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
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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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Monday, December 31, 2012

A View from Arunachala

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It seems to have taken a long time for me to get back online but it was really only about a week. Time moves slow when you’re used to having fun (grin). Well, I’m not actually back online yet but it’s an ‘any day now’ situation. This could mean anything here in Thiruvanamalai where you are encouraged to throw your garbage out of the window, accompanied by a shrug indicative of, “What are you going to do”? You take your life into your hands, or put them in someone else’s, every time you get into a moving vehicle; be it whatever that might be and it could be anything. Vehicles whip along at the greatest possible speed, passing on any side, passing directly into oncoming traffic. On the positive side, everyone expects you to do this, except for me and anyone else who may have gotten here for the first time.

Every full moon, 1.4 million people show up here to walk the 18 kilometers around Arunachala. The next day nearly every one of them is gone again. With a couple of exceptions, I am only hanging out with locals and those who aren’t locals I don’t see very often. All my input and information comes from them. I have no way of knowing if what I am hearing is the truth in every case; just mentioning that. The people I am engaged with are highly educated and talented in various fields. It’s an eye-opener.

I was told that India is divided into five sections, each ruled by an element. Where I am it is fire and I can attest to that. Since I moved into the outskirts of the town, near the Ramana Maharshi Ashram, there are times my head was spinning like a top. The last couple of days I am asking myself what am I doing here and shouldn’t I just go back home, regardless of some of the things I have been told about my being here? So, this morning I go down to Abul’s apartment and before I say anything he launches into a dialogue about all the people who freak out here and have to leave because of the power of the mountain and how it doesn’t do them any good because if they can’t get with the mountain, the mountain will follow them; like, if Mohammad won’t go to the mountain, the mountain will come to him. So, apparently, what I have been experiencing is a natural thing and it happens to most people who come here. My being just about only fire and air does not help.

Given the trouble and expense of getting here and getting all set up here, I am not about to go away just yet but I am well aware of the vibrationary integration period required. This is not like anywhere I have ever been in my life before. Life is cheap here but it is very vibrant. The power goes off for hours each day. I have ordered an inverter type battery that gives me six hours no matter what happens. Had I had any idea of what was needed for me to actually function here I would have brought a lot of things that I now have to get again; live and learn. On another note I am working on the latest novel and without any of the setbacks and hesitations I had in Europe.

The poverty you see is riveting. I was told over and over in my head, “don’t be cheap- and I won’t be either”. My local friends have cleared some of that up for me; being useful without accomplishing self injury.

I got an enormous apartment for the price of a much smaller apartment and many other things have worked out in a surreal fashion, especially since there are many things you cannot do (in the usual time frames) or acquire. I think this is a temporary affair which recedes once you have some idea of what is going on.

Here is something that will be of interest to many readers. I went over to the Ramana Maharshi Ashram and walked around with Abul. I began to get some unpleasant vibrations. That often happens when I get around shrines, churches and temples, as if they are more filled with the dead than the living. There was something more here though. A couple of days later, my friend Roy (from Cochin) showed up and I told him about it; that there was something off about the place. He said to me that that was perfectly understandable because The Jesuits had been running the place behind the scenes for years and that the various Christian churches are engaged in a variety of efforts to take over temples and religious organizations in India.

Then Abul says to me today, Maharshi only got there a little while ago and the mountain is very old, very old and the home of Shiva, who apparently has a few domiciles, this is one of the important ones. This isn’t in any way intended to take away from Ramana, whom I like and respect but they have turned the ashram into a bit of a supermarket and there is more than a little somber pretentiousness running amok through the place. I’ll scope it out a little more over time and we’ll see if I change my mind.

Across the street is the Ramana Maharshi Market (no connection to Ramana), where you have to take off your shoes to go in and shop. It’s hallmarked by high prices and the slowest service on Earth. I’m thinking you take off your shoes, out of respect for all the money that gets spent there. You can get things you can’t get anywhere else, unless you drive to Pondicherry or Madras, which aren’t that far away. Pondicherry was colonized by the French so, as you can imagine, you can get all kinds of things there (grin) or so I am told.

It’s a trip, sitting in this big empty apartment, with my little desk and the computer but I’ve got a few things that let me cook for myself. They gave me an icebox, mattresses and covers. My water gets delivered and they are putting in a phone and wifi, on Indian time. I don’t think you get these kinds of things happening without a lot of effort, so I’m getting invisible help. My landlady and her husband are good people, though she is very watchful; doesn’t seem to mind my having guests however and that’s good because I expect people will be coming here, in fact, I am sure of that for some reason.

Curiously, dogs are coming up to me. I sat down for some chai across the street from the ashram the other day. There were about a hundred people there and this dog came across the street and right over to me and spent about ten minutes with me and then he just walked off back the way he came. Here where I live two dogs have shown up and they greet me most times when I go out the gate. They hang around now. I did buy them some food, so that would account for it to some extent but not initially. I’m a little concerned about taking them into my life and then maybe not being around anymore. They are starved for affection and fearful to some extent. I don’t think people are always nice to them. But...what are you going to do; not give them food if you can just because you might not be around? You can extrapolate that into a lot of things.

A couple of days ago I was riding in a rickshaw when the driver turned around and said he was supposed to tell me that the Kali Yuga ended the day before.

The food here is out of this world, better than you ever see in Europe or the USA (Indian food I mean). It’s hot but I like that. My friend here lives with his daughter and another lady that ran away from home so she wouldn’t have to marry anyone. It’s a very platonic situation and they all are marvelous cooks. It’s a lot of energy to process here. At 4:30 in the morning, the loudspeakers go on and play music and chants calling people to the temples. It’s loud but no one seems to mind. Play your music as loud as you want, no one seems to mind. Dance on the sidewalk, sleep on the sidewalk, no one seems to mind, except maybe the people sleeping on the sidewalks ...but maybe not even then.

Well, my friends we’ve come to the end of another posting and the radio show should be happening by next week. I’ll try to pretend I’m up and running, although I am not yet but hopefully I get this up to you tonight (apparently not tonight as it is now the next day) or at some point. Thanks for all the emails wondering if I was okay. It’s been major culture shock but I’m fine. I hope you are too. Drop in if you’re in the neighborhood (grin).


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Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ Mountain of Release ♫
'Mountain of Release' is track no. 9 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'

The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Technical Problems in Paradise

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

My friends My Asus Transformer Infinity is no longer working and the ipad I have will not let me on the internet because I lack the original password. This has made it difficult for me to post blog entries. I hope to have a basic PC when I move into my apartment in about five days. This is going to seriously deplete my assets but the cosmos will provide. At the moment I am using the hotel internet and computer.

I should have my head examined for buying a tablet. I sometimes do dumb shit, even after much research. Being in India I probably can't return this tablet so I suppose all I can do is maybe get it fixed or just throw it away. It was a bad move but not my first mistake in this life (grin).

Meanwhile a number of nutjobs are showing up. One tells me the Indian people are monstrously evil, yet he has lived here for many years. Now he wants to come into the comments section and see how much shit he can stir up. He has never been in the comments section before though he says he has been reading for years. I don't know what to make of him so I won't make anything at all. Why someone would so brutally assault his residence country while still remaining there is beyond me.

Another fellow, one Elippser has shown up saying that the stone worshipers should burn in Hell and that Jesus is the only way. I guess he missed the part where J.C. said, "in my father's house are many mansions. If it were not true I would not have told you so".

Christians are something else, no one beats them for intolerance and mass murder except for Israel which owns Christianity. I'll never understand either of them and I'm not sure I want to. I am amazed at all the people who are such experts on everything, know so much and are so perfect. The stifling arrogance and ignorance blows my mind. I don't know anything except The knower and do believe that without a foundation of humility you can't know anything worth knowing in the first place.

I am sorry to disappoint those of you who expect to hear from me on a regular basis. I will try to buy a cheap PC and then I can at least do this for the time I remain here. It has been very frustrating trying to use the tablet. There was no way that I found to "select all" or to copy and paste. I wrote a whole Smoking Mirrors posting today but could not get it copied. I tried and tried and then it died, at least the keyboard dock did and now I can't charge the tablet either so... well, so it goes. Otherwise it is amazing here.

The grace, goodness and helpfulness of the Indian people is blowing my mind, just as is the arrogant and elitist faux spirituality of the rich Europeans and Americans. Whoa! That I did not expect and they give me a wide berth, even though I have yet to say anything to them. I've got some kind of mark on me but I can't see it. They can though.

I should have all of my problems addressed by next week and hope to be back to my usual form (grin). In the meantime, please bear with me and it will all come right soon.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: The eponymous Les Visible Music Album♫ Peace (unplugged) ♫
A studio version of 'Peace' is track no. 4 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album

Lyrics (pops up)

The eponymous Les Visible Music Album

Monday, December 10, 2012

The Satanic Schematic and the Devil Inside

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

This is a very important situation and something Mr. Apocalypse is concerning himself with, as a high priority matter. From this we can see how very obvious it is that a world wide Satanic network has taken control of the governments and religions of the world ...in the larger sense. I am not saying this is total by any means but it is wide spread to say the least. We note the connection that is made between the Dutroux affair in Belgium and the conditions in the Netherlands. It seems clear that demonic mentalities are sacrificing young people in horrible rituals. We know so little ...but we suspect a great deal. How bad is it really? It must be pretty bad and most likely even worse than we think.

Since I first read this article yesterday, it has come to mind repeatedly. It is terrifying to see how deep it runs and how high (low down) it goes. Now it is the most natural thing in the world for me to suspect just about every world leader I hear about, as being engaged in this kind of thing, at least as far as western powers go. I think of Hilarious Clinton, Leon Panneta, the military high command and these compromised and corrupt heads of the various law enforcement bureaus. I think about the overpowering ambitions that drive them and how greatly they are advantaged by entry into the Satanic Schematic. Surely they are courted by peers and superiors. Surely they weigh their options and surely with facile and convoluted consciousnesses, they easily find a way to justify all sorts of things to themselves. Its a Faustian construct and it's been a signal propensity of those in power, to be indifferent to, or unconscious of, the cost of their shit for brains decision, made to advance their interests, in total defiance of their best interests. The long term resolution of their best interests, suggests they should have never gotten into that game in the first place.

I look at the policies and actions of these well educated and intelligent men and women and I find very little that indicates intelligence or useful education. To me it makes no sense whatsoever, to be in these positions and to behave as they do. It's a given, if you serve the dark side in Kali Yuga, then your material interests will be advanced. It's simple physics. We don't even have to call it metaphysics. If you magnetize to the onyx lodestone, the attractive resonance is active in the external theater. The goodie cabinet is unlocked and you can wine and dine your ass, all the way to the front porch of Armageddon Acres.

There are a few basic tenets to Satanism. One is that sort of traveling motto, “Me first, you later, maybe, baby”. The idea is that you are like one of the large predators of the veldt, a lion or a leopard perhaps. You kill what you want, when you want and you take your fill and then maybe the carrion feeders step in, according to an established pecking order. One of the main tenets has to do with the despoiling of innocence. In a similarity to wearing upside down crosses, displaying an upside down pentagram, or reciting The Lord's Prayer backwards, it is considered an imperative to engage in all practices that offend Heaven. This creates a reversed polarity that attunes you to the infernal powers. As you engage in ever greater perversity, in the toxic atmosphere of your developing contempt for all things spiritual, you advance in the ranks. Those who rises to the highest position in this order, are not necessarily those of the highest ranks in the temporal order. It's all about ability and the head of the order could be only a shopkeeper or a TV announcer, as might be the case with Jumping Jimmy Savile, 'you go run girl'!

Once you are securely in the embrace of this process; digressing to example a little irony- The Process Church of the Final Judgment. Once you are fully in the embrace of this process, you are compelled to do the bidding of your superiors, or else some very unpleasant things might just happen to you; will happen to you.

Quite often people get into this sort of thing as a thrill; something kinky and novel. Other time people are attracted to it through extremity and appetite. You might be in some kind of deep shit and since you are not getting any help from the divine side of the equation, or haven't even bothered to ask, you go to the other side of the fence. It may be that you have an overpowering desire for certain things and you can sit down and eat your fill or order takeout. Those who recruit new meat can be very convincing in their arguments, handing out some version of, “better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven”. You're given the idea that The Devil takes care of his own. Proof is given to you in the lives of other members, who are examples of someone getting away with all kinds of things, for a long period of time. New aspirants will be familiar with the names and positions of members who have been around for awhile. It all looks good on the surface.

As I have pointed out- and which you don't hear anywhere else- The Devil works for God. He is an employee. The reason I mention that you don't hear it anywhere else, is not to seek to attribute any unique singularity to myself but to say that you don't have to believe me. Maybe I'm wrong (I'm not). Maybe I'm wrong, you be the judge ...until the real one comes along. The Devil's job is to suck you into things, give you ideas you might not have had on your own, set up convenient situations and then snare you into an ongoing journey into your own dark id. Meanwhile he gathers evidence against you. He is the repository for the remembrance of all that you do. Then comes the final denouement, when The Devil puts on his prosecutors outfit and walks into the courtroom; “but, but... you promised”. “I did but I am a liar. Am I not called The Father of Lies”? Then transforming into an angel of light at the given moment.

To me, this kind of dumbass tradeoff, exchanging the priceless for the worthless; getting yourself a big bowl of worthless pottage, is the kind of thing that might be attractive to a hood ornament but certainly not to anyone with any real intelligence or insight. It's both tragic and amusing how people who think themselves so hip and aware can get themselves into such a world of hurt, never seeing the simple and logical outcome of this kind of thing. Another thing that mystifies me is how they can slavishly support the Synagogue of Satan, to the detriment of their own country and other members of their national and cultural demographic and do it in public with the whole world watching. This treasonous, 'I'm your bitch' behavior is a monstrous thing, in the service of monsters and the world is waking up. All things hidden are about to become known and all of these traitors are to be marked by their words and deeds. When the public sees to what an extent they have been manipulated and abused, there will be Hell to pay.

This is the thing about giving up your independence of thought and the loss of your moral compass in the pursuit of material gain and a temporary position above your fellows You get the idea that it will never end but it has never been anything but for the purpose of demonstration; to show what happens when you carry on in this manner. In former times, whatever judgment attended these follies, often took place out of sight. That will no longer be the case where and when everything is uncovered and seen. I know this may not be apparent to a great many people, whose eyes are occupied with the glittering garbage in the landfill of a doomed culture. You can see it all falling apart. All you need is a little hindsight, by which to make comparisons ...but this gets in the way of what you hope to get out of the whole affair, as you get carrot and sticked down the highway, wishing in one hand and shitting in the other.

It is so clearly the way it is. It is so obvious but, for some reason, it doesn't get through, or it hasn't gotten through until now. Now it is starting to get through and all the suppressed rage and reaction is beginning to boil. It won't be long now. Time remains to change and get with the program. The difference in potential destinies is extreme. There's going to be a lot of regret and recrimination one of these days real soon. I surely do hope the greatest possible number of people catch on before it's too late.


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The Little Guy Auditions for Hollywood
The Little Guy Auditions for Hollywood



Visible sings: Songwriter by Les Visible♫ Smoke and Mirrors ♫
'Smoke and Mirrors' is track no. 9 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

Songwriter by Les Visible


This week's radio broadcast is now up for streaming.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

A Celebration of Vipers and the Trembling Dominoes

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

The oldest woman in the world died the other day. When asked about her secret for long life, she said; “I don't eat junk food and I mind my own business”. She was 116 and passed away in a Georgia rest home.

♫Do you hear what I hear♫? That would be the sound of Mr. Apocalypse's walking stick, thrumming on objects, conditions and awarenesses. He's been incremental, now he's going exponential. One of the things he is doing is bringing to light the sordid and seamy, behind the scenes, lives of vile characters masquerading as human beings. Other, behind the scenes truths, are also rising up and flowing over the levees of denial. You can think of these people as dominoes, trembling on an unstable table. It is past questioning now that Jimmy Savile was a very high ranking Satanist. His degree of access and influence tells the tale. He was actually living in children's care homes a time or two and to show you how twisted he was, has a penchant for disabled kinder; or so it appears.

Until just now, or not long for now, the hideous monsters of our times have been under a shield of protection, granted from infernal regions, with the permission of the real regent, so that they could sport in their perversity for the purpose of demon-stration. However, the planets move in their circuits and presage changes in the film script that marks the events and dialogue of our days and those protections are coming off. These fiends are about to become a hunted feces, uh species; ambulatory fewmet species. This is going to come down on certain nations as well as the individuals in them. The 'rage against the bankers', is growing by the hour. Many minds wonder how it could possibly take so long for the point to be made on the cinder-block heads who make up the meat and potatoes of civilization. People have to realize that certain things have to be pressed to the bending end, so that there will be no question of what we have been dealing with.

The dumbass barometer, has taken a nose dive these days. This fascination is a programmed manipulation of stupid and all a part of The Celebration of Vipers and the perpetuation of vipers. You don't have to wonder too hard at the conditions that make all of this possible. You don't have to wonder at the cause of severe morning sickness either, given that this is probably an expression of that scene from Alien. In any case, the public is playing right along and taking a cue from the departed and gin-soaked Queen Mother; Her Royal Trapdoor Spiderness. We haven't seen anything this ultra cool since anal bleaching.

Royal vipers are not the only thing that reproduce, stupidity reproduces too, in order to match up with the greater and greater transparency of oppression coming down on Mr. Potato Head World. There are a lot of ways to look at all of this and many of them lead only to confusion, in terms of motive and resolution. If you take it all as an expression of everything being under control, you will not be plagued by the sensation that everything is getting out of control. It's all just perceptions based on the interpretation of appearances. The primary truth about appearances is that they are deceiving. We've heard this many times but it doesn't sink in as a visceral awareness. What is this persistent disconnect that keeps us hypnotized by something that is not real? It is because something is resident in us that should not be there and it determines how we interpret things. It is a conscious entity that must be replaced by another consciousness that sees through things instead of bouncing off of them.

Materialism is a force of invocation. It calls up the presence that celebrates it, just as anything would. Fear is a product of being susceptible to the lies of appearances, so is anger. All negative emotion arises out of the predominance of appearances over clear vision; the predominance of what is not, over what is. You don't have to hang out on the corners of Shit and Go Blind. You don't have to be the victim of an unexamined life. This is the critical power and potential of “know thyself”. It is the ultimate defensive weapon against the tyranny of appearances. It's not a complicated thing. It is something that requires perseverance and determination, with no small amount of certitude required. If you aren't certain of the outcome of something that has already been demonstrated in the lives of any number of people, then you aren't going to have the success that comes with a true single-minded focus on the foundation of all lasting and genuine progress. “Half measures avail nothing”. Inconsistent efforts yield inconsistent results. Why is this not crystal clear? That is another question people should ask themselves, until they get an answer.

Take a good hard look at the relentless disinfo that pours out of the media control towers. Take a good hard look at the socio-sexual morphing of the culture; the political corruptions, the religious depravities, the dietary dysfunction, of people willingly poisoning themselves, the intellectual dishonesty, the aimless, pinball bouncing, from one distraction to another; this rudderless sail on the turbulent waters to nowhere. It's difficult to get the full effect of this, when you are spinning like a top inside it. You have to get outside of it, a sort of in it but not off it. You've got to become The Fool on the Hill. You've got to understand that just because there is a will there is no guarantee that there is a way. The personal will is the dead horse of mortality. You can beat it till doomsday's break but it will not rise from the dead. There is another will that is your true force for expression. It requires nothing more than getting out of the way. Some of us have experienced this so there is precedence. In fact there is precedence for just about everything. It all depends on what kind of precedence you are looking for.

Some people want to become lawyers because a law degree is a license to steal. Some people want to become bankers for very similar reasons. When you are close enough to the money, to lay your hands on it at any time, you probably will, once you discover the least difficult, dangerous and most profitable way to accomplish this and get away with it. Some people want to get into show business because of the celebrity and promise of getting laid whenever they feel like it. There are all kinds of motivations and the mindset that attends the fruition of the objective, will always tend to support and justify the means. People think this is some kind of good way to go. Sure, if you're going that way but... is that the way to go?

Which of us does not wind up sitting at life's end, in consideration of all of that upon which we were engaged in life? There are things that happen at any one of the seven stages of which Shakespeare spoke. They only come when they come, at the appointed time. Often that appointed time comes too late for a great many things. If you want to know the wrong way to go, just look at the amount of people going that way. Here we have one of those old saws that everyone thinks is true and is not; “there is safety in numbers”. Here's one that is definitely true, “misery loves company”.

So people go on and on about why so many people are deaf and dumb to reason and the most obvious of conditions in which they labor and suffer. They're protecting their investment. Once anyone realizes the true meaning and cost of what they have been up to they are forced to change. This has been going on for a long time and is one of the hallmarks of Kali Yuga. Kali Yuga is the yuga of recompense. It's the playing field upon which all kinds of karma gets worked out and that is not a pleasant thing most of the time. It is the age of blind men gumming each other to death. It is the age of stupid choices and hardened resistance to the truth. As a result, the more time that passes, the more rampant and pervasive the insanities become, until the become pure satire and totally bent and twisted absurdity. As has been so often stated here. You can't change the world but you can change yourself and if you change yourself, you invariably change your world and the example of your transition, stands as an indicator for others, should they care to notice; should they care to notice. Some do. That makes the effort worth it. In these times there is no stampede to the gates of realization but it will not always be so. Get off the wheel while the fortunate opportunity is present.


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Visible and The Critical List: La Vierge Sperme Danceur by Les Visible and The Critical List♫ Outrageous ♫
'Outrageous' is track no. 6 of 8 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'La Vierge Sperme Danceur'


La Vierge Sperme Danceur by Les Visible and The Critical List


We're getting tomorrow's post out of the way today. We need the time for other things.

Monday, December 3, 2012

"Oh Brave New World that has Such People in it"

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet (if you happen to be a dog).

Consenting adults would probably want to keep that in mind, cause there could be the consideration, of a kind of “Wrong Way Riegels”. I see the lightning. I hear the thunder, given that I believe Israel is actually Palestine and all I have seen over the years on the shrinking map tells me all I need to know about what is going on. I have seen these sideways a time or 2.

So visible, what are you going to do about it? Well, I could leave the room. We will see, won't we? No, I am not in a good mood but...sooner or later, I might catch a headwind that will blow me right out of Dodge City. Is there a Dodge City?

I want to point out that the circumstances in our lives are going to be determined by righteous and real. We chose to be what we become. It's all up to us.

For too many years, a game strategy, well, an actually malignant process, has been taking us down the road, to an ever more cramped and confined extremity. No matter the color of a person's skin and sometimes because of that, this has been going down. Because of the need for high-end communication devices; which I am not discounting the value of, things like this are going on and as mentioned earlier there is a process; color of skin, may or may not be a reality in the mix but you'll get that feeling, depending on who you are and how you think anyway.

These are troubling times and you need to have an awareness. I have a ceramic, piggy bank. I don't know how I got it but there it sits at the corner of my right eye, across the room, past the window, where Tree blocks whatever is out there, in the beyond, on the wooden chest that holds my clothes. There's nothing in that bank at the moment. There was, once or twice, but I'm not the sort of person who is into piggy banks. You might ask yourself, why is it a piggy bank? Why not a badger, or a bear? Why not anything else? The truth is that bankers are pigs and that is the real reason that some people don't eat them. It is because they reincarnate as them. Another group doesn't eat it because they don't want to be like them. Another group does eat pork and even has pig toilets, because those who become pigs, feed off of them, when they go around in human form. Now, you could call all this racism and you can call it bad humor, or you can call it anything you want because I don't care. I am not talking about the whole body of the group in any case and that is the meat and the matter of the moment at any time. They hide among us and pretend to be us, in every group and that is what makes it so hard. They have to be 'rooted' out.

Calling them as I see them, since I be I, is an unavoidable thing with me. I think to finesse the presentation, in any case, because those who hate to hear the truth about themselves, are just going to hate me more and those who are oppressed by these relentless fiends, will hate me for bringing it to their attention and I have to live with that but I live in a different dimension and... Things are what they are, let the chips fall where they may. I am not a racist-pig. I don't measure anyone by their color. I only go by what people do. I only go by what people do. I only go by the results of their actions, upon their fellows and upon me; which is why I have kept changing my residence because of their impact on me and my attempts to not be part of the racket. It is what it is, or it isn't. That should be pretty clear, unless it isn't due to the web humming, miasma of the Maya factor.

I recognize that not everyone sees things the same way that I do. I also note that most people hardly see at all. There is a peculiar magic being practiced on us, because of our willingness, to be obsessed with material things and it fucks us up. People run around like crazed beasts, grabbing shrink-wrapped items from department store shelves, to show their love and appreciation for others, on that special day, that comes around every year. Shouldn't they be doing that sometime, for someone, every day but... no, it doesn't work like that.

The whole system is operating in a way, where useful and useless things, are both made more expensive and the struggle to keep after them, is the greatest cost ...because it includes the most precious things there are, in the things you lost, like your pride, your honor, your humanity, your dignity. The list is endless.

Why am I sounding so strange? This isn't like me. This isn't my normal operandi; as if I had one. It's because we are being fed things like this. It's because feeding us thing like this, is supposed to make some kind of sense. If you read the article and you look at the pictures, surely your mind must wonder if this is an actual or staged reality or, maybe... what? I don't know. Is it some kind of Hunger Games retro-virus? Is it a mystical epiphany of an end of the world doctrine? Is it only Herpes of the Mind?

I'm trying to get my head around it. I am trying to get my head around the emergence of things like this, which are increasingly being set, as something that is going to be happening with routine frequency, or... maybe you think that is not the case? Maybe you think this is also an anomaly?

It can be said a lot of different ways but it all comes out the same as to what the cause of every single one of these things is. We are very clearly in Brave New World Country. The process of incremental is what gets us. Things happen in small, linked steps. It's similar to time lapse photography, in a certain way. Well, not similar but maybe you get what I think I am trying to say. People talk about magic but they don't really understand it or see it happening around and to them every day, in both good and bad ways. Take for example when you put a seed in the ground. Try as you might, you never actually see it coming out of the ground. One day it is simply there. Every plant needs sunlight and water. These are both just permutations of Love. It used to be that when sponsors at radio shows, new store openings, or whatever, that you could win or get a free t-shirt. Then you would walk around like a human billboard; make you feel unique. Time passed and people actually began to buy t-shirts and other apparel with advertising on it, in order to appear cool and unique. It got completely out of hand with the redoubtable, Tommy Hilfiger ...and to a lesser extent, DKNY. Now you got millions of human billboards, running around being cool and unique.

That then leads to tattoos and piercings. It used to be that you only saw them on bikers, soldiers and biker sluts. Now they are ubiquitous. I believe I once referenced the epidemic of south seas islander-like tattoos across the top of the sacral plexus on ladies, so that the cat, jackhammer rocking behind her ass would have something to read, while he was engaged in what was once called 'an act of love'. When the divine animating principle, is being, funny-teasing with me, which is often the case, he'll ask me 'who wrote the Book of Love'? I would always get it wrong (or so I was told), until I got it right the other day and now I can't remember what I said.

This is one of the most difficult blog postings I have ever had to write. It's been going on for about 5 days. The problem is that so many things have happened to me that I've got some form of PTSS. I had a hard time in Frankfurt and I also had to go back there twice. That was nothing compared to Muenchen (Munich). I left off for there last Wednesday night. It was bitter cold. I stayed in my hotel and the next morning, I took off for the Indian consulate to get my visa. It was snowing and the wind was blowing it near horizontally, so if you were walking in the wrong direction, which I often had to on that day, given what happened to me, it was brutal. My used leather jacket, which I bought on Ebay got stuck halfway up, with the zipper. I had to rip it apart at that level. That was a big help. Anyway, I got to the consulate, which is not the consulate but a branch of Cox and Kings. The Indians had 'outsourced' their visa system to a German GMBH, or business firm. Do you get the irony of the Indians outsourcing? There is one in Frankfurt and one in Muenchen. The application form is exactly the same. I was originally going there, since it was closer but was told that I had to go to the one in Muenchen, if I lived in a certain district. When I got to this place, there were about twenty people waiting outside in a line. When the doors opened you had to take a number. Only one person was processing at the counter, though there were spots for about 6 persons. After half an hour one more arrived and another, 15 minutes after that. When my turn came up, I walked up and got told that I could not apply because my application form came off of the Frankfurt website. I said, well just give me an application and I'll fill it out. He said I can't do that, you have to go back downtown, find an internet cafe, fill it out and then come back. “I'm sorry” he said. “No you're not”, I replied and left there with a very hollow feeling. I was certain I would get no visa then and it cost me a great deal to come there in the first place, with my limited resources for the while gambit in the first case. I wound up going around all over the place, until I found one. Then I tried to fill out the form, with the minutes going by until the place closed. Nothing was working very well and I was sure at that point that I would not be getting a visa.

Finally I got it filled out and went to print it and it printed out nothing but gibberish. So I went to the Middle Eastern guy who owned, or ran the place and asked for help. He said that was my problem and to go away and not bother him. Munich has a surfeit of these kinds of people; is famous for it. I finally figured it out and left. The weather kept turning uglier. By some mystical grace, I found a particular bank that handles my assets (grin) and was able to get needed funds. The visa was more expensive than I had imagined. I took a cab back to the visa corporation with time remaining on the cosmic meter. Now there were about fifty people ahead of me. I sat down in a glum mood at the front by the counter. I guess the guy who had sent me on my way must have been touched by something invisible to the both of us, because minutes after I sat down, he summoned me up and told me to give my form to the lady sitting next to him. In a very short time I had surrendered my passport, paid for UPS dispatch of that and the visa to be sent to me and was out the door; no guarantee that I would get it but at least that was over. I couldn't figure out why they needed to keep my passport. They said it takes at least 3 working days for it to arrive to me.

Originally, when I went to do the trip of just mailing it in, they told me it took two weeks and I didn't have enough time. I said, “I have over 3 weeks”. The guy said, “We can't guarantee it”. Heh heh. Today my passport came in the mail with nothing else. I didn't know what to think. I opened my passport and the visa was stamped into a page of the passport. I guess I am going to India, although a lot of people don't want me to. They seem to think something permanent is involved. If I don't take the steps to change myself and look for a location, the community won't happen. At least this community won't. That's what it's all about.

I took the train home from Muenchen and my friend Michael was supposed to pick me up. I went out to where the cars were and he was not there. I waited awhile and said, “What the ...whatever”, so I set off walking to his house and walked 2 kilometers in the wrong direction and had to walk them back and then another 2 K or so to his house. Apparently he was waiting on the other side of the tracks for me. I didn't know there was another side. It was all dark at that end and no one seemed to be going that way. What a trip. Many things have been like that these days. I was sure I would not get the visa but I did. At several points, I was just going to head back to the bus station that would take me to the train leg of the trip. I didn't. I persevered. It's all been stranger than fiction.

Today I had to go to the pharmacy to get a couple of shots that I needed for India. One of them turned out to be a few tablets taken every other day. The cumulative cost was 80 some Euro. I was stunned. I had to take the shot to the doctor to have it administered. I'm actually in a good mood, just so you know. I know it's all for the purpose of demonstration and if I don't get it on the front end, I get it on the back end but hopefully not in the rear end (grin).

My friend, Imron, was waiting for me when I returned from my trip. He had flown in from LA to see me. He brought me the latest ipad, with a keyboard in a leather case. I had already bought a new Asus Infinity. I told him to please keep it for himself, as he didn't have one and was going to get one. He insisted I keep it and take that with me too, so that I could do vlogs and the rest. He and some other friends are putting together a Kickstarter program for me, to pay for a record album, to be recorded in UK at my friend Old Boy's studio and a documentary film to be made about my life, among a couple other things. I'm extremely touched and don't know what to say. I think we'll close at that point.


End Transmission.......

Visible and The Critical List: Jews from Outer Space by Les Visible and The Critical List♫ Herpes of the Mind ♫
'Herpes of the Mind' is track no. 4 of 9 on Visible and The Critical List's 1993 album
'Jews from Outer Space'


Jews from Outer Space by Les Visible and The Critical List