Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Flaming Neon, Pittsburgh Steel and GMO Vegetable Glue.

Join the good fight against Talmudic Anti-Gentilism, Russian Holocaust Denial and all those others that were done by the same people.



Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

More and more, it seems, we are hearing about vile and horrific crimes. There are strange people running around in these times. Here's a lovely couple out of some Phrenological nightmare. Whether they got sent here to provide a macabre offset to the cartoon appearance of today's tailspinning culture, or they are a product of the Satanic conditioning operating at all levels, I couldn't say. For everything we hear about, there must be a much larger percentage we do not hear about. Certainly things cannot continue as they are but... they do. They do. Middle America has become "The Trailer Park Boys."

I have no idea what to expect anymore. I look at life where I am and it is orderly and looks as if it could just go on and on and on. Then I read about conditions in so many other places and I wonder, how far out can they push the boundaries of reality until reality hangs itself in the basement? "No, I'm sorry Mam? There was no note that we discovered. Had you seen him recently? How did he seem to you?" "Uh... uh... I don't know what to say. He hadn't been himself in some time." "Well, we're sorry for your loss, Mam." Yeah... aren't we all.

Maintaining a balanced mental perspective about it all is like being a Brahma Bull rider at the rodeo. It's all well and good to say that one must maintain a detached awareness of that temporary sideshow known as the manifest world but... it's like, there. It's there every day dude and that is the relentless Chinese water torture truth of it. It's there in neon and Pittsburgh Steel; held in place by Avon hair spray and GMO vegetable glue. The March of the Corporations continues attended by courtesy wrist slappings. The monsters march as the mastodons must once have done during former climatic alterations so much is happening at so many different levels, it's no longer possible to assess what relates to what and project any kind of outcome. It's like a machine that kept adding on new components until no one can't even remember what the original purpose of it was. It just got bigger and bigger and more complicated, as well as more expensive to operate.

Some numbers of people said that the machine should be shut down because of the high cost of maintenance and the ever increasing toxicity of its waste products. Others said it had to be kept running at all costs because everything depended on it for survival. In the process of the ever increasing dependency on the machine, an ever greater and greater number of people were being sacrificed to wars and diseases that had become the chief products of the machine. It wasn't a machine any more, in the sense that it was in the hands of any specific operators, or that it produced more than it consumed. It now consumed far more than it produced and whatever was in control of it is no longer human.

One of the scariest components of the whole affair is how right on so many of the science fiction writers have turned out to be about present times; written about in former times. True... materialism always ends badly, which includes a long and exhausting period of near death experiences, culminating in the longest and most drawn out death rattle imaginable. It doesn't have to be like this and it didn't have to be like that but... it's what it was and now its what it is. I study it every day. I look at it from here and then from over there. I climb the big ridge at the back end and look from that perspective. At night in my dreams I float above it and look down. I've looked at it from all the angles I could think of and... given that its very composition is confusion, sometimes it looks like a kaleidoscope in motion and sometimes it looks like a big box of takeout but all you can see are the maggots feeding on the top. The only way you're going to know what was originally in the box is if the label is still legible. What you do know is that whoever it was that ordered it wasn't motivated to eat it all.

Then again, this has to be one of the most wasteful cultures we've ever seen. They say as much as 40% of the food in America is wasted. There are so many crimes in operation these days that it's hard to get a complete picture of them all. It's hard to know how to measure them or what to measure them against, or whether it's a good idea in the first place to even get into something like that. Maybe when you're doing all of that measuring, you wind up measuring yourself in some way and... maybe that's not the most desirable way to go about it. After all, very, very few of us know what anything really means, do we? We only know what things mean according to what we've been told and according to how we have accommodated and cataloged information, in respect of personal appetites and desires. I wonder what it looks like when you no longer have any appetites or desires... or... when all of your appetites and desires have been woven into one?

Once again, here is yet one more addendum to divide and conquer, sowing discord, spreading confusion, dividing the human will against itself, setting one against ones neighbors, creating a multiplicity of attractions to overload the senses and drain off the vitality; producing an endless array of of toxic foodstuffs that attack the body and the immune system. It goes on and on but... you've heard all of this many times and now we're watching it play out. What shape will that take? How will it affect you? Where are you going to be when the next stage cranks up? The next stage is a real doozy. It's like the difference between a drama and a thriller.

One can find many parallels in the cycling of an addiction. Let's compare it to the water swirling down a toilet bowl. At the top of the rim there are these things that happen and other things that don't happen or hardly ever happen. The you slide down the bowl a bit and the things that hardly ever happened become commonplace and certain other things that never happened at all now begin to occasionally happen. You drop down to the next level of the bowl and those things become commonplace and there are yet more new things that never happened before and now they start to happen and so on and so on, until you are no longer visible in the bowl. As it is with individuals, so it can be with entire cultures.

As a culture begins to swirl around the bowl, things start to happen that never happened before and then they become commonplace. This is followed by the appearance of new scenarios and situations that never happened before. It's the same thing. At a certain point, certain individuals and their associates see the writing on the wall and depart. Then there are more and more departures and, on the other hand, an ever greater fixity of obsessions and compulsions in those who remain.

All of the social and political systems begin to warp into a Boschian nightmare. Right and wrong no longer have any real meaning. If it feels good do it. If you want it take it. The whole thing starts to go down and the people crowding the rails of the doomed ocean liner applaud as the ship begins to sink. It's only toward the end when they realize what's happening and then its too late. Given the intelligence level, it's not hard to understand the cognitive dissonance.

Still... even in the midst of a vast sea of contagious ignorance, we can count on Mr. Apocalypse to be diligently employed at ripping the masks off of the faces of the monsters. We're really getting to see the players as they are. Isn't it interesting that so much of this sort of thing is happening? Oh! and there is much, much more to come... is there ever. Imagine the fury of these players. Who is responsible for these things? Ah yes... all things in time.

It is so very, very topsy turvy at the moment. Don't lose faith, my friends. There is an immense drag operating on the human spirit in this moment. They're pulling out all stops, both in the visibly obvious plane and behind the scenes as well. They're frustrated, angry and frightened. The latter is becoming predominant. They know something more than what they might have initially suspected is behind so many of the things that have been going wrong. They figure, if they can just pull off this next terrible outrage they will be able to bathe the world in blood and fury but... what if something goes wrong? Yes... that's the kicker which has held them back so far. They nearly set it off several times in recent years but something came up or looked suspicious to them in the final moments prior to. Oh... they've between a rock and... the unknown, because... in the back of their minds, demons are cavorting and generating a powerful drive; "Let's go already!" they cry but these freaks didn't get to where they are by being stupid, that's the public's job. So there is all this tension. However, the drive is just going to increase and so is the hesitancy and sooner or later, bingo!

I just want to suck in that breath of free air, which follows the thing that sets the dominoes tumbling. That thing that cannot be reversed and which ignites the blowback (speaking in firefighter terms). I want to dance across some green field in my own version of The Trapp family (God knows I have enough personalities for it) and sing out in extemporaneous delight that dawn has broken upon the human mind. Holding to this optimism through this most dreadful drag and the slow thudding repetition of one day after the next , may well be the most difficult thing I've ever done (am doing). You can imagine that, doing what I do, I get messed with regular. Besides that... all of us, in a certain groove, are challenged daily for the purpose of subjugation. All the usual culprits are there; uncertainty, critical unreturned phone calls and emails, matched by similar in other venues (the drag I was talking about). It's tough enough walking through the dark pudding atmosphere of these times but there are fallen trees and opportunistic bushes below the surface that catch and tear. Still... if you don't give up. If you do not relent; time well spent it shall be.

Regardless of how it does finally resolve itself, I'll see you on the further shores in any case.


End Transmission.......

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25 comments:

David Alan McBride said...

Keep the faith. Don't give up. These 2 phrases cannot be repeated often enough. I never tire of hearing them. You have made a difference within me. You've helped me a great deal with your messages. Thank you Mr. Visible.

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

Superb writing on display!

Excellent neo-Americana!
Ranks right up there with Twain and Mencken, Dick and Sprague de Camp, Bageant and Reed..

Chilling, depressive and prophetically pessimistic even as the reader is held hypnotized, comfortably basking in a surreally sublime serotonin compelled familiarity.

Quite remarkable.
Literally, one Hell of an essay!

Erik said...

Same gratitude here Vis,

Mighty glad our paths were to cross ...

Been devouring the words of Truth for years now, looks like they "stick" now ;)

However, One can never be sure (grins)

Thanks Bro!

Anonymous said...

Keep the Faith. Everything is right on schedule.
Know yourself to be both yourself and One.

lila

Anonymous said...

ditto Mr. McBride's post.

McCob

Bob Morrison said...

Les
Much gratitude from me as well...for the treasures I found at your blogs.
Treasures like Awareness Watching Awareness, The Way to the Kingdom and Jesus the Son of Man. Just to name a few of the treasures I found.

These treasures have changed my life...and my life needed it. My former personality was horrible, I'm ashamed to admit it but it was.

I have turned it around (or rather with God's help) I have and everyone can tell I'm not that obnoxious depressed person anymore.

Thanks again for showing me the way. For sure God is using you to point the way for others, and I recognize that as the truth.

Cheers

Visible said...

Thank you all for the kind words.

You know, Homer, as I was editing the piece (probably not very well) I caught myself going, "Hmmm... this appears to be one of my better pieces (grin)." Apparently that sentiment was shared further out. It is interesting that it should have counterpointed with a lot of back and forth last night with my author.

Off to write tomorrow's Petri Dish.

Ray B. said...

Vis, good piece and I must echo via Homer's analysis...

Vis: "At a certain point, certain individuals and their associates see the writing on the wall and depart. Then there are more and more departures and, on the other hand, an ever greater fixity of obsessions and compulsions in those who remain."

This reminded me of old woo-woo stuff. Twice on my UK travels, I ran into 'evidence' of old dramas similar to your tale:

At one site, a prominent hilltop way back in the boonies, there were multiple cairns clustered together. Hmmm... still 'souls' in there. Upon inquiry, they were 'trapped' there.

The brief story was that they were from a culture that 'colonized' this area from a slightly-higher plane. At first, everything went well. Then, it started spiraling downhill. Finally, those who could-leave left, and the 'gate' was sealed from the other side. Long, long ago. Folks left behind ultimately just entered a quiescent state in the cairns. No reason to 'rebirth'.

Fortunately, contact was made with the gate-culture. The gate opened briefly, souls were 'sucked-up', and it closed again. The hilltop felt very empty. A sad experiment, except for whatever learning...

On the second site, somewhat the reverse happened. I discovered the gate first. Between here and the other side, it got opened. Fairly-high energy-based beings - looking like three-foot diameter globes of light - started coming through. (I checked; good guys...)

In talks, I found out much the same story. Colonization, descent of consciousness, gate closure. Again, long, long ago. Many local burial mounds with quiescent souls in them. They would also be 'rounded up'.

However, at this site, the gate remained open. And, it has remained open through now. Many, many of the energy beings have come through and are still here. This may well represent a second, older and wiser, attempt. Who knows? Should be interesting...
---
Vis: "Still... if you don't give up. If you do not relent; time well spent it shall be."

Sam's soliloquy in the ruined city of Osgiliath after the attempted Nazgûl snatch of Frodo said it all, for me. We could give up, but we won't. There is a reason. Not far to Mount Doom, now... (semi-grin)

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Anonymous said...

Viz,

Magnifique!

I can't believe David Icke didn't take you in. He could really use your superb prose, music and art (and your IT). His site freezes on my computer all the time while your comes through pristine. Your art is gorgeous; his is mundane with muddy colors and confusion. His loss. Plus I sense he has somehow sold out (I hope not). His son the musician could learn a lot from you, as well. A match made in heaven but somehow not. It's you, still on point, shining through, like Amadon of Urantia.

Love,

Machiventa

Odin's Raven said...

It's been found that people really are becoming less intelligent. Average IQ has been declining by about 2 points per decade for the last century and a half. Modern society does dumb us down.

Charlton

Visible said...

There is no question about that. In some cases it seems to be happening at a quicker rate, especially the last two decades. These days a pretty large number of people call each other, 'bitch'. Nice.

and that's not all. I could go on about this but it wouldn't be politically correct.

Anonymous said...

Warnings are coming in El Vee. In dreams. Horrific dreams of hellfire and brimstone, natural disasters of biblical magnitude.
People are on edge worried about money, health, survival.
Does the world really have to be like this?

Anonymous said...

"I just want to suck in that breath of free air, which follows the thing that sets the dominoes tumbling."


what a concept! what a moment!



lila

Anonymous said...

But sometimes in the midst of the dark and dreary...you find the most startling yet serene beauty, in man or woman or nature...the face of God...
"So we saunter toward the Holy Land; till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, so warm and serene and golden as on a bank-side in Autumn."
-Henry David Thoreau
Thanks Les, and all,
-the beggar

will iam said...

Nice post Viz!!

What good are IQ scores except a measure of ones adaptability to an insane society. Are they even an indication of anything when you factor in any thing one learned in school has to be questioned?!! thank you very much John D!

Will

Anonymous said...

"Some numbers of people said that the machine should be shut down because of the high cost of maintenance and the ever increasing toxicity of its waste products. Others said it had to be kept running at all costs because everything depended on it for survival. In the process of the ever increasing dependency on the machine, an ever greater and greater number of people were being sacrificed to wars and diseases that had become the chief products of the machine. It wasn't a machine any more, in the sense that it was in the hands of any specific operators, or that it produced more than it consumed. It now consumed far more than it produced and whatever was in control of it is no longer human".

Please watch Snowpiercer, the full length Korean version..it's being dumbed down for the U.S.A release.

R4e (-__-)

Anonymous said...

I don't believe that IQ is very important. Courage is more important than brains and kindness is more important than courage. In any case our society needs to value self reliance more. People should know how to hunt, fish and grow a garden. We need to borrow less money. We need to produce less children. (The smaller the population the more each of us is worth in an economic sense.)

There is a story of a brilliant Chinese scholar who had to travel to Peking to see the emperor. He had to cross a river by ferry. There was a mishap and the boat capsized. The scholar couldn't swim so he drowned. The ferryman, who had never read a book in his life, who in fact couldn't even read, was able to swim to shore. Which one was smarter?

McCob

10th Dentist said...

Vis,
Great stuff, as usual. You provide a calming for me these days and I thank you.


Twain may have said it best," I was always careful to not let my schooling get in the way of my education"

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

Little Georgie Sorrows and the Kites of the New Serengeti

Diane said...

I saw this the other day and it rang true.

Critical Thinking: The other national deficit

Anaughty Mouser said...

In my cups;

"It's there in neon and Pittsburgh Steel; held in place by Avon hair spray and GMO vegetable glue."

Hardee-har-har-har-har-har-har!
F*ck Visible where do you get this sh*t! It is soo funny.

Yea, I'm yellin' timber on the whole fam dam lot of it.

...back to my hamster wheel :)

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

Water in our Hands and the Imprisoned God

the gardener said...

Faith
Determination
Certitude

I wrote these down when you relayed them to us. Been 'working' them since.

"Let's go already!" they cry but these freaks didn't get to where they are by being stupid, that's the public's job.

Beg to differ but they 'got where they are by being soulless psychopaths...probably by having their root chakras reamed by age three as is the ways of these predators upon the young.

But they are stupid in all ways that count. And that's what can sting worse than anything-being gotten over on by the STUPID.

That's why so many of their anti-life plots have failed. There can only be so many hundreds of millions of preyed upon before the collective life energetics outweigh these dark souled things that prey upon all our most sordid emotings.

To survive their manifestations and get unscrambled enough to fight back with the only thing that works and that is prayer...focused intents... with "faith, determination and certitude" regardless of the 'realities' regardless of the odds, regardless of the rigged stupids.

love you Vis ~looking forward to the New Moon in ARIES... the "I AM" sign coming on the 30th of this trippy month of March 2014.

the gardener

(thunders, lightnings and rain commencing as I write this)

Anonymous said...

"The strength and beauty of love along with a good sense of humor are the weapons of the angels." Richard Egan to Troy Donahue and Sandra Dee in the movie "A Summer Place"

McCob

JerseyCynic said...

plugging in the printing machine. this one is a keeper!