perverting and stealing everything in reach.

The common herd of humanity just rolls back and forth like Sisyphus in search of breathing room and daylight. They’re not at wit’s end yet. Maybe something good will happen... dreaming of homes recovered, new cars and a trip to the glimmering mall. Christmas is coming after all. The credit card companies have gotten permission to charge their customers, who don’t overspend and who pay promptly, a penalty fee for doing the right thing... or maybe they didn’t get permission. I don’t know. None of them seem to need permission any more for anything. Like the song says, “something’s got to give” but we don’t know what and we don’t know when. We’re just treading water while we wait for the storm at sea. That’s right, just call me Mr. Positive; at least I dog-paddled to shore some time ago and hiked inland.

I know it’s all going to work out and it’s going to be bad for the bad and good for the good and we might even come to learn the difference too. Meanwhile the Prince of the Air is battening his wings and driving the force of his will into the ground with the command of “Say my name”. Because... you see... we’re in that period of one quarter light and three quarters dark and so the appearance of power is all on the side of the night shift. That’s about to change. The light is coming and a new golden age is waiting in the deep banks of the raw material, storage stations. It’s about to be placed on the conveyor belt of the time continuum, as it moves through the foundry, to the transport trucks, to the view outside your window one morning when you wake up; probably going to be some Sturm und Drang on the way.

We’ve come to the end of the text portion of the show which you can catch here on Sunday night. Those of you only listening can ignore what you can’t see. Please bear with me in the space between this reading and the rest of the transmission.

Visible sings: Almost A Capella by Les Visible♫ Right Thru My Heart ♫
'Right Thru My Heart' is track no. 5 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'
Lyrics (pops up)

Almost A Capella by Les Visible

Smoking Mirrors Mirror.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

The Hour is Coming Round at Last as Surely it Must.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I try not to focus on the punishment angle. I believe what scripture reveals about that; “Vengeance is mine”, sayeth the Lord”. I can’t help myself sometimes when I find myself wishing that a hard rain will fall upon the heads of these demons in human form. I don’t stay there. It’s very momentary and then it passes. It’s a kind of red haze that rims the eyes and dreams of fire. (I’m not a Christian but I am a friend of Christ; if that makes sense.)

The very worst of them are those who pose as the opposite of what they are; men like George Soros whose money went to fund the Iranian Green Revolution; Zionist occupied Georgia’s Rose Revolution and the Ukraine’s Orange Revolution. It makes me think of all the color coded alerts that the Bush League administration used to come up with. George Soros likes to paint himself as a philanthropist. He’s had some sneaky little efforts that landed him on the perceptual end of good guy country. It’s amusing to see now how all those organizations he funded are in full support of Obama’s Murder Inc.

I’d like to slip inside George’s head (and I might) and turn up the volume on Love’s recording of “She Comes in Colors”

I hate to say that I don’t trust very many people and almost no organizations. I used to look at moveon.org and Code Pink the same way I looked at The Daily Kos; just power grabs of empty space to posture in. I don’t mean to be a cynic. I have powerful belief in some things that approach the level of ‘know’ instead of ‘believe’ but time and time again; I find that these organizations that rise up in opposition to the status quo are actually created by the status quo to give the impression of an opposition that doesn’t exist. I can say with certainty that not all the money or promise of personal power that could possibly be offered would cause me to change what I do... not one whit. You might say that’s easy words to say and hard words to live by but in this one regard I know myself very well. Some things are more important than money and personal power.

Why would anyone, given the opportunity to really make a difference, sell their asses like a street side hooker for temporary gain? Does it not occur to these people that these notes come due? There’s a temporal bank and a spiritual bank and you’re welcome to your choices. What forms a man like Soros who makes himself personally responsible for the deaths of people in countries far away, which are none of his fucking business? What kind of a vampire buys the souls of fools for money and then provokes them toward prison and execution?

Maybe I’ll be disappointed again but as far as I am concerned, Vladimir Putin, at the moment, is the greatest statesman alive. I think about Mr. Putin a great deal. I know he’s ex-KGB. I know various things about his life because I took the trouble to learn. Certain features about this man fascinated me. And I have some gift for Phrenology so there would be some curiosity in that regard but still, I will take him head and tails above the rest. I like Ahmanedijad also. He fares much better phrenologically. He is surely an honest man who loves his country. In this sense Putin and Ahmanedijad are quite similar. Putin loves Russia. He loves Russia more than himself. This could not be said about Obama, or Netanyahu, or Sarkozy, or Merkel or Gordon Brown. These creeps are in love with themselves and in a personal confrontational crisis they would all be cowards. Phrenology tells me this as well.

Putin’s a martial artist and I have studied in that area all my life. My interest in Phrenology came in tandem with this because when you’ve been sent to prison and other places for extended tours, you had better know a little something about Phrenology and body language. The mental institutions were the best. Then you really had to be on your game. But hey, the world is a mental institution and ...if you are sane, and I’m not saying you are, but if you are sane you had better watch your step. They know you hooked those glasses from the set of “They Live”.

Which-

brings me back to things I believe in strongly enough that they have become one of the few things I can actually say I know. I know there is a cosmic force for good and, regardless of appearances, it always triumphs... period. Go on with your vain fantasies of empires and fortunes, dancing boys and dancing girls; shimmering in a sea of permitted violation... the corner table at the high tower and the blood of your fellows on your hands. I will see you fall. I will watch you go.

George Soros, let me tell you personally that you are a soulless husk and your destiny is grim. You approach the gates George and the one who granted you this fortune will step aside as you go by; soon to see you in an entirely different context.

Let me say to everyone of you now strutting and parading across the stage while you play to the cheap seats; the population of which you have drastically increased, that your hour has come. You have been warned. There is a small window still open and if in your arrogant disregard you disdain this priceless mercy then there will be none after. You had better heed while you can. You had better fall to your knees and recognize the Lord of Light or you will be summarily handed over to his less benign aspect.

The time is shorter than you can imagine.

Let me tell you a little something about the ‘less benign aspect’. It’s you on steroids. It is exactly you, as you would have become, in your presumptions ...of becoming the dark lord who brooks no competition. All the time you served him all you really achieved was his determined hatred. Just as the non-existent anthropomorphic god of the fundamentally inclined has no real existence; being nothing more than a bigger expression of the uncharitable self... the same applies to the dark side. Think of the irony of being in your own merciless hands ...but raised beyond what you... mere mortal... aspired to. It is an easy road to enter and a lot of people go but as scripture also records, you will not leave until you have paid the last farthing.

So... even though I know too few of you have enough self-inquiry left to be slumming in my neighborhood, I’d like to take you back to the beginning of this piece and my mention of vengeance and notes come due. As hard as it is for me, I choose to err on the side of mercy and if you are in a position to heed, I suggest you be about that now. I am not imagining or fooling about what I am saying and you had better address this opportunity now because at some point known only to the Lord of Light, that window will close. Scripture also talks of wailing and lamentation; gnashing of teeth and I’m sure there’s a deal more to that. No man in flesh can accurately measure the blessings of Heaven or the torments of Hell. I don’t come out of this particular bag very often because, as I said, I’m not involved at the punishment end. I do have something to do with the process itself, so you would be wise indeed to hear what I am saying.

Everyone ought to put just that much more effort into their lives at this time. When the entire spectrum shifts, you will only have what you have invested- and some grace- to call on. It’s not a hard thing that’s being asked of you. Serve as you go. Reach intensely within and recognize that it’s always now and that is for one reason only... that at some point in the eternal ongoing moment you will see that your life is a limitless possibility toward a singular bright home. You are admired and rewarded most for what you do when no one is looking. My friends... there are no secret places.

I never wanted any part of this, even when I was very young; all I ever wanted was my walled garden and the privacy of my invisible friends. Everything else had already let me down long ago but I can no more wall out the suffering of my fellows than You... yes You, can avoid the certain and irreversible judgment that is coming your way. You’ve seen the cartoon of the deranged, bearded man holding up a placard that says. “Repent, the hour is at hand”? Believe it.

Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ Vanity ♫
'Vanity' is track no. 7 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'
Lyrics (pops up)

The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible

Smoking Mirror’s Mirror.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

The Magical Wars within the Same Old Same Old.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

The mothership resonates into the dark haze of materialism that chokes the planet. The tiny repeater pod takes its position above Clear Channel’s main transmission tower and the information wraps itself around the noxious propaganda like alien music which transforms the propaganda into harmless audio confetti. It’s now becoming the inert matter you read about on the back of packages of processed food. The alien music is burrowing into the collective DNA and whispering words like, “freedom”, “awake” and other things. Tune your mind to the inner light and let us burn away the cobwebs of a vanishing age. Welcome to the dog poet radio show. Perk up your ears and wag your tails as the chief walker removes the leashes from your neck and transfers them to the newly forged collars of your former masters.

I am surprised that no one has mentioned it yet, that Israel was involved in an assassination plot against Turkish Prime Minister, Tayyip Erdogan. Well... there was some amount of coverage in the international press. I’m thinking this was the key motivation behind Erdogan walking out on Peres and Turkey denying Israel the opportunity to participate in recent war games. It wasn’t about Gaza. The video of the exchange between Erdogan and Peres has been scrubbed from youtube because of use violations. It’s available in one of the preceding links.

I’ve been noticing the tension between Turkey and Israel for some time now. Turkey was supposed to be one of Israel’s best friends. The truth is that Israel has no friends, just people who fear her and people who have been compromised by her. If you wind your sinuous way into the past, you will find that Israel and Turkey have an interesting relationship. Insert the key words, ‘Ashkenazi Turks’ into a search engine. The AshkeNazis make up more than 80% of world Jewry and they are not of Semitic origin. This is a key to understanding why they immediately change the names of the Arab towns where they have either killed, or driven into exile all of the inhabitants. They need to corroborate what ancient texts claim is so and what modern research has proven false.

The Palestinians are the real descendents of the people in the Bible, not the AshkeNazis. The AshkeNazis mean to graft themselves over the original inhabitants, in a search for legitimacy of their claims that they originated in the lands which they have stolen from the Palestinians.

If your sole purpose for studying anything is to discover the truth of it, you will find that it is not a difficult thing. It is much more difficult to discover or manufacture the evidence to support what isn’t true. Lying is the more arduous art. The truth is much easier but far more dangerous on occasion.

Before Herzl and the boys worked the Dreyfus affair into the international tragedy that we know today, Arabs and Jews lived together in relative peace. That continued for awhile, until the Zionists discovered that the Bible made mention that it is always open season for hunting and killing Arabs. That’s the thing with so-called holy books. You can find anything you’re looking for. This is made all the more interesting, considering that the Bible and, most specifically the Old Testament are works of Gematria. You can find extensive corroboration for this and it gives a deeper meaning to the twenty two major arcana of the Tarot. For years, I was fascinated with the Tarot and its connections to astrology and The Great Work, which is the process of manufacturing the philosopher’s stone ...and it seems to have something to do with the pineal gland. Do you ever get a ticklish sensation in the center of your forehead?

Because of a certain consistent and hideous behavior on the part of the Zionist movement, many people simply reject the idea of Jewish mysticism as it relates to the Kabala. It has been further diminished by association with Madonna and the troglodytes, along with the duplicitous activities of the Bergs, as they prostitute the mysteries of a higher order for personal gain.

I want to mention Jacob’s ladder and ask you to keep it in mind. Jacob’s ladder runs up through your spine. In occasional moments of personal rapture, I have found myself climbing it as if it were a real ladder; mimicking the act in concert with an internal process of incremental elevation. For me, some number of these arcane techniques and procedures are real.

Let me present something and see if it might not ring a bell or two with you. Anything that goes up can go down. Every positive, good thing has a negative counterpart and by polarization, they hold each other in place. Polarities are very essential in the world of duality... in the relative world. This is one reason why Advaita Vedanta holds forth a singular promise for those who can apprehend it.

Let us turn now to the Kabala which combines two books, the Sepher Yetzirah and the Sepher Zohar. The original intent of this marvelous system was wisdom and illumination. It has direct parallels to The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus. However, we live in a very materialistic age. I said earlier that anything which goes up can go down too. Let’s bring back Jacob’s ladder and add in kundalini and the human spine. Let’s mention ageless wisdom and point out that there is only one force in the universe and that force is given definition according to intention and direction.

It is altogether possible to take rituals from the Kabala and turn them to other intentions, devices and industries than it was intended for. What we have ladies and gentlemen is a reversed Kabala being utilized to manipulate the material plane. When you reverse the kundalini, you also find that its power applies in either direction. This is the source of the sudden expansion of particular, sexual practices and identities in the culture of the moment. Because we are on the verge of the opening of an ancient portal; both within and without, everyone is feeling some degree of kundalini activity. This energy is also the sex energy. Due to the impressive impact of materialism on the human mind, decadence flourishes. There are all kinds of people who will take aggressive opposition to what I am implying here. In any case, it’s either true or it isn’t.

Ageless wisdom is concealed by veils. The point of this is to assure the correct progression for the aspirant. As the aspirant passes certain tests, veils fall away. The higher mysteries of divine magic confer powers beyond the capacity of the ordinary, human imagination. When this is reversed, you have personalities like Stalin, Netanyahu and similar types appearing. The power of right use of the principles in any tradition of magical enterprise is always greater than the power of those who have perverted and bastardized it. None the less, the keepers of the keys are vigilant to protect these processes and traditions because they can be very, very dangerous in the wrong hands.

Personally, I stay away from the magical arts. If magic wants to happen spontaneously (and it does) due to an upwelling of love, compassion or any of the virtues then... that is fine with me. To actively seek to perform it is not in my MOS. To paraphrase Arthur Edward Waite, when he commented on the difference between white and black magic; “On the one hand we have something that is certainly dangerous, on the other hand we have something which may only be foolish.

A new magic is coming down on to the planet and the perversion of the principles of light are about to get their due. We’re entering the realm of Topsy Turvy and the only reason this might distress anyone, besides those it is coming for, would be their attachment to what is being recycled into the coming age.

Yes, I know this isn't clear or comprehensive but that's because only half of it is here. I apologize if the information or entertainment factor isn't what you're used to expecting. You can catch the rest of it on the radio tonight or download it tomorrow.

We’ve come to the end of the text portion of this week’s radio transmission/ I’ll be going into more detail about this subject there. I’ll be slipping into your ears in practically no time at all so, practice safe hearing...

Ahroooooooooooooooooo!!!


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: The Tangled Woods by Les Visible♫ The Tangled Woods are Bleeding ♫
Lyrics (pops up)

Smoking Mirrors Mirror.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Our Sacred Trust and the Greater Promise

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Being as I am in a philosophical frame of mind lately, I thought I might take this opportunity to clarify the position of Smoking Mirrors. You can see in the masthead above what the intention is but... I suspect that, not infrequently, there are readers who feel the blanket is much too big for the bed. No doubt there are people who believe that I have aversion and contempt for the material plane and more of the same for those who traffic in it, as if it were as real as they think it is. From this, you might also assume that I don’t think it’s as real as it seems to be. I’ve banged my head on enough low-hanging door lintels and other things, designed for people of average size, to know that it’s real enough.

On my way to doing what I now do, on my way to doing what I will soon do and on my way to whatever I’m going to do or not do after that, I’ve owned a few failed businesses and worked for people who had successful businesses. Some of the finest people I ever met were full on members of the business community and served to make my life a lot easier than it might have been. Some of them created an environment where fun and enthusiasm were the order of the day. They were generous, honest and often pleasantly eccentric.

Independent of the fact that I prefer other dimensions and the worlds inside my head, I’ve had a lot of fun in this one. I’ve been brutalized by it too. The one who oversees me saw fit to toughen and tenderize me in the gladiator schools of this tormented realm. It’s also been the springboard to other worlds and without a launching pad you will always be short of a launch. Conflict has made me strong and taught me the secret resolutions that are hidden within it. I’m only at a certain point on the spiral staircase to the stars but I’m far enough along that I can look over the railing and catch vertigo. As I’ve said a time or two here before, the key is not to piss over the railing.

I want to make it clear that there are a lot of really good people here that are struggling to do the right thing, even when no one is watching them.

I watch a lot of movies and read a lot of books; not so many of the latter as was once the case. Without the business people who labored to bring these things into form, I wouldn’t have been able to do either. Without the people who built the roads and the rails and the airports and planes, I would not be in Europe today. Let’s not forget the ships at sea. Without this world, I would have had no venue in which to learn the important lessons that I needed to learn, so that one day I could travel to the other worlds that draw me like I draw the very breath of life.

Without those who have opposed, betrayed and imprisoned me, I would never have had the opportunity to make the decision not to be like them. I’ve profited from bad examples every bit as much as I have from the good ones. The tales of epic struggles for liberty and redemption have inspired my soul. The lives of the great hearted ones who have gone before have shown me the possibility of the human state. The tragedy of those who failed in their humanity, still remain as icons of what not to be.

I owe the snake in the grass as much as I owe the eagle in the sky. This world is a tapestry that is made beautiful by the contrast in colors. There is no lasting satisfaction in the endless stream of products and events that flow from the cornucopia of matter but the awareness of that is its greatest gift.

Even though people have tried to kill me and imprison me for the extent of my natural life and intended that I suffer even worse than either of these, I can honestly say that I bear them no ill will. I owe them for what they helped shape me into. Resentment and enmity are ship anchors that will keep you here as long as you bear them. I’m not going to rattle my chains. I do believe it is necessary to rattle the cages though.

The reality of what I try to do, within the limitations and restrictions of my ability, is to point out the dangers that I have been exposed to. Having been through some portion of these things, it is my desire that others will be spared these things. It’s foolish to imagine that I have any real ability at this but one can’t help but try. One will develop no ability further on unless they work at it now. In some ways, suffering is a real gift because it brings with it empathy and compassion, which one might otherwise have not acquired. This is not to say that suffering confers this on everyone. Quite often people choose to reap resentment and enmity instead.

I look at the terrors of the past as playground scraps now. You become old when you begin to look back upon your life more than you look forward. We do this because we are attached to things we failed at and cannot change. We cannot change the past which is why we work to alter the facts of it in our minds. Lying to yourself is a fool’s gambit. We’d be spared a lot of grief if we were more honest with ourselves.

What I am trying to say is, though we get into strong language here, even though we pen the endless Jeremiads and rail like Savonarola, it is not for the purpose of making a villain out of anyone. That effort is very effectively achieved by those so engaged. The purpose is to state what many others state in these days; some things are wrong and an offense against humanity ...and whatever there may be that can be called divine.

We are all confused... some more than others. Whether our crimes are great or small, we all have them. However, as soon as one admits they were wrong, they open the door to being right. As soon as one departs from selfish and offensive actions, they are on a different course than they were. While we breathe it is not too late to change.

My methods may not suit everyone. I’m still learning as I go and am a work in progress but some things need be said because lies can kill you. The few of us with the stones to speak out against the psychopathy of Zionism and Israel are labeled as what we are not. On the other hand there are some number of bloggers and pundits who accuse me of being too soft on the Jews because I don’t condemn them as a whole. You can’t win. You can only say what you know; never forgetting what you do not know. I will add that silence is a form of complicity.

It is past disputing that Israel was involved in plotting 9/11. It is past disputing that there are serious exaggerations in the historical records of events long gone. It is past disputing that Operation Cast Lead was a war crime and that the Palestinians are victims of genocide. It is past disputing that Israel is a much greater danger to the world than Iran ever will be. The insidious daily lies of the catamite press seek to twist reality into something it is not and unless some number of us expose these lies, these lies will go on being carved into the stone that hangs around our collective necks.

People may not want to hear the truth but some of us don’t want to hear the lies either. I have as much of a right to be here and to speak as anyone. I am not going to look back at my life with regret about what I did not say and what I did not do. I am going to look forward to the day when these lies have been hung out to dry before the eyes of the world, exposed for what they are and a testimony to the darkness in us all.

There’s nothing wrong with business and entertainment. There’s nothing wrong with taking certain temporary enjoyments and pleasures one might find along the way, so long as they are not at the expense of our fellows. There is nothing wrong with being rich and in a position of prominence and power. There can be a great deal wrong with how one applies and uses them. We are stewards and nothing more. We can lose all that we have in an instant and curse the day these things ever came our way. We have a duty to one another and our first duty is to speak the truth regardless of the consequences. It is on this that we will be judged in the aftermath. It is better to consider this now than to discover it later at a much greater cost.

I want to thank all of you who have been a part of this experiment for making me much more effective and capable than I would have been on my own. This has been a group effort and it is going to be a group effort. As soon as we make up our minds to engage in this effort with every particle of our being, just that soon will angels fly to our side. The battle is already won. This is the critical point.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: 911 was an Inside Job by Les Visible♫ Have I Got This Right? Talking 9/11 Blues ♫
'Have I Got This Right?' is track no. 2 of 10 on Visible's 2002 album
'911 was an Inside Job'

Lyrics (pops up)

911 was an Inside Job by Les Visible


To my correspondent from Ulaanbaatar, please send me an email that is not restricted by government software.

Smoking Mirrors Mirror.

Monday, October 12, 2009

9/11 and the Joker in the Dream Machine

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The people at the Discovery Channel’s 'Mythbusters' site have banned discussion about 9/11. DCFanMod, who has been at the site for almost ten months and is a ‘senior moderator’ says, “The subject is sensitive and painful for us all and is inappropriate for the Mythbusters forums”. I’m guessing this is another example of that old saw, “the truth hurts”. Why are all the disinfo S&MSM media sites so sensitive about the truth coming out, besides the pain it causes them, when they are informed about what they are trying to suppress? Maybe it’s the growing evidence of things like this or... slowly emerging curiosities of this nature. The onion’s getting peeled and from the look of what is at the center, it’s probably not going to make it into the stir-fry.

Unfortunately for the S&MSM, the amount of people paying attention to, or believing what they say, is decreasing by the day. Print media needs a bailout. Electronic media needs a bailout and the Ponzi-fishing contributions of Madoff, The Federal Reserve and the others will only go only so far in propping up a dead fish before the stink clears the room. Israelis at the center of the eye of the golem and the eye-shadow is running down the face of the late night hooker at the Empire Diner. It’s late in the day for reflection and regrets. At least the hooker is capable of them.

There are a number of time bombs ticking at the moment. The thing with time bombs, for most people, is that the noise is annoying. Well... that annoyance is going to turn into something else when the bomb goes off and you’ll have something more to trouble your beautiful ears about. The commercial real-estate bubble is soon to explode and that’s going to have a real ‘hip bone connected to the knee bone’ effect. This is going to be sharing in a tag team event that might best be illustrated in the man who got taken to emergency with a brain seizure and then had a heart attack on the gurney.

What do imperial regimes and capitalist systems do when they’re sinking into dung-tar, taffy pits of their own excesses? They go to war. What if you are already at war a couple of times over? You instigate another war of course. It’s like that Israeli motto, “Use force. If that doesn’t work, use more force”. Since Israel is in near total control of the U.S. and responsible for all of the wars in which the U.S. is presently engaged well... it’s time to line up some more American canon fodder to die for the greater good, even if the greater good is benefiting a small handful of people.

This is why the headlines are now howling like a drunk at the Mardi Gras (coming soon) about troop shortages in Afghanistan; Iran being behind everything, including flu pandemics which are still on the drawing board at Fort Detrick, truthers selling drugs outside of elementary schools and anything else that’s outrageous enough to get attention without having to be true. The truth hasn’t had much success getting in the way of even obvious lies for some time. Unfortunately for the lying sacks of cat scat at the S&MSM and their financiers at predatory nations, world conditions are going to make lie consumption a much more difficult feat. Sooner or later, the pressure of personal, shared reality becomes greater than the fear of challenging what you are experiencing.

Newsweek has got their sop to Joe Biden hanging in the top spot at msnbc.com almost as long as Michael Jackson’s death announcement. Joe is “an inconvenient truth teller” apparently. There are a lot of professional liars and unprincipled hacks in American politics but Joe Biden stands out even among them. The added qualities of his bombast and arrogance, coupled with his slavish obeisance to his Israeli masters make him almost unique in the anals (not a misspelling) of the system.

Every time I see something prominently displayed in the S&MSM that doesn’t have a clear reason for being trotted out for the indifferent attentions of those who went to the site for sports and celebrity gossip, I have to ask myself what it’s really about.

When I take into consideration this recent Nobel Prize award and the manufactured appearance of the president, juxtaposed with the times and conditions, I get some weird sensations. I get sensations that tell me Obama might want to avoid walking under ladders and breaking mirrors or even going outside because sometimes war alone is not enough. Sometimes you need a Wicker Man and there’s plenty of straw around for the purpose.

Day by day, the reality of 9/11 is dawning on wider and wider segments of the public. People texting while eating their Froot Loops, are catching on. People who bought the material dream are having immaterial experiences. They don’t like it but they’ve moved up a stage in that stages of grief sequencing which goes; first comes denial, then anger, bargaining, depression and finally acceptance. I doubt that series is accurate overall. I don’t buy most of what academics have to say about anything but it serves as an example.

America- what it was presented to be- is dying. It is not going to accomplish what it was never intended to at the hands of those who held her down and did her on the pool table of a private club. She turns out to be one more failed dream that was bled dry by vampires. Yes, there are vampires and werewolves too. They’re just not running around in the classical sense. Perhaps in some cases they are.

Prediction is a mug’s game and generally the province of charlatans. It may be more profitable than futile but the profit does not come based on the accuracy of the prediction. Only a little research will prove that. However one can predict things in a general way. If there are enormous storm clouds in the sky you could venture that rain might be coming. If armchair, chicken hawks are waving rhetorical sabers, you might say that war is on the way. If a politician or a media pundits lips are moving you can surely predict they are lying. There are a number of conditions, both apparent and approaching, which would incline toward certain events to follow. Only a fool would discount them.

Another thing that is helpful in prediction is to examine the character of the people in charge on the temporal level. A study of the conditions of the middle class is always helpful. There are no revolutions or dramatic social changes without its involvement. When things have come to a particular pass there is no way to go but forward and forward does not suggest continuity and continuance of the same old same old. Forward is indicating increasing degrees of mayhem. Sometimes things have to run their course and this is one of those times.

Another thing that imperial regimes and capitalist systems engage in, when their actions have put them in the role of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, is staged events. That brings us back to 9/11 and the other bloody deeds they’ve gotten up to in recent years. The more intense conditions become, the more they are pressed to come up with something dramatic to justify all of the wrongs they have committed.

We’re looking at a whole lot of possibilities here and none of them good. There are a number of ways out of the difficulties of the moment but none of them are going to be considered because that requires sacrifice on the part of those who created the problems to begin with. The leopard is not going to change his spots.

I don’t think that what is going to happen is going to be exactly what these predators intend and I don’t think it’s going to be what many of us fear. I think it’s going to be a surprise on all accounts because those who think they are in control are not and those who feel they are powerless are not. Nothing is what it seems, even to those who are convinced that it is because they believe they are generating it.

In the interim, my advice it to keep your eyes open and your powder dry. I would suggest getting to know yourself better and giving less attention to the ringmasters and the circus acts. In the end you are going to be better placed depending on your knowledge and understanding of yourself. Seek deeper and leave good footprints.

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Visible and The Critical List: La Vierge Sperme Danceur by Les Visible and The Critical List♫ Camouflage ♫
'Camouflage' is track no. 8 of 8 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
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Thursday, October 8, 2009

Mr. President, you are a Low-Down, Snake-eyed Liar.

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Listen up Howdy Doody; you’re a waste of carbon, oxygen and water, not to mention space. You’re a low-down, snake-eyed liar and a paid political whore for the nastiest psychopaths on the planet. I understand you wouldn’t be president otherwise but that doesn’t justify it. I remember little things that clued me early on. I remember Warren Buffet being in your corner and then I remembered Warren Buffet and Jacob Rothschild meeting with Schwarzenegger. I remember little things and vague associations across time. I also remember the things people say because I actually listen to them.

As soon as I saw you, my first thought was, “there goes a cool cucumber of a long tall drink of water from the Lincoln Reflecting Pool, minus the Lincoln”. You reminded me of one of those Chicago Pimps without the leopard skin coat. Politics is a world of strange contradictions. That’s how you can be both a pimp and a whore at the same time and have it make perfect sense.

I know there are those who will say it’s a big job being president of, the soon to no longer be, the most powerful nation on Earth. Maybe that’s why people can imagine that a lot of what gets done there isn’t your decision. However, I know the impact the president can have on policy and I also know that even with powerful opposition, the president can stand for the right thing.

You were elected on the platform of ‘hope and change’. Hope’s a hard thing to kill because it will remain as long as fools can dream. The only change I’ve seen is that you’ve expanded the theater of the conflicts you swore to end. I’m especially intrigued about your hypocrisy over the Guantanamo detainees. Any one who wants to, knows that most of those people were kidnapped and sold by opportunistic warlords and, since 9/11 was done by the former administration, in tandem with Israel, there are no other 9/11 terrorists.

Hi-ranking members of the CIA have gone on record that there is no Al Qaeda. That’s what makes hiring Blackwater to kill Al Qaeda operatives so damned ironic. If there’s noAl Qaeda, and there is no Al Qaeda, then it must mean that someone other than Al Qaeda is being killed all along. Since Bin Laden’s been dead for years, the constant mention of his name every time you need to scare the public is also pretty low down. I realize that it is the Israeli controlled press that is responsible for this, just as I am certain that Israel controls everything you say and do. It’s got to be a hard thing for the black people to have come so far from slavery only to have one of their own become president and then sell his ass to the descendents of those who operated many of the slave ships AND the slum housing AND the pawn shops AND the liquor stores AND the film industry that portrayed them as Stepin Fetchits and google-eyed retards for such a long time. That’s pretty cold, Mr. President. That’s pretty cold.

Let’s be perfectly clear here, all the evidence points to 9/11 being an inside job that was accomplished by elements in the American and Israeli governments. The beneficiaries of the attack have been fascist elements of the American government and Israel. All the conflicts that followed were orchestrated by dual national Zio-cons in key positions in government and the corporate and media realms. The looming assault on Iran is being drummed up by the same elements. Israel, who does possess nuclear weapons, is in violation of all the things they are demanding from Iran. Iran is not in violation of all the things that Israel and the Israeli-occupied American governments are demanding from them.

So, consider this Mr. President, if your Zionist occupied government in tandem with Israel, carried out the 9/11 attacks; then for what reason have millions been murdered and displaced in Afghanistan, Iraq and now Pakistan? For what reason are all these people dying? If they have no association with 9/11 and the only acts they are committing are in defense of their nation against a pernicious invader then they are not terrorists, they are freedom fighters.

If the Taliban successfully stopped the opium production in Afghanistan why is it now more abundant than at any time in history? Why is this now being blamed on the Taliban who stopped it in the first place?

Now your government is pulling out all the stops to sink the Goldstone Report. Who owns your ass Mr. President?

You’re pounding the pavement for a comprehensive American health plan. Behind the scenes you are cutting deals with the pharmaceutical industry and the rest of the vultures that have kept affordable health care out of America all these years while most every other country has one. I realize the title of this post is misleading by omission. You’re not just a liar as we can see.

Your country’s economy is crashing around your ears. Madness is already surfacing on your streets. As the winter of American discontent comes lurching through the mist of global cooling, accelerating heating costs and the impact on every other area of the American economy is going to ignite the public rage and... perhaps that will keep them warm, Mr. President?

You gave all their money to the bankers who caused the problems in the first place. One of the things that amaze me is the resilience of the hope so many of your people have placed in you. It appears they are a nation of confused children and I suppose that makes you Gary Glitter.

During the rule of your predecessor, FEMA concentration camps were built across the nation and constitutional rights were dismantled and done away with. Gratuitous wars based on transparent lies were initiated in foreign lands and then you were elected to put things right ...and you have allowed all of these things to continue ...and then some. So why are you here really? You’re here to take it to the next step. You’re here to set the forces in motion that make the next step necessary. You and your policies and sycophants, at the behest of the psychopaths who own you, are here to instigate the conditions which make that next step unavoidable.

It’s not going to fly Mr. President. All across the course of history, one demagogue and madman after another has attempted to rule the world and they never pulled it off. You won’t either. What we are witnessing is not the final stages of a long sought after fait accompli. What we are witnessing is a cosmic, morality play with you and your associates as the object lessons.

What is it that causes such large numbers of people to follow so many bad leaders into the desert in search of water? What power closes their eyes to the obvious lies and crimes visited upon them? What has made them so dependent and apathetic that they indulge every injury directed at them? Is it materialism and convenience that weakened their spine? Are there hidden technical or magical forces being directed at them? Is it some combination of many things, or is it just human nature? I don’t know. I see what I see and one of the things I see is you. I see right through you because you aren’t even there. You are composed of colorful smoke that dances before the terrible image of the beast that squats behind you.

Listen up; you would be prison wardens of the planet entire. Your house of cards is set to tumble. The dominoes tremble as the Earth moves beneath them. I won’t ask you to see the light and change your ways. This is not something you are inclined or prepared to do. I will say only this to you, watch and see the fearsome destiny that awaits the perennial scoundrels who prey upon their fellows. Watch and see.

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Sunday, October 4, 2009

Alas Babylon and the Neanderthal Mind.

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It was some ancient Greek who said, “The mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small”. Just about anything anyone ever said, got said in some permutation by an ancient Greek. They had so many different kinds of philosophers that sometimes opposing views were being declaimed on opposite sides of the same river; one weeping and one laughing. In about 2500 years, we’ve gone from a glut of philosophers to a glut of psychopaths. We’ve gone from high art and noble thinking to trash art and ‘stinking thinking’; stealing a term from the most prominent recovery program of our time. People think it’s an economic recovery that we need but what we need to recover is something that has gone missing in ourselves.

It fascinates me to see Israel arm-twisting the world over the Goldstone Report. It is even more fascinating to watch them suborn the official representatives of the victims of Gaza. I watch in disbelief, the appearance of mysterious police forces in small, western towns and the deployment by The Department of Homeland Insecurity of cutting edge, crowd-control weapons to local police forces. There’s no problem at the moment but they’re working on that.

The Earth is rumbling and shaking beneath the floorboards. The bowels of the Earth are an echo chamber for human discontent. We’ve fed her enough nasty cuisine to qualify as the mother of all bad Mexican dinners. Montezuma is not amused and quite a few of you aren’t going to be either. Well, those among us who are literate enough have read the lines about ‘signs and wonders’ might have some idea what it all means. Meanwhile, the drunks in the buckboard of the great ship of state are whooping it up like the boys at the Malamute Saloon.

I have to laugh every time I hear about how the recession (which is not a recession) is turning around and everywhere you look you can’t help but see those green shoots on the Chia head of the economy. Then, every week jobs are going South- metaphorically speaking, if you catch my drift- and unemployment benefits are running out and the actual unemployment figures are inching up to 20%. What little manufacturing remains in the U.S. has had to cut back their production because of lowered demand and- that’s right kiddies- Christmas is coming and winter is coming too.

What startles and fascinates and intrigues me the most though is… that there has been little or no improvement in the human psyche. Surrounded by the trappings of a Shake & Bake, instant gratification culture and all the sophistications of the modern age we are still behaving like Neanderthals. Our religious superstitions, devoid of the previous back mystery of other times, are now empty shells riddled with all the excesses that the front men preach against, while performing them for their own amusement.

Certain things hold a people and a culture together. They may not be the best glue we can get but they serve to provide cohesion and continuity. These things are falling apart and cannot hold together because the chemistry has gone awry. What happens in times like this is that the state arms itself against the people as the wheels come off the cart. They arm themselves to protect themselves -and the few who have looted the system entire- from the coming outrage of the people which they intend to stoke into flames when the time comes. There were and are many better solutions to the situation but… we’re not dealing with enlightened minds. We’re dealing with Neanderthal paranoia and appetites.

All around the globe you can see the busy hands of the demented and deluded at work. The Weasel of Westminster, Tony Blair; that shining light of The Middle East, that prancing poodle for Mr. All Hat and no Cattle, that shimmering scion of nation building in plundered landscapes, which no longer possess nations but are now the summa qua non of dismantled and displaced populations, mourning the absence of their fellows… yes, that Tony Blair is about to bypass The Lupercal and accept the kingly crown of Europe where no doubt he will perform as he has so far; a disgrace to the world, his country and himself.

The president of the United States has exposed himself as a slick liar with zero shame. He’s perched on one of history’s surfboards and riding like a man on a mission known only to himself… coming down off the wave and right into a bottomless, lava tube where there is no light, no recovery and no possibility of return. I’m waving a linen handkerchief as I watch him from my sidecar of the precession of the Simulacra, as it joins the equinox somewhere in hyperspace. Bon voyage Mon Capitaine. It’s a parade he’s leading of blind Geithners and deaf Bernakes; ranks of suited clones descend like armies of zombies in a cemetery of night. “No Exit”, as a pernicious, commie of a Frenchman once said.

The mass of the peoples of the world are not to be outdone. Their heads bob up and down like pink flamingoes- of the John Waters variety- on a drinking glass. Nimrods and Nodwells all, they do their duty to entropy; on their way to replenish the dinosaur juice for some future world of roads to nowhere. It takes a lot of gas to drive to a destination that cannot be reached by any highway. Well, like they say, it’s the journey that’s important. I suppose that even if you never get anywhere you know where you’ve been. What you’ve been is had.

I wish I had a water buffalo that I could ride out past the Great Wall of China like Lao Tzu but I’m not even in China and I suspect it’s not the same world out there that it was in those times. Shambhala is hidden in mist and I’ve no idea where. I suspect Mongolia but I don’t know. I just don’t know.

Who could have imagined we would ever come to a time where an honest statesman was rarer than hummingbird’s teeth? Who could imagine the streams of corruption that run like the rivers in spring, through the marketplaces and houses of worship; through the neighborhoods and communities. It’s a hard call whether confusion or corruption is on top at any given moment. In tandem with the pandemic of ignorance, the specters of black-suited police squads tap with their batons on their Plexiglas shields. They have no idea how they came to be where they are. They know only attack and retreat and they’re not anticipating the latter. I suspect they enjoy their work. The only thing greater than anger in the heart of a bully, is the fear that generates it.

Sometimes there’s nothing you can do. Of course you do what you can. It may seem futile but it’s not. Somehow all the little efforts add up to something further up the road. We cannot see the impact of our humanity against a backdrop of its absence. Sometimes you just have to soldier on. There are two types, so engaged, after two different ends. I suspect that if one can obtain ignominy then one can obtain redemption too. It stands to reason that if there is some great concentration of darkness there must be some great concentration of light as well. It does seem that you have to walk through a lot of darkness to find the light. The reverse would not be true. It’s always harder to go the right way because you can’t travel on the usual routes.

The greatest injury to me is not the daily evidence of dirty doings or the wide indifference to it. It’s the crushing weight of the moment as it soldiers on as well. It’s the ordinary as it passes beyond its own boundaries, as if there might be some succor there. It’s as if perversion would finally arrive at virtue by persistence.

It’s a dark day here. The sky is milk white in anticipation of the season changing. Perhaps that is the atmosphere of this piece.


the young suffer and long
the old regret
i imagine this must be so,
I have not got there yet


it may be this is the usual thing
but not cut in stone
or forced-
a matter of choice


it is the result of reflection
on courses not taken


and courses taken


anyone could go otherwise
than the common road...
the vast herd of the dying
with no way out,
or so they think
or even prefer...


i don't know
i have another way to go
over narrow paths
among high rocks and wind
across
rough water
through crashing darkness
before it turns serene...


but then,
on that further shore...
what is there that might concern me anymore?


no,
you may have your ceremonies
and meet the Queen for tea
you may ride in the carriage of the chosen
over the bodies of the fallen
and over the crest of the roar
of acclaim
as they shout your name...
and where does the carriage go?
you don't want to know...


echos,
I hear them...
the canyon rocks with dreams
and you are unable to awaken-
and you cannot forget
this is why the young
suffer and long
and why the old regret.




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Visible sings: Songwriter by Les Visible♫ Iridescent Dreams ♫
'Iridescent Dreams' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
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