Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
You see something on a given day and then you notice the tempers of the time are pretty controlled by a certain few, in far reaching environments, world wide. I am indifferent on this particular matter, unless it concerns basic human principals, which I am sure the majority of the readers hold sacrosanct.
There are a lot of things that I don't and woe betide me if I said otherwise. My purpose is not to anger those who are engaged in whatever their passion may be. I'm concerned for the people on the planet at this time and also other creatures and Mother Earth, or Lady Nature, as you prefer; you can't tell the good guys from the bad guys anymore.
We are in the time of the random, out of nowhere, violence and most of it, is being intentionally triggered by a cabal of Satanist's, who want to railroad the world right into Hell. So much could be possible, if the most of us were not pleasure seeking adventurists, or dumb cattle. There are things on the horizon that almost no one can imagine but you could see the writing on the wall.
I know that some of you don't believe in a god but it is a fact that must exist, across the longboard of history. There are so many more inexplicable events in life that attest to this again and again. I'm not your research assistant, check it out. Whether you believe in something or nothing isn't what's going on here. Certain financial systems and almost all political and religious systems, as well as a certain heinous group of collectives, or singularities (wtf?); meaning things like this, because why should you be asking for donations for something that hasn't happened yet? Is this a spoof or the truff? You tell me.
Well, one thing I know is that I don't know and things never change and sometimes they do, maybe. In the meantime, the jury is out to lunch somewhere having ham and cheese, because the culture is in a pig toilet, flushing isn't necessary and wouldn't work anyway, cause “the vandals took the handles”.
Things aren't going all that well in Visibilandia, since Visible is so good at misreading the signals and not always knowing where he is at any given time ...but it should be stated that he's pretty good at dodging a bullet with the help of his invisible friends. Well, we're on the other side of all that at the moment, we hope; no comment on the details, because the details are murky, at least they are for all the people not present, murky for some who are, or were present and not murky for Visible because he was present. Suffice to say, things are not what they appear to be when one is not used to being where he thinks he is (grin).
I have never seen such a period of time, when the same incremental march of events just goes on and on from one abuse to another, with nothing much happening but one abuse after another. It's an endless procession of one hangnail following the last. It's like the universe is waiting on something to happen but it never does, except for one abuse following another. I've given up on trying to figure out what it all means. I suspect I'll find out ...but there seems to be no guarantee of that either.
The alternative press is howling at the moon, with the same theories and predictions that have not panned out yet. The economy has been on the edge of imminent collapse for years. Everyday we hear it is going to collapse tomorrow but it hasn't yet. The urban nightmare and the bankruptcy of those locations goes on and on. The crime gets worse and the ability to do anything about it decreases by the day and yet, somehow, inexplicably, things just march on. People haunt the malls like zombie shoppers with eyes more glazed than a Duncan donut. The commercials become more pandering and insipid. The stadiums fill with tens of thousands of people, who are, by unknown means, still able to afford to be there. They seem to be ordinary people, aren't ordinary people supposed to be hurting? It is mystifying.
Trucks and flatbeds go by, periodically, on the main street a hundred meters away. They keep announcing certain things but I can't make out what they are. It's a rare gray day here. The mountain is shrouded in mist. I'm sitting here at the computer, one can assume that I am writing a post. One cup of Earl Gray tea is replaced by the next. I've no intention of going outside today. I'm trying to get a handle on some of the things I have seen and which have happened to me. Nothing is what is appears to be. India is like nothing I imagined it would be. Reality here is not like reality anywhere else and there isn't much reality anywhere else and even less of it here. Things look one way but are most certainly another and there is no accurate way to determine just what that might be.
I keep hearing that this is a spiritual place and yet, I'm missing something. There is a perpetual disconnect between what I am being told and what I am seeing. It's like a relentless going through the motions, in pursuit of something that was either here awhile ago, or has yet to arrive. I know it's around but so is every other imaginable condition. There is the surface presentation, accompanied by all of the devious and inscrutable contradictions of The East. There's the perception of manners and polite formality with the, given who's seeing it, menace of quick and definite brutality, behind the patina of ageless traditions that mean one thing from one direction and portend all kinds of other possibilities from any of the other directions. In that sense it's like anywhere else. There's tension on the border with Pakistan but there's tension everywhere in these times. The powder kegs are smoking all over the world but there's a chance that the powder and the fuses are both wet and need to dry out. Now doubt they will.
Getting any kind of sleep here has been an ordeal. Recently I didn't sleep for 3 days. The end result was that just as I was drifting off on the last two nights, the night before this last one, I slipped into terrible nightmares and immediately came awake screaming, “Oh God! Oh God!” I am not prone to nightmare. At the very same time, someone very close to me, thousands of miles away, who is also not prone to nightmares, at the very same time as it was happening to me, had a horrible nightmare with the same players involved. What are the odds of that? It shook her to the core. Things have stabilized now and there has been no more of that. I changed locations and that seems to have made all the difference and now I am sleeping as well. Unfortunately, my location is now half the size of what it was but I'll take it, given the salutary effects that have accompanied the transition. Like they say in real estate, “location, location, location”. I hope this indicates a positive and enduring trend.
I thank my lucky stars and invisible friends that I have been granted a sustaining resiliency over the years, or I would have gone under a long time ago. I don't know where the strength and endurance comes from, anymore than I understand the need for such continuous testing. I'm not getting any answers but I forge ahead anyway. Recent events have made me exceedingly cautious and watchful. I realize that I am way too open and say too much. I take people into my confidence and am not discreet. I sure am now. I'm like a ten year old, playing in an adult world. This last ambush out of nowhere, cost me considerably, in several ways, not the least of which was financially but I've managed to offset that side of the equation. One thing for sure, no matter what happens, time marches on.
Something is going on in the cosmos that I can't see and I doubt if there are many others that can see it either but as we should all know by now, it moves in mysterious ways. I must confess to some amount of amusement over all of the new age predictions about what was coming for us last month. Even though I was as wrong as anyone, I wasn't making money off of it. I wonder what all of those people are saying to themselves now and especially what they are saying to all of the people they were saying it to? There's some kind of a causeway that runs through the mystical and the mundane. Perhaps it is called the ultimate ditch of reality that runs to that unknown and unnamed sea. that is somewhere over those infernal hills. that block our vision from everything that is really happened, or possibly from the lands beyond where nothing is happening ...but the vast silence that echos all around the worlds of eternal noise that contains the vast majority of us.
I'm guessing we've all got something to be grateful for, no matter how difficult it may be to see at times. They tell us that everything happens for the best. That too can be difficult to see because it often lies well beyond the plains upon which our difficulty plays out. For some of us that plain is vast indeed and for some of us, there seems to be no plain at all, just the rolling greens fields of the pastures of plenty. In any case, where ever you may find yourself in present or in future time, good luck to you all, (grin).
'Smoke and Mirrors' is track no. 9 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)