Dog Poet Transmitting.......
“May your noses always be at the high end of the descending wind of the tale in your four footed truth’.
I want to get a little off the beaten path today (obscure pun intended) and get a little pre or post Freud as you prefer. Some of you may know that what Freud came up with was not applicable across the board with all of us. I was very young when I read Freud. I read Freud and Nietzsche at around the same age. I won’t say at what age, lest some here might think I’m trying to pull an Orson Welles (grin). This was my entry into Western methodologies, which lasted right up until I took some fantastic Sandoz LSD, or was it the Owsley Green Smear, the first time? I can’t remember now. It took very little time for me to realize that it was mostly bullshit- everything I had learned to that point, but at the same time I realized the world was not real in the sense it had been originally impressed on me so... maybe it’s only bullshit outside the confines of that parameter. It was clear to me that I was going to be living outside that parameter, therefore, it was bullshit. I had turned into a fine pseudo-intellectual on the way however. My own bullshit, or call it illusions if you wish, were also exposed to me.
I saw not only the trap I was in but the trap the world, as it was generally understood, put everyone in. I instantly knew the essence of what was actually important and all of the relevant philosophies arrived on the mind’s doorstep. The purity of the astral and mental planes at the time of my early arrival, in comparison with what others found after, once the human mind of the time had polluted the pond are in striking contrast to each other. Factor in the clarity of the substance as well. It was pure and for some years it could be had. The explosion of consciousness on the part of those original pioneers of the mind’s frontiers, of which I was one, shocked and changed the world... in a very good way. I thought a mystical bridge had been crossed and nothing would ever be the same old same old again. I thought the whole world, or at least those who were traveling with me, were going to walk into a new dimension and never look back. That’s what I thought.
The world was a lot more powerful than I gave it credit for though and the general population was a lot more sucked in and nailed down than I had imagined. There were wide open skies for a period of time and then, via Manson and the CIA, the Church of the Final Process, century’s old satanic pre-dot orgs and all sorts of nasty customers went to work on the landscape of consciousness. It was only a short leap from there to Reagan-Bush-Clinton-Bush-Obama. Adjustments had to be made and some of them were painful. Sure, I could have gone off into the wild. I did go off into the wild. I went off into the ‘it doesn’t get any more wild than this’ Truman Show of my own life but the sucking pull of the world inferno and the tracking ringwraiths had something to do with the whole thing too.
I’ll admit to deep disappointment when the same old same old came back as the new and improved; improved being a blind for much more seriously fucked up; more superficially materialized, trivia became art or art became trivia but that’s mostly irrelevant because it was incomprehensible and it was supposed to be. It was pretending to be enlightening and aware-making, basically playing God but it wasn’t God, it was the ass-end of the end times or... how do I say this? It was what it desperately, atavistic, survival based had to be in order to continue to survive as a soul eating industrial complex. That’s right about where we find ourselves right now. I should mention we don’t all have the same right now. There is a right now but only so many people are in it and that, only by degrees.
I thought in the 60’s that Hallelujah! The Extraordinary Interdimensional Ship had arrived and I was there for it. History was a bloodstained highway of torment, oppression, war and revolution, brief moments of clarity for some, containing the possibility of places to get away to but confining nonetheless. But what did I know? What I thought I knew was that (cue the band) this is the dawning of the age of Aquarius and so on and so forth with a little second coming thrown in, as I understood it. You have to understand, I had just come out of a young life of daily brutality that was epic even in the culture where it thrived; the military. I had been a martial arts dummy for a monster and can you imagine what this kind of freedom looked like to me? Bet you can’t (grin).
My punishments weren’t of the order of some of the violations so common today. My punishments were the result of a left handed free being who had no idea of what was going on, being daily brutalized on all levels by all mediums and double dammed by the inability, not only of not following orders but of even understanding them. I guess you could have called me Wrong Way Visible at that point because I did everything wrong and yeah, it was on a glass slide and it got the corporal applications of, discipline building, future soldier boy world.
I spent that whole time of my life thinking that somebody made a mistake in placement. I wasn’t born to make war or be a soldier. I was in some kind of Richard Lovelace space like,
“When love, with unconfined wings, hovers within my gates
And my divine ALTHEA brings to whisper at my grates
When I lie tangled in her hair and fettered with her eye
Birds that wanton in the air know no such liberty
When flowing cups run swiftly round with no allaying THAMES
Our careless heads with roses crowned, our hearts with royal flames
When first decreeth in wine we steep when healths and rafts run free
Fishes that tipple in the deep know no such liberty
Stone walls do not a prison make not iron bars a gate
Minds innocent and quiet take that as a hermitage
If I have freedom in my love and in my soul am free
Angels alone that soar above enjoy such liberty”
...but I didn’t have the money or the name. I was just Butch, which is what I was called as a kid. Then I got to be Les, which led to less and less. Visible seemed the operative escape hatch but what is it that escapes? What is risked?
Let me tell you something right now that you can take to every bank of every kind of modality; nothing ventured, nothing gained. You want something specific, like I did? You will be tested. You can have the whole enchilada. It awaits you in beckoning repose. However, nobody gets the goods who does not pay the price. You say you want truth, Love and freedom? You will not find them in the marketplace. No Rothschild, no emperor, no Pope, no genius, gets the goods who does not endure what is required. It’s not at Wal-Mart. You can have it but you must risk everything and not just once. I know whereof I speak. The price is you and that is the case across the boards so, if you are confused... think about it. What do you want? I know what I want and I know what I don’t want. That makes me as rich as anyone can be and includes Xanadu too, in case you got confused thinking about real estate, cause, we all get pulled down by our passions and find them empty someday, eventually? The transition is upon us. I’ve no doubt of that now and the last thing I am concerned with is what I’m going to do about it. I’m not going to do anything. I have been doing it all along and so have you. We have been doing what we have been doing and now we are seeing what we are seeing. It’s here people. I know a lot of you feel it so, really, all you have to ask yourself is; what do I want and what have I done?
What do I want and what have I done? “Compassion is a weapon from the sky against being dead”. I don’t see enemies in the moment and I don’t see weasels ripping my flesh. What I see is awakening and it’s coming to a theater; a department store, a metropolis, a war zone, a bank, a super market, a meadow, a body, a tree and a building near you soon. This is just the trailer.
I think you can put aside all of your concerns now and just ask yourself; “who am I and what do I want to be and do be do. Of course, you might want to ask yourself, “Who do I rely on”?
As I said... I was very disappointed for what (to me) was a long time; disappointed in my hopes for the world and disappointed in myself in my inconsistent efforts and serial failures but I’m not disappointed now. At the moment, I feel remarkably good, better than I have in a long, long time. In a relative world that means someone else is going to be feeling bad and that is good because that’s a wakeup too. When the sheets come off on the waterbed of Illusion Central there is infinite possibility. There is freedom at last and there is lasting shame. There is hope and redemption, which, though circuitous and sometimes lengthy; at least it’s out there and even though you’re ten million light years from home, maybe you are now headed in the right direction. There’s a lot more than I can put into words, but you get the picture. Rise to the occasion, whatever that may be.
Lyrics (pops up)