Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet (Silky Lilly Nelson, R.I.P. 11/11/11).
Today is 11/11/11. I don't place significance on any dates because I don't know what they mean. I know others do, even if they don't know what they mean. I know that things gain significance if they have meaning in many minds, even if they don't know what they mean. The day is significant for me, if only in a personal way but every day is such a day for someone. People concern themselves about Armageddon but Armageddon comes for someone every day too, even if only in a personal way; “any man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind”. Many great lines have been repeated from that poem; books and movie titles have followed and the wisdom contained in it is sufficient to answer most questions concerning our conduct and our desires. If we are open to the answers, we will find that formerly we were not and that is the linchpin that connects us to our troubles, such as they may be.
Here are the faces of some of the richest (by material wealth) among us. Here is what is happening in our midst as a result of some of the richest among us and it pertains to every field of endeavor where profit and the indifference to consequence follows. Here is the shape it takes in offenses against us and the very ground on which we stand. Here is the nature of those chosen by the oppressor to enforce their will upon us and proof positive that the selection of certain types among us is not accidental but on purpose.
The assault on a 'family and friends' picnic in Nevada; the Southern Nevada Health District made them destroy their organic food and pour bleach on it so that it couldn't even be fed to the pigs, shows us that the police state, which is the inescapable and predetermined result of the corporate control of government and the social construct is a reality. This is what always follows the course of materialism, when it has become preeminent in our way of life. Venal, predatory acquisition junkies, bean counters and lawyers, conspire with the appetites of the terminally ignorant to create a nightmare, where only the privileged can dream in peace. What they never comprehend, or refuse to accept, is what also eventually follows in the wake of their abuses; their own downfall and enduring ignominy. That is what sits upon the horizon now and soon, even their enforcers will be walking away from their posts. This is one of the tenets of The Apocalypse, eventually the awakening burns through the denial and self interest of those duped into the service of the darkness.
Every veteran and soldier assaulted on the front lines of the global protests against the 1% and their enablers, awakens a greater rage in the hearts of their fellows, who already know how little remains on the table for them, regardless of their sacrifice. Every member of the police, who is not completely compromised by the lies and their own surfaced brutality and self interest, is being awakened to the nature of the Draconian laws they are being compelled to enforce. We hold these truths to be 'self' evident because that is what is revealing them.
As has been stated many times previous, the cardinal mistake of the ruling class is when they finally seek to destroy the middle class. The middle class is their one remaining buffer between them and the mob and swells the ranks themselves, apace with its surging emergence. In recent times and now increasingly logarithmic, all of the foul plots and activities of those making war on humanity are turning against them. Everything they seek to perform out of sight, or under cloak of cloud and turbidity, is outed and revealed by mysterious hand. The recording of Obama and Sarkozy concerning Netanyahu is a classic indicator of cosmic gotcha.
Their fortunes made from deception, fraud and outright theft, are now hostage to the systems they reaped them from. Their wars for profit have gone amiss. In response, they reach out to greater fields of conquest, stretching themselves beyond the possibility of necessary defenses and the safety of their own person. They are blind and made more blind by the cosmic agents of their pending destruction; 'step by step and inch by inch, Niagara Falls' and so falls America; home of the flea and land of the knave. “Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble”.
In an age of materialism, The Lord of Darkness is very, seemingly predominant but what those who serve and depend on him do not realize is that he is the cosmic district attorney and the jury is stacked with the demonic relatives of the demons they were assisted by. The demons themselves are the witnesses for the prosecution but that follows later. First comes the fear and trembling and individual, terrestrial justice that attends their departure to the infernal court. David Rockefeller and Henry Kissinger are awaiting the call, in the waiting room of their final hours; Guy De Rothschild has already preceded them. I warrant they can feel that cold wave of fear at the nape of their necks, when they aren't feeling the hot breath of fire from the one whose kingdom they approach by the moment.
The world trembles on the abyss. Italy is in economic tailspin and cannot be saved except at the loss of the European Union, which is the kind of safety net that makes certain the man overboard cannot swim in any direction but down. Doesn't that mean the European Union is lost in any case if Italy falls? What to do? What to do; foment a greater and wider war? Attended by some comprehensive actions of applied global Eugenics; given that Rockefeller is the chief agent of that philosophy, via the Rockefeller, Eugenics Foundation? Iran waits in the cross-hairs and most of the nations of the world have already chosen sides and in many cases purely for their own survival. The Russian Bear and The Chinese Tiger, lurk and crouch, seemingly from the sidelines of the moment, until the moment reveals the truth of the moment.
Nothing is what it was and tomorrow will be incrementally different from today. The increments move closer to together and increase in velocity. Summa iru seems to be the best expression of our darkest hour, unless some unmistakable voice calls you to action. Strange times have found us and we are not here by accident, no matter to what extent we have lost our purpose and forgotten the requested destiny that brought us here into these times. Fortune may favor the bold but that tactic has grown old and irrelevant, when fortune has come to mean something gained at the expense of your fellows. We are becoming self evident, defined by those things we have given over the industry of our hearts and hands and minds to realize or possess. We are the tiny totality of what we value and seek after. We are the microcosm of our own liberation and doom.
Fall approaches the midpoint and Winter waits beyond. Turmoil and the faint promise of an uncertain Spring are afoot but Winter lies between. What does that mean to those who live in the tropics (grin)? I am not amused but laughter and mirth can have many a motive. When the ground is moving beneath you, can you put your faith in what surrounds you? Can metaphor, analogy and allegory suffice for what cannot be directly stated? We are captives of the unknown, in search of epiphany and revelation and these shall surely come in differing dimensions to each of us, according to our works and intentions. I am not disturbed. I have no evident basis for this but my hope does not lie in the evident or the seeming. Appearances lie and so do those who judge and proclaim according to them.
When all around you fails, seek within. When the outer world is a trembling uncertainty, come and abide in the inner realms. If Hell approaches then Heaven does as well. What you are, determines what you see and the meaning that is companion to it. Our interpretations are determined by the outcome we after. Our values are our fate, as is our character. Even in this dire hour there is hope and there is time, so long as the opportunity for change is present there is the real possibility of it. It has been truly said, “where there is life there is hope”. Winds destroy and winds carry. Water kills and quenches thirst. Fire burns yet warms the hearth. I have nothing more to say.
'Nothing More' is track no. 5 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'
Lyrics (pops up)