Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Depending on who you listen to, you might hear pretty much anything and depending on how you are disposed, you might believe almost anything. I am an optimist and I don't want to change. This sometimes means that I have to accept, dispassionately, the necessity for certain things to happen to certain people because that's what it's going to take to wake their asses up, even if that means their asses wind up composted with the dead leaves of a departing age. When I, rarely and occasionally, find myself in the comments section of one website or another, like Bill Maher's blog, or any number of places, where the great (formerly unwashed) uninformed may gather, to anonymously joust and call each other names, I am... uh... uh; you know; I can usually find whatever word I'm looking for. Usually, I've got many words to choose from to say most anything but... when I witness the spectacle of incomprehensible dumbasses, at this point in time... at this point in time, still waxing ignorant of what should have long ago dawned on even household pets... I am left stunned! Aghast! Somehow those words are just not adequate to the needs of what needs be said. Is it possible for people to be so... so fucking stupid, through such a length of telling and damning events, which should long ago have stripped them of their capacity to believe a single thing being said by a single person, in any position of temporal authority in the Israeli occupied United States, Israeli occupied Canada, Australia and many parts of Europe? Yet... yet... on those rare occasions, when I find myself out there in some part of the unreal world, internet wise, I read living, literal truth that there are people, apparently quite a few people, are ever so much more ignorant than there presently exist devices which can measure it. It's what you would call, 'off the gauges'.
I know there are people waking up. I hear from them sometimes, when they come around and announce it to me through emails or some way and I hear it from people who tell me about encountering it. I see the traffic increases at my own sites and I definitely see the traffic increases at sites I visit. Yet... yet, I find myself in these comments sections, where some very peculiar breed of replicant humanity appears and makes a lampoon out of itself; for my entertainment? Is it for the purposes of demonstration? These people and... there are quite a number of them, still believe it was Arabs and not Israel (who it actually was) that attacked the U.S. on 9/11. How is it possible that they have not come to some state of wondering or doubt? How can such a level of arrogance and ignorance, couple in such a pornographic conjugation? It's mind blowing! They are another species, another life form. . Their level of defiant, adamant delusion goes beyond my level of ability to accurately and comprehensively define.
I recognize that they may well make up a majority of the population. I cannot get my head around that. I cannot get my head around how any and all of the residents of these countries have not long ago risen up and done something final and irrevocable about and to the overlords. There has to be some force loose in the world that for some reason or another I am vaccinated against because it has no impact on me. Yet... yet... it completely controls this massive portion of the population. They stand there mute and uncomprehending, as their economy is destroyed, their jobs and homes are taken. Their leaders stand in front of them and lie so transparently that it would seem even a moron would have caught on by now. They give themselves up as canon fodder to the craven interests of a shitty little country in The Middle East, whose residents laughs at them and bathe in their blood. They stupidly believe that if they survive being used as canon fodder that they can get their college education paid. The result of that is that they get to work the cash register at a McDonald's. Domestic intelligence agencies under the control of Israel bomb public events and they chant, “USA! USA! USA”! I don't know what to say.
I will say this; cataclysm is assured. I am now convinced that the only reason it has not yet occurred is out of mercy, cosmic restraint and the hope that somehow they will wake up but.. it seems very unlikely, very unlikely. They cannot survive, living in the trance of their bizarre and inexplicable illusions, they cannot survive. They are doomed. There is no other way to put it.
It came to me that I no longer possess a future in this world as I know it. As this realization has dawned on me, I discovered that I was to be migrated into an ancient environment where I have no former history in this life ...but which I have visited in my dreams often. Time passes and the date of departure grows closer. It is altogether possible that events will take such a course during the intervening weeks and months that migrating will no longer be possible. This is something I do not know. I find myself reluctant to make any preparations. I'm waiting on something but I don't know what it is.
If Vladimir Putin does read Smoking Mirrors, maybe he will invite me to Russia. I suppose anything is possible. I find myself at the point of not caring one way or the other where I finally come to rest in the next segment of my fractured journey, through so many things, I have yet to understand and possibly never will. Life can be like that, although I am certain revelation is on the menu. I am certain that my course is mapped and charted. I have no defining physical evidence to support that but I have an inner certitude that no uncertainty can trouble or dislodge.
It has slowly dawned on me, over recent days, that I am assuredly in the wilderness. I'm seeing things I haven't seen before. I've been to a number of web sites, places I have been to many times before and it is only recently that I see the lists of all the names that contribute to those sites. I never see my name there. I am not a part of that vast alternative community of writers, who have made the necessary compromises to receive that alternative community stamp of approval, which marks them as upwardly mobile; part of the lecture circuit, traveling to different universities to speak on 'alternative political and social matters'. I am in my own section, a section that contains only me. I ask myself, is this due to my unpredictable nature? That could hardly be it, except in some few cases where it was more than the environment was set up to appreciate. Shiva routinely has these things occur, I shouldn’t be surprised to find myself in similar circumstances. We are all incarnations of some aspect of the invisible. How else would it make its appearances? If I've learned anything from that, it's that one should be careful which angle one makes their appearance from, given whatever the state of the world may be at the time. Some roles are more tolerable to the environment. There's less attrition. Still the payoff does vary and we haven't seen that end of it yet.
I've thought long and hard about why things are as they are with me and it's really all about one thing and that is the result of saying what very few of us are inclined to say and it's all about stands taken that very few are willing to take. It all boils down to the fact that Israel did 9/11. This brings me to an awareness of which I am more and more increasingly aware. The majority of the alternative press is either owned or compromised by Israel and unless you are willing to make some kind of a deal with the Satanists, you're going to have to operate and survive, if you can, outside the margins. They long ago took over all of the media, publishing, music and related areas of enterprise and unless you are willing to bend over for them and get screwed in one way, you can refuse to bend over and get screwed in another. Of course, you don't have to consider yourself screwed because, ultimately, all of this is handled from another location. It only looks the way it does to see if you believe otherwise. Life is set up the way it is to see what you're made of.
Major, major changes are coming and they are coming soon. The static status that we have been moving through for so long, can no longer maintain itself as it has been. Critical mass is on the doorstep. The changes that are meant to truly reveal and define us are now at hand. Very soon we are going to be in a world so very different than the one we imagined we knew. Since I do not have access to the details, I cannot comment on them. All I can say is that whatever is coming is going to be really impressive. Will it be political, social, environmental or... even more? It's going to be all of them and each of them is going to be affected and directed by the rest of them. Every level of existence is going to be transformed by what's coming and our position in the mix will be determined by what we have become in the process of getting to that moment.
That's what it's all about. It's about whatever we've done with ourselves to get to this moment in time. We are living proof that we exist as what we are in terms of what surrounds us and we're going to get summed up based on exactly that, unless we go through some sort of magical transformation that changes the entire dynamic and that is always a possibility until it is not. We shall see.
'Iridescent Dreams' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)
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