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Monday, October 25, 2010

It's All a Matter of Degrees.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

You know, I don’t have much of anything. I want what any man would want, I think. I don’t know everybody. I don’t even know who I am. My life is stranger than you can imagine and trust me; that is an understatement. I look at this thing with Jeff Rense and Mark Glenn and I begin to see what is wrong with the world. I don’t know much about anything so I have to apologize for what I am doing here. I don’t know what happened and I don’t know anyone involved in a personal sense. I should be downstairs cleaning the kitchen maybe but I’m here instead.

I don’t have any money. You could say I depend on the kindness of friends, or the divine because somehow I get by. I work hard at what I do but I don’t make any money. I’m not complaining. I eat well and I don’t eat for enjoyment in the first place. I eat to live. I think survival has something to do with it.

I think I write really good songs and I can sing too but I’m not a very good musician and I have no ability at recording my work so it doesn’t sound like I think it could. I worked with and met people in music and I tried to do something but there were always these catches that I couldn’t live with because I don’t do what I do for money. Even when I did get a seeming break with Columbia Records, the producer destroyed the music by taking it off of old cassettes instead of DAT Masters and then did other ugly things to it. So I wound up in Tower Records all over the world but I sank like a stone and it should not have been. I wrote a kick ass novel and the publisher misspelled the title of the book in three places and left off the final draft so that it was full of mistakes and this is something a publisher wouldn’t do normally but he did it to me. It sank like a stone and I still can’t understand why there are more used copies of my book for sale on the internet than the amount he told me he sold and I got no money but money was not my objective. I only want to do the work and live and share. That is the sincere truth.

I have a lot of blogs that I write and a radio show that I do for free. I have no advertising on my sites. I am a pathetic person. If it wasn’t that my consort had some money I would be on the street but I work all the time. She isn’t happy with me now because I keep saying that it will happen for me just have faith but it has been a decade and I haven’t come up with much; just a lot of material and no money. You could call me a loser.

You probably wonder how I got this far in life. I worked hard at a lot of things. I really did try but I have a problem compromising myself to an industry that turns the truth into shit because the only thing that I have is my integrity and my invisible friends. I am still working hard and I am still broke and I don’t want anyone to send me money. That is not the point. I got this far so, don’t worry about me.

The point is that you can’t get anything to happen in this world without getting into bed with something that changes what you stood for and I can’t do that but I understand why people do make arrangements and I see in this Rense/Glenn affair what I see with the rest of you who have hurt each other and don’t trust each other because you have to get by and it is hard to get by without losing pieces of yourself in the process. It is all a matter of degrees I don’t have any degrees by the way. I didn’t even finish high school.

It seems to me that this is a house divided scenario. All of us have a single enemy with many personas and it drains our beauty and our drive. It killed the music. It kills everything we love and we sacrifice ourselves to make a difference and that is all a matter of degrees.

I wish I knew what to say but I don’t. I think we are doing the job on ourselves that the bad guys intended. I wish we could be more than that. I guess I have some years left so I hope I can get better at coming to terms with myself and the people around me but I can’t see any way around selling out which compromises the only thing I care about. I will go on writing and singing into the wind and for the entertainment of my invisible friends because that really was my audience all along or... anyone who might care to hear it actually and I don’t know where that’s going to take me but I’m just not going to get into bed with people who already screwed me over to begin with and none of it makes any sense.

I’m going to sing among my olive trees. They don’t have any money but they got olives. I found a dog on a rainy day by the side of the road that was as bedraggled as could be and which I now know was not more than a few weeks old. I was driving by and I had to stop. The dog couldn’t even climb up on the sidewalk. I had food in my car for my dog Poncho and I fed it and I took it home. It was so small. I called it Little Guy and I cared for it and I noticed that its shit was a funny color. One day I saw it by an olive tree eating olives. Raw olives are not tasty and it is funny because a member of The Tribe came to my house one day and was talking about how she had picked olives off of the trees and eaten them and how good they tasted. She was a friend of Lawrence Rockefeller. Have you ever eaten an olive that you picked from a tree? Think about it.

That dog did what it had to do to survive. I miss the Little Guy. Today he is a beautiful dog who lives with a dog handler. I was gardening and he jumped in my flower bed and I pushed him away and he landed on the tile deck and began crying out in pain. I said, “Please God, oh no, what have I done? I’m sorry.” I was weeping and trying to heal him with my heart and all within a few minutes he was okay and I was so grateful. The dog handlers replaced his hip because he had a problem they said. Did I cause that? I don’t know. He always seemed fine but maybe my careless push to a small puppy caused that. He’s fine now and the people who have him made a book of pictures like a real book that they sent us and I can’t think about that dog because I don’t want to admit to myself how much I wished I had been able to keep him but I didn’t‘ deserve him and I can’t afford him. I can hardly feed myself.

Still, this lady from The Tribe could eat olives from the trees. I can’t but I would if I had to before I would sell my ass but I guess I do one way or another so I hope all of you realize that we are all up against the same thing and Mark and Jeff are really, it seems, up against the same thing. I can usually judge someone by their voice and I like the sound of Jeff’s voice and Mark’s voice but it is all degrees. We all live by degrees. I do not like the sound of Alex Jones voice or Bill O’Reilly because it is beyond the degree I can live with.

We are a fellowship and a brotherhood of souls plagued by a common problem and the bad guys win if we let them push us by degrees. I hurt a lot for having to be the way I am and I am near tears writing this and I understand what all of you are up against because I am up against it.

My consort is a saint. She has really been a good friend to me and I have done my best but it is not enough because if I were any kind of a man I would sell my ass to make things right and it’s not like there is a money problem. That is just a perception so I cannot let it rule my life. I will not, even though I have spent my life trying to create things to share, give away what made it possible for me to do it in the first place to a critical degree so that it turns out that all I am really saying is smoking mirrors.

These are dark times and I think we should all have a little more compassion for each other and take the left hand side of the bargain, even when we know we are right. I am willing to take the blame if it will heal the situation. I can only hope that all of us will do what we can to the degree that we can. Wish me well and know that I wish you well with all my heart.


End Transmission.......

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

52 comments:

Anonymous said...

Big hugs Les. I love you
Youre a loser and you dont fit in. GOOD!!! In these dark time wear that as a badge of truth friend!
You know we all should smell our own asses and Im a bit jelous of dogs as they enjoy it!
Angles are dogs, and the are placed here to remind us that the struggle in life isnt going away. Funny they seem to not care or worry bout the struggle but just their owners! Such love! It took me about tens years to stop kickin the dogs around, I was kickin myself.

"The point is that you can’t get anything to happen in this world without getting into bed with something that changes what you stood for and I can’t do that "

Im there too, so I just stop getting things to happen? Keep it simple stuid, things happen without me, and the most wonderful things that have happen too me I didnt make happen either?

Les your lifestyle is your own man, but many people would love to trade places with you. What you cant see in your being others love and enjoy, thats the thing. What we really want we dont get cause we are doing for others, I hope?

Love Your Life

billy said...

Dear Les
I completely understand this post. You quite literally took the pain from my mouth and put it into words. The fact is, I guess, that we are all (those who are awake), going through some trying times. I have 3 horses and a sicilian donkey and often I find they are the only ones that have any understanding of the true situation. Keep writing dude, you are inspiring alot of people.
Billy

kikz said...

be well, les...

reenie said...

I guess we are all in some way having a bad time of it.
Things have really, in the past 24 hours, fallen apart between me and my sister (she doesn't pass the litmus test)
That's ok,almost a relief.
She married a member of the tribe and ever since then money is her God.
I have our mom and I will take care of her to the end,my sister worries about mom's money.
I will pray for you and keep you in my heart,you are very special LV. Love reenie

Anonymous said...

Don't feel too bad about the puppy's hip. I am a veterinarian and it sounds to me like the puppy had a very shallow hip joint, as a congenital problem, and when a dog is like that the slightest bump can dislocate the hip and cause pain. If your push hadn't done it, something else would have.

Pstonie said...

Losers, drug addicts, holocaust deniers, anti-semites, terrorists.

Steady as she goes.

Former meretricious traveller of the IPC said...

Les, although I have not written to you or commented on your blogs lately, I have been faithfully reading your stuff for a few years. I have come to the same conclusions as you have. What determines a "loser"?

Someone who slaves away for a lifetime, shorting their families only to chase fake fiat money while going deeper into debt trying to keep up with their fake friends who are on the same idiotic money chase.

I prefer to spend my time with my wife and son doing simple things like working in our garden. I understood long ago that chasing fake money only makes you a fucking FOOL, no matter how much education one has. I laugh at the "winners" of the world because they have no clue what it's like to not have money, but to be rich beyond my wildest dreams.

Are you happy and content? In the end, that is what really matters. You only have one life, make the most of it.

I have never seen a casket full of money....

I will end it with a Native American saying:

Only after the last tree has been cut down

Only after the last fish has been caught

Only after the last river has been poisoned

Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten

Dublin Mick said...

I wish I knew what to say but I just don't know what to say any more.

I have had a german shepard and a rottweiler who had hip displacia, it is very common and an inherited trait.
If they are born with it walking around on a slippery surface will speed up the process but it will happen at some point anyway.

The shepard would start to run and her hips would just give out.

Anonymous said...

Is that really you talking, Les or is it some demon that is trying to take control right now? It is obvious to those of us who await each of your posts that you are not a loser by any stretch of the imagination. I am sure that you know in the depths of your being that money is not the measure of success by a long shot. In fact, the majority of those people who are wealthy are definitely not the people you would want to associate with....most of them anyway. I ponder the meaning of your commentaries many times over the course of a week or a few days. You, along with your readership have been a source of inspiration and an anchor in this upside down universe. I don't want you to mention ever again that you think you're a loser...it simply is not true!

usurykills said...

Dear Dog Poet,

Appreciated these:
"I should be downstairs cleaning the kitchen maybe but I’m here instead."

"...it is hard to get by without losing pieces of yourself in the process."

"I wish I knew what to say but I don’t."

I know I just keep repeating the banksters are
psychopathic killers guilty of genocide, but they ARE!

Enjoy my lame attempt at humor:

http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/7439075/

usurykills

Anonymous said...

Hey brother, why don't you set up a donations link? With bathos like this, with tenderness like this and with the love you communicate, the gifts will flow. . . you know, voluntary contributions, gifted as a form of appreciation for your presence on this globe.

Much love to you,

Namaste

martin said...

Hey Les we're in the Apocalypse!
Lost?Losing?Loser?Why you have won, are winning & will always be a winner!
See you on the Podium!
Love & light & victory to you!
Smartee

martin said...

Dear Les,
Forgot to mention I came across this wonderful bloke the other day called Ramanathan Iyer & his website Ever New Joy.
He has a very interesting method of meditation by looking at life from the atomic level.
I think you would find his work of benefit to you.
I would encourage you to take a look.
I have been reading your work for a long time & would just like to offer my heart felt infinite gratitude.
Love & light,
Smartee.

Anonymous said...

Here is the Law of Abundance;

You get what you put your attention on; if your attention is on (money) shortages, then that's what you get. And to make it even more complicated; the available money itself goes to where the attention is on. This is the main reason why people have problems and no money, it's a vicious circle. They worry about problems and worry about not having money to pay for those problems, guess what.......

That which you resist will persist, however that what you admire goes away.
Think about it for a minute, HOW could you make this work for you ?

You have to ask for what you want. The deity in the sky wants you to have an abundance, you just need to ask for it. There is one qualifier, it does not understand requests with the words "no & not" in it. What this means is, a request for "no more money problems", will be understood as "more money problems" and that's what you will get. The proper way would be to express gratitude for whatever solution you would like to see.
I meditate daily and express how grateful I am for everything in my life, plus I ask for what I want and most times I get what I want.

You have to create a mental picture of what you want, already assume that you have it and truly believe that you CAN have it. Since money is a via, you cannot ask for money. A via is defined as "by way of; by means of; through" and as such not the actual end results.

This is how my wife and I get what we want, even while we have no jobs. The deity or big computer in the sky wants us to live in abundance. It is only our own mind that creates limits and subsequently limits our ability for creation. If we say to ourselves; "sorry - can't have that", then that's what will happen since we ALWAYS get what we put our attention on.

In your mind, you need to create how you would like your life to be, then you look for ways to make it happen. And as it becomes more real in your mind, it will also become more real in reality. And then something magical will happen, when you least expect it, you will get the needed money for it.

That's how the law of abundance works.

May I suggest to watch the DVD by Wayne Dyer: EXCUSES BEGONE !
On the cover it says: How to change lifelong, self-defeating thinking habits. This is quite the powerful DVD and it would be my pleasure to mail you a copy.
Oliver

Visible said...

I have a donate button already. That wasn't the point of the post. I was just making an example because it is the need for money that caused the situation between the two protagonists. I'm okay. I was just trying to show that this is the difficulty we all deal with. I've had this situation all my life and I have managed but it comes down to the degree that we have to satisfy our needs or desires to expand and reach people in respect of the loss of our integrity as we do. We are all placed in this position and one can be too righteous and get nothing but retain their honor. I don't know how effectively I am saying this but that is what I was about.

Anonymous said...

Hi Les,

not wanting to appear contrarian, nevertheles it is not a matter of "degrees" Les, either in perspective or "formal" education, which means little to nothing.

As I see it, it's the same thing all of us decided upon a long time ago--"which master?" For me, I came to a crossroads where the tidal wave of hate being poured upon certain classes of people became intolerable, as well as those who tolerated or assited in creating that tidal wave...A simple issue of which rock one stands on--against a friend or for him, no different than if someone were to make Les Visible public enemy #1 and oppress him--that person would become MY enemy, and even if we shared the same "degree". really nothing more complicated than that.

MG

Anonymous said...

Chin up Les!
This fight is only getting started.
Look at the French.
Never quit.

Visible said...

I can see by the comments that my point is being missed. I am okay. Jesus. Now I feel stupid to come across as if money were an issue for me. It is not. I will have plenty of that, make no mistake and I am not hurting. I was trying to make a point. This is not about me. It is about a situation we all face. I feel like what should have been a good intent to make something clear has now become something I would never have intended. If that were my game it would have come out a long time ago. I feel like taking down the whole post now and just throwing my hands up in the air. Is it me? Am I not getting through somehow?

I don't feel so hot now and it took a lot out of me to write this.

Visible said...

And I have met that fraud Dr. Wayne Dwyer and I want no part of anything he's into.

Anonymous said...

I’m another regular reader, and have tried to live by the same standards. I’m getting close to the finishing line, and have no regrets, despite the hardships. I can still look at my face in the mirror, and that, for me, counts the most.

But I really wanted to post something entirely unrelated, which might slightly diminish the chances of a tragedy or even a murder. On October 22, The Huffington Post posted this article: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/william-k-black/foreclose-on-the-foreclos_b_772434.html?page=2

I’ve tried to post there the comment below, under my own name and title (I am a university professor), and—unsurprisingly—the comment was rejected. I was greeted instead with: “Sorry, but you have been banned from commenting.” I’d like, if I may, have this warning posted someplace in cyberspace, and this site is as good as any. Thanks.

Here is the rejected comment:

For the past few months I've been studying the PATTERN of political assassinations in the USA and have been able to predict one murder, just before it took place. This pattern works like that: If you cross a certain line, your very existence becomes intolerable to the Central Bankers. They first try intimidation, if they can. Failing intimidation, the bankers and their allies see to it that genuine democrats like Black and Wray “commit” suicide, fall off a bridge, get caught in a sex scandal, “abuse” their spouses, lose their job, or die in a car, boat, or airplane accident. With this courageous, incisive article, both writers (but especially Prof. Black) crossed the Central Bankers’ line. There isn't much Black and Wray can do to protect themselves, short of going into hiding. At the very least, they should be careful and never, ever, be alone. They shouldn’t fly, shouldn’t go out at night, should always be alert. In popular thrillers, the Bill Blacks of the world win. In the real world, they rarely do—they just lose their reputations, jobs, or lives.

I know this sounds crazy. It would have sounded crazy to my former self of 20 years ago. But that is how the Central Bankers remain in charge: when all else fails, they murder anyone who poses a threat to their rule.

Anonymous said...

Les we love you. You are actually free of the 'money-changers'. The only real 'money' in life is what you do, for that is life. The rest is a scam on society. Usury is stealing another's future labor, much like war, it produces nothing but takes everything, since our 'money' is debt and you have none, you are free, do not despair, you are not a loser until you give up the fight for life and as for the dog, well it is my observation that small animals suffer the toxic world we live in worse than us humans. You are not responsible for the dogs hip injury. We all have been battling depression because the world as we know it is changing, as you well know. I can relate to you because I too have no money, songs, poetry and recordings that few have heard and ripped off by the 'entertainment industry' and now paying fealty to my wife! Go to the street and play your music loud, god forbid you might even make some of that debt(money) people want soooo much!

Anonymous said...

I’m another regular reader, and have tried to live by the same standards. I’m getting close to the finishing line, and have no regrets, despite the hardships. I can still look at my face in the mirror, and that, for me, counts the most.

But I really wanted to post something entirely unrelated, which might slightly diminish the chances of a tragedy or even a murder. On October 22, The Huffington Post posted this article: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/william-k-black/foreclose-on-the-foreclos_b_772434.html?page=2

I’ve tried to post there the comment below, under my own name and title (I am a university professor), and—unsurprisingly—the comment was rejected. I was greeted instead with: “Sorry, but you have been banned from commenting.” I’d like, if I may, have this warning posted someplace in cyberspace, and this site is as good as any. Thanks.

Due to size constraints, the rejected comment itself appears shortly after this one.

Anonymous said...

Here is the rejected comment to The Huffington Post:


For the past few months I've been studying the PATTERN of political assassinations in the USA and have been able to predict one murder, just before it took place. This pattern works like that: If you cross a certain line, your very existence becomes intolerable to the Central Bankers. They first try intimidation, if they can. Failing intimidation, the bankers and their allies see to it that genuine democrats like Black and Wray “commit” suicide, fall off a bridge, get caught in a sex scandal, “abuse” their spouses, lose their job, or die in a car, boat, or airplane accident. With this courageous, incisive article, both writers (but especially Prof. Black) crossed the Central Bankers’ line. There isn't much Black and Wray can do to protect themselves, short of going into hiding. At the very least, they should be careful and never, ever, be alone. They shouldn’t fly, shouldn’t go out at night, should always be alert. In popular thrillers, the Bill Blacks of the world win. In the real world, they rarely do—they just lose their lives.

I know this sounds crazy. It would have sounded crazy to my former self of 20 years ago. But that is how the Central Bankers remain in charge: when all else fails, they murder anyone who poses a threat to their

chuckyman said...

Thank you Les. That is truly the most human and humble statement I have heard in a long time.

EtherEagle said...

It's about integrity. Thanks Les.
Sometimes this is easily misunderstood.

Anonymous said...

I think this relates a little to the current topic but it will probably seem like a trivial thing to most people. My stomach was in knots earlier today because I used a credit card for the first time in my life ... family emergency ... needed to refill a phone card ... you know how it goes. Anyway it feels like I've sold out and I'm wondering how many more concessions I'll make before my life's journey comes to an end. Good on ya, Les, for not falling into the money pit. What you’ve got and what you’ve given far surpasses anything that could have a dollar sign attached to it.
M. Rocknest (Em)

tangel476 said...

At least you are not a corporate sellout.

Anonymous said...

Hi Les,
"The Dark Splendor" is my favorite novel of all times! It beat out "Lord of the Rings" to top my younger brothers 'all time favorites' as well. It was so incredible I had to put it down a number of times (no joke) and take slow, deep breaths to reset my internal sanity barometer - and I have a very high threshold. I felt like Sebastian in the "Neverending Story". I might not be some 'learned expert' but I've been reading 2-3 hours a day since I was five and I want you to know I think your style and skills are second to none. If you'd published through more "commercial" channels I am sure it would have sat on the NY Bestseller list for a long time!
Anyways, I believe what you said about just wanting to share with the world because I am the same way, and I want to say Thank You!! for this amazing piece of literature. It is desert island, time capsule, and 'first thing we show the aliens' worthy!!!
One Love,
Mike M.
Elgin, IL

Lukiftian said...

This is one of the best posts you've ever written.

My two best friends are the cat in my lap and the wolf at my door. They're always there for me.

I wish you well Les.

Peter of Lone Tree said...

Crystallization is possible on any foundation. Take for example a brigand, a really good, genuine brigand. I knew such brigands in the Caucasus. He will stand with a rifle behind a stone by the roadside for eight hours without stirring. Could you do this? All the time, mind you, a struggle is going on in him. He is thirsty and hot, and the flies are biting him; but he stands still.

Another is a monk; he is afraid of the devil; all night long he beats his head on the floor and prays. Thus crystallization is achieved.

In such ways people can generate in themselves an enormous inner strength; they can endure torture; they can get what they want. This means that there is now in them something solid, something permanent.

Such people can become immortal. But what is the good of it? A man of this kind becomes an “immortal thing”, although a certain amount of consciousness is sometimes preserved in him. But even this, it must be remembered, occurs very rarely.

In what way can one evoke the struggle between “yes” and “no” in oneself?

Sacrifice is necessary. If nothing is sacrificed nothing is obtained. And it is necessary to sacrifice something precious at the moment, to sacrifice for a long time and to sacrifice a great deal. But still, not forever. This must be understood because often it is not understood. Sacrifice is necessary only while the process of crystallization is going on. When crystallization is achieved, renunciation, privations, and sacrifices are no longer necessary.
-- P.D. Ouspensky, In Search of the Miraculous: Fragments of an Unknown Teaching (San Diego: Harvest/HBJ, 1977).

Anonymous said...

I feel , similarly (if I dont misunderstand), that every move in the direction of making a living involves coopting into the problems that start at that point. sometimes I think I am a bit too precious about it, and maybe being too humble/principled lets the bad guys win. too hard on myself maybe I am scared of becoming corrupted, maybe scared of letting go of the struggle. still, I'm sure that the resisters (I call myself a refusenik) and truth seekers are correct. If I may, heres a dump from lyrics of Midnight Oil band, a song from the alte 70's which captures my view of the lack of choice without $$ in our kind of society, having to take or dish out those silver dollars to "get by".

Keep on boiling it down and panning it out, youll be left with the gold. Trust but verify... but also maybe doubt but praise.

love and peace
..pierre

Midnight oil - Loves On Sale

Haul me up I'm waiting
Oh yeah yes I'm waiting
Waiting now they say for shopping day
I'll pretend that I'm a rich man
And I'll carry it away
Oh yeah it sounds real nice
If you got money, then it's a steal
Give me a dollar, I'll give you a deal

Everybody says that love's on special and sale
And everything you've ever wanted you've got to pay for
It seems so easy and gettable, yes it's real

If you've got money, it's such a steal

Everybody says that love is the number one
But everytime you try to get some, you've gotta buy it
It's all so special, accessible, pretty and nice

It's oh so wonderful, at a price

You can rent a life today
Why worry about the real thing
Pay up now and plug in quick
It's easy to co-ordinate
Just credit card the right idea
Why wait around and contemplate
The hidden cost of what you've got
It's better not to

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/midnight+oil/#share

Anonymous said...

Les, you're not a loser. Losers are people who sell out on their values and beliefs in order to "fit in" with society. As long as you love what you do, keep doing it.

By the way, where do you live? If you live near San Francisco, why don't you call Aquarius Records and ask the staff there to listen to your music? They're broad-minded folks and they can tell you if your music's good or needs polishing. They might be able to suggest ways you could improve recording your stuff. Their website is www.aquariusrecords.org. Good luck!

As for writing a novel, ask someone to proof-read it for you for spelling and grammatical errors before you send it off to a publisher. Always keep a copy in case the publisher "loses" the manuscript. Scribd.com is a good place to park your copy, I park my short stories there under my account. It's free and you can allow people to read your copy and comment on it. There may be a writers' group in your town who can advise you on your intellectual rights, how to approach publishers, maybe even suggest you publish the novel yourself.

Nayon said...

Good one Les, don't take it down, it brings about a very good point. Garth Brooks wrote; ''I don't do this to change the world, I do this so the world knows it will not change me.''

For some of us, integrity bares a heavy price. 2 months ago, I lost my job because I took a decision based on Love and I had no money aside. I could have kept it by selling out, but we are not of that kind. To everyone around me, because of that, I'm also a looser. Very few people put Love first on this planet. We might look like an endangered species, but I'd like to think that it is really the other way around. In ''The Matrix'', the architect says that only 1% find their way out by not compromising with the illusion. Loosing money over Love is actually a great test for us to demonstrate the power of God.

My invisible friends told me I had nothing to fear, and they were right. At the last minute, I was saved by unexpected money. A scary experience, but a great spiritual growth.

Love to all.

Anonymous said...

Loser? Don't be coy. You are one of the best writers on the internet. Remain humble however. The great are always humble, at least in my humble opinion...

Anonymous said...

I'm with Jeff Rense on this deal. Mark Glenn is a big whiner. Plus, he has too many kids to feed. I noticed some time back that Mark had issues, but now he's taken to judging everyone.

Sorry, the various people that attack Jeff Rense need to get a clue. I'm getting really tired of these losers taking pot shots at Jeff Rense.


Mark Glenn is a weirdo. Plus, he needs to learn about birth control. He's an embarrassment to himself.

steamedfrog said...

Well said and well done, fellow loser! Let's keep singing, dreaming and doing our best by those that do right by us.

peace,
Froggie

Anonymous said...

Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don't cheat with it.

Anonymous said...

You're loved, Visible. Not a problem with your post or your readers' reading. People are just taking the opportunity to let a little more show. Knew you'd understand.

Anonymous said...

Truth can only be
True, like a perfect arrow;
Truly, straight and true.

pax verbum

Masher1 said...

Les,
Perhaps some day you will have a session or two go into my recorder for some fun. Birds of a feather and all. Flat broke wolf at the door and harshness at every angle to my being. Fill the stomach and pay the bills requires everyone to play the games lest ye starve and sleep in the street. I guess being without any rudder or a hope for better times is just the punishment a weirdo deserves. I care not. Beat me,Kick me throw me to the curb.... Every thing done is just another bump along my road. I would hope for better but better is an elusive fantasm and those willing to engage in goodness seem to be as well. I search on hoping i will still have roof over head at weeks end. Search on for some reason to continue.....

Whatever.

Anonymous said...

Hello Les, Man you are very funny, this is some serious shit your taking about and people think you need some coin...I sold out along time ago and now that you point it out, it was by degrees...how much does one compromise ones integrity?....Life is hard and it helps to have a sense of humor...thank god we are not here that long...I don't give up easy and I have a feeling you don't either LV.... Only the best to you my brother....Terrance

est said...

as i shouted to that brother on the street the other day

'expect nothing,
you'll never
be disappointed'

"fair enough"
he said
---
oh yeah

don't forget
about our
perpetual
state of
grace

Zellie said...

Mark Glen is okay...Rense is losing it...9 kids is great...ALL kids are great...if you can LOVE them, provide for them AND care to take the time to raise them, you should have them! I'm a fifth of 9 so I know what I am talking about!!! Your children will be the treasures of your long life...ask my Dad, 80 1/2 years old, fell and broke his hip, has not been left alone for one day in 42 days...his children have traveled from the ends of the earth to be by his side, to love him, care for him, change his diapers, cut his hair, fingernails, toenails, massage his shoulders, bring him delicious and nutritious home cooked meals, encourage him, pray for him and pray with him, comfort him, love him more, thank him, and honor him, and be there for him every step of the long healing way...that is LOVE my friend, and that is the love of grown children coming home to roost for a wonderful beloved parent who showed the greatest love of all!!!

gene kalmes said...

Les, I have 134 videos up on my youtube channel, a CD for sale, 2 novels for sale and 14 screenplays in a box. I have seen many of my ideas stolen by Hollywood....yes stolen...as in hey great story lets change it a bit and not pay this guy anything. I have proof but have yet to get around to suing...lawsuits aren't part of my nature...

I like you give my art away. Unlike you, I don't have dozens of people who seem to care. If I did I would have some comments on my videos but I have embarrassingly few. If not for my friend from High school I would be pretty sure I was like Bruce Willis in the 6th sense. Dead only I don't know it.

I understand what you meant in your article and yes, we are all victims of this grand imbalance that is caused by a few greedy psychopaths. And as many of us contemplate how the hell we manage to survive on very little I answer it with it being testimony of a good God.

I spend countless hours trying to figure out how I can do something to help send those few psychos packing to Hell but instead end up performing to an empty youtube channel.

And one might conclude that if my videos didn't suck then I would have many comments but that is not the truth at all. For if they did suck there would be no shortage of people telling me how much they suck.

So I deduce censorship and tell myself because if they allowed my snowball to gain momentum then it might bowl them over.

I think the same is true of you.

Anonymous said...

fascinating.
In my view the first 100% truthful vernacular.
[about time--*said with respect*]
Balls to the walls.

Right the fug on.

I know the score: been there DOING that.
It's tough but there ain't no upside to sucking dick for cookies.

VERY MUCH APPRECIATE you showing "the life".

...and indeed the enemy REQUIRES THAT THE UNWARY USE THEIR VERNACULAR AND PERSPECTIVE: THAT IS THE PATH TO SELF DEBASEMENT.

The "true self' is quite glorious in it's simplicity.
eat. shit. make something that expresses joy and adds to self sustenance and if one is lucky; love deep and hard when it finds you.

as one is able: check the mirror and be honest about the details revealed: if changes need be made: make them; rewind, remix: press play.

there is NOTHING else.
bravo
[excuse the presumption]

Anonymous said...

You're a worthless sack of beans because you haven't killed anyone that needs killin coward...being a coward sucks donkey dik.

Frankly, everybody that flies should make a zip gun that fires a .22 cal round out of a piece of round Teflon stock. Bore out a hole, rig a firing pin and a spring and then using much KY jelly, (or maybe not so much if already used to keistering objects) shove that 5" long zip up your colon and board a plane. (Don't worry, the new screening machines won't alert on such...which btw is the point)

Before disembarking the flight, surreptitiously eject the cylinder leaving such on the plane.

"Breaking News, all USA flights grounded as hundreds of keistered KY covered zip guns found on airliners throughout the USA. Sadly, Head of Homeland Security, Janet Napolitano, while demonstrating keistering for a segment on CBS 60 Minutes, accidentally kills herself when zip goes off in her ass".

a GrebBear said...

'They' ... have marginalized the flow of Love through restrictive, ridiculous channels. Hoping OUR pent-up creative potentials will rot, in the realms of the thought prison, 'should/could have been'

Dog Poet, you are a GENIUS !!
... and Y-OUR audience isn't invisible.

Thank You )
... for reminding US,

The Apocalypse requires Determination
... there is NO !! FUCKING WAY !!
'they' will Break US .

WE May BE Hurting ...
... for the immense LOVE potential, WE haven't been able to share.
... for OUR talents that have been ignored/stolen.
... for a momentary reminder/recharge of OUR BElief in LOVE.
WE are INDOMITABLE LIGHT !!
... and when WE speak OUR personal TRuTH, filled with LOVE and H-ONE-STY ... watch out darkness.

Dog Poet, you are the richest man I feel I know. The only person I know who speaks their Truth ... I have learned more about myself, through you, and because of YOU ... well frankly, I have no adjectives (superlative or otherwise)that even come close enough to fitting ??

Thank YOU ))
... some day WE will smile about all this,
I BElieve it so it shall BE.

sincerely,
a GrebBear

Peace Love Light Truth
(- ;
; -)

Anonymous said...

Yeah, done that, been there, bought the t-shirt and the soundtrack.
I used to be a poor musician in financial terms. Jeez, I'd never been so broke in my life. After alot of struggles, and of course, certain concessions we got our long awaited major deal. At the time the singer of the band (also my best friend) was killed in a freak accident while working in Thailand as a tour operator to get some cash for equipment. The major deal fell through and left me in a void. I had no plan B. At some stage I ditched music and decided to make money and that led me to becoming a commodities trader in a boilerhouse operation. I was cheating and lying and making more money in a month than I had made in three years. Funny, but during that time I had a sort of permanent fever. My face and ears were almost burning up. The people I hung around with had only money on their minds. A disgusting crowd. I had a rolex and a porsche, the model girlfriend and a penthouse. To hold up performance I starting taking coke and selling it.I drank alot too. Needless to say I ended up burnt out and was fired because I lost 6 Million dollars of customer equity in one day(thanks to Nick Leeson). So I took time out and travelled around India for 8 months to regain some sort of equilibrium. A year later I was flat broke again. Sold the rolex and the porsche, moved into a small place, the girlfriend went off with my former boss. I hadn't felt so relieved since a long time. I took one day at a time, did therapy, learnt Reiki, learnt to cook, got a cat, meditated. I learnt to enjoy the small things again. Since 911 I've researched this world and realised the need to question everything.
So now I'm almost 50, still broke, no kids, three cats with problem backgrounds and a companion who just lets me be me. I've explored the depths of my soul and looked at all the shit. A luxury as I see it now. Time to do that is pure luxury.
So now.
I'm trying to sell my screenplays to the film industry, who are ever wanting me to sell out write goofy teen bullshit. I could, but I won't, I can't even though the missus tries to relativate the concessions by reminding me occasionally that we do have bills to pay, which does pang guilt.
If I take an odd job, it will only last a few days as I'm not in a position to compromise my integrity anymore. I just can't do it. It's not a thing of choice. If I get hot ears...I'm off (grin).
Everyone thought I was a lazy git living off my lady's money and what I get from unemployment benefit, but that's beginning to change. When it comes down to it I'm not lazy. I keep my house in order and I do alot of stuff for others, without getting true appreciation for it. I don't mind that.
Now that things are getting bad for everyone, I find that the qualities I've worked on have given me an edge. A lot of people I know, who always sneered and laughed at me, are losing it right now, they're going weird in the real sense of the word, because they haven't put the necessary effort in to evolve. They chased the paper and have equally not a lot to show for it, except they are empty and lost and I'm not. The apocalypse has come home to roost, so to speak. Sometimes I'd like to say "I told you so", but I pinch myself and try to find a solution for them, even though they end up doing the opposite and getting into more shit. The cognitive dissonance is showing through big time and it won't stop until people take the time to straighten out their perspectives. This is not something that any instant saviour can remedy. There will be no mass awakenings, I'm afraid. No effort, no salvation.

You've put the work in, Les. Don't let it dis you, just because their shit bowl reality catches up with you now and again.

Fuck the "what have you got to show for it" fools. What have they got to show for it?


wv: dangl.
ROTFL, yeah, shove your carrot up your arse!

est said...

no time
for despair

to arms !
to arms !

Anonymous said...

I prefer the word 'inspirational' as opposed to 'loser' when I think of you Les.

I am also very poor now as I am not playing their game as well as they would like me to.

I am going backwards financially in a big way but as you put it so well, ...'it is hard to get by without losing pieces of yourself in the process'.

I have lost so many pieces in my former slumber and hang my head sometimes.

My redemption is to practice the art of 'losership' if this is what it takes.

Yep! 'I'm a loser baby'... and proud to be!

Great post Les, as usual, thankyou!

AUDPaulE

ChewyBees said...

It's always so interesting to me that when someone has a trying time in their life, most particularly a death but also other circumstances, that anyone and everyone seems to have some kind of equal or worse story to relate. It's as if those stories were the healing, a 'Job' job to get you to realize that it couldn't be so bad as someone else once had it. Well it is, and it isn't.
I am perhaps the biggest loser in my entire family. Don't get me wrong, I am as honest as the day is long, I care and I love and I, I, I...but I don't fit the corporate model.
Today in fact I had quite a revealing to myself about my entrance into this consciousness to where I am now. The entire execution of the subroutine that is my life within the meta has been one of resistance. I have never offered to anyone an authority over me without my first believing they deserved it, and that includes my parents. That doesn't mean I was a delinquent, it just means I ‘picked and choosed’ my mentors and the rest could go to hell. It meant many a poor report card, many a lost ‘friend’ and a great divide of trust between myself and every member of my family. I was also exposed to the oxymoron that is religion wherein a great friend and leader of the church was whisked away by fools in a church council. I graduated from Columbine high school, before it all happened, but still I knew enough people and the neighborhood that I was given a clear and absolute message that my security was in the hands of one person...me. So too was my freedom. So too was my relationship with the Creator.
I did graduate, and did go to college and after years of struggle against that machine I graduated with the lowest GPA possible (2.0). I have run the wringer of failed jobs, failed training, failed companies, failed contracts, and failed visa immigration programs pitted against me since then.
It all comes down to the fact that I am not the corporate PERSON they want to make me into. I am no serf or peon or worker or any of it. I suck at it. That is the greatest blessing of my entire life. Even if I am living in a tent I have been brought to that tent for a reason. The difference between myself and those who oppose me is that I don't go into the tent, create a bunch of smoke and come out exhorting to the masses what God's instructions are.
Whether you like the determination or not Les, you are a prophet brother. All prophets have always been philosophers against the machines of government that are created and manipulated by evil people. But remember, these prophets have always made a difference, and before there was the original laws of the 10 commandments there was civilization of a totally different character, one that we should desire to get back to. It is one in which the deceptions of men based on greed or vanity or whatever backwards Evol you choose is impossible. If we manifest it, as a group of loving beings, it will come...

MK said...

Your sadness leaks off the page with this one... and I hope you're over the worst part of that now. There's a lot of love out here for you, you know?

"She isn’t happy with me now because I keep saying that it will happen for me just have faith but it has been a decade...


I hope her faith still shines Vis, because your time has come.