Kali Yuga and the Long Bataan Style March into the Dark Backwards.

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

Welcome to Red Hot Smoking Mirrors. We've got a bit of a rogues gallery lineup for you today. Let's start off with Mr. Apocalypse's latest target, the loathsome Mr. Toad; Donald Sterling. Here is an in depth account of the man. On page 3 you will find... can it be? Can it be that he is a member of that select chosen groups of special individuals? Why... what do you know? Yes he is. It couldn't be worse for him; to be the owner of a professional basketball team, which, of all professional sports is most dominated by people of a certain physical colouration. As you read about him you will see his character unfold. It's not a pretty picture and... if “character is fate”, he's in a world of hurt. The interesting irony here is that his much, much younger girlfriend is a member of mixed race.

As Mr. Kurtz said; “Oh the horror, the horror (or was that Marlon Brando?)” Here you can see an example of just one horror perpetrated upon others by this lovely strain of life form. I guess it's no great leap to figure out who was selling the rotgut and infected blankets to the Native Americans. With every following day... the crimes past and the crimes present, of a certain element, in a certain demographic, keep coming up in the windshield.

Let's move on to yet another attractive racket. Hop in the saucer pod with me and we will hover over The Vatican for a bit. This and the other rhinestone cowboy drag queen got sainted recently. Of course, when one considers their behavior while they were here, one can rightly wonder at the bizarre disconnect that allows for conferring inappropriate honors upon the dishonorable. I'm guessing, if the organization lasts long enough, Pope Rottweiler will also get himself a halo. Doesn't he simply look divine? No one can tell me there isn't something to phrenology. I combine that with the five elements, analysis system of Chinese medicine and Whoa! You can get some interesting reads.

Borrowing yet another observation from the Oriental perspective; we are certainly living in 'interesting times'. We got agents of the underworld getting those glowing, holographic circular tiaras and we got mass murderers getting Nobel Peace Prizes. It could hardly be more screwed up, upside down and backwards than it is. Kali Yuga is the long Bataan style march into The Dark Backwards. Whether you are getting Kali Noogies or dodging Kali Loogies it's all a bit like bobbing for live grenades during the festivities at Carnivale in Sarjevo during the 90s.

Can anyone (still in possession of an objective mind) doubt for a moment that Mr. Apocalypse is winding up to some kind of global statement? To me, it is past obvious that the powerful and passionately deluded are being driven by intents other than their own to the furthest possible reaches of madness. "Stop that train, I want to get off."

As I've said any number of times, there are two ways to get proof of the certitude of faith, should you be still in need of such confirmation... after all this time. One way is to see the positive side of the transformation of circumstances and events as they point to auspicious result and the other is to see the ridiculous face of the negative, in all of its overwhelming seemingness of force and to comprehend the extreme combustibility of its paper tiger being and not being. To a committed optimist, everything is cause for affirmation.

I often think of the look of radiant conviction in the faces of those I admire from other times; those sages and teachers of old. How can you doubt the oft hidden but altogether possible when you see a face like this? Oh... I could find many more and so can you. This is your own hidden face. It is concealed behind the mask of our fears and uncertainties, as well as our entrenched presumptions of how it is, when it is not that; not that, no, not this either- neti neti. For so long as we think we know, we are bedevilled by our false presumptions that hide what is so behind what we think is so. Once we seek to release ourselves from the bondage of our own fabrications; whether installed in us by others or formed and set into place by the fires and forges of our ignorant desires, the process is initiated and on its way.

Few of us know the full extent of the power of the good that waits to assist us; is eager to assist us. We are the victim of divided loyalties. We have to be singular in our devotions and exclude all of the false and temporary deities that clamour for our fealty.

Today I walked into the forest and addressed Lady Nature. I apologized for being remiss and inconsistent at this in recent times and vowed that my inconsistency would now be at an end. I made some number of requests and I said I would return again and again to make these same requests or to discuss them in more detail, or to present them in new and novel forms. Once I had concluded a beautiful and colourful bird came flying toward me and landed on a branch just above me (closer that usual to be sure), trilling out a series of notes. It cocked its head toward me following that and then it flew away. I had been heard. You would have had to have been there to get the impact of how very real this was; the timing of it and the appearance of it all, in concert with what it was that I said.

There's nothing unique about me in respect of what the cosmos would do for me, as opposed to any one of you. Yes... I am unique in my individuality; that snowflake aspect of my persona but... then so are you. However, when it comes to what the cosmos is most inclined to confer upon or do for me, or you, we have only to remember that term about the sun shining equally upon all of us. We are noticed and gifted and inspired, to the degree of the intensity of our effort toward union with Source.

Whatever iniquities are in the daily practice of men like Sterling, Howdy Doody, John Kerryoke, the glitter rock popes, or any of the rest of the ludicrous cartoons, that are living truth and testimony to just how dilute and depraved it has all come to be... they are no more than lessons of enduring failure. They are propelled into the spotlight of their spectacular fall by their own dark ambitions and the energies and intelligence of Mr. Apocalypse, as he leads them up hill, down hill, over dale and round the corner to their appointed end result.

One of the most critical truths that anyone can ever learn is the power and potential of the moment in which they find themselves. You might think of that as a complexity of crossroads; a central nexus out of which many paths and ways, stream out like bicycle spokes in all directions. At any time one can put their focus on any spoke and the natural magnetism of existence, will activate the moving walkway under their feet. Whatever we place our focus upon, we are magnetized by. Whatever we place our focus upon, we are magnetized by.

Think of it like an airport with all those terminals and boarding gates and each of them lead to particular airplanes that are bound toward particular destinations. Where do you want to go? See your friendly ticket agent and get your boarding pass. Sure, you might have to make one or more connecting flights. I don't know where it is you want to go or how involved the route might be but... the cosmos is a computer whose abilities and capacities dwarf any similar mechanism that has ever been or ever will be.

Well... I started out (“on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff”- grin) in one place and now I am in another place altogether. I suspect that this present location is a great deal more desirable than the starting point. We shall see.


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'Beautiful Little Oriental Girls' is track no. 3 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'



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Holy Smoking Cowpies and the Typhoid Marys of Material Excess.

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It is truly the time of unveiling and... as is often the case, it turns out to be either different from what we expected, or more complex than surface evidence indicated. What one naturally wonders is how much of the population is aware of the shabby legerdemain of the (non PC alert) retarded elite. One also wonders what percentage of the population are sensation drenched; fully immersed, as it were, in the Crème Brule of manifest existence. The first casualty of such immersion is the loss of objectivity in a positive operational sense. Values, of course, are fully compromised and this is attended by a general desire to kill anyone who gets in your way, at least in your mind. It’s a form of deliberate contagion being spread by the Typhoid Marys of Material Excess.

It don’t matter, no way, no how to Mr. Apocalypse. In these times, whatever one gets up to inclines toward exposure. On the unfortunate end, it is an exposure to others. On the more fortunate side (can be), it results in exposure to yourself. More and more it comes to mind that conditions are being individualized for all of us as we move into the Event Horizon. “Where your heart is, there your treasures will be also”. This can be interpreted as the fulfilment of just rewards which are not, in all cases and possibly in most cases, desirable. We are given this time, in this life, to accomplish as much as we can, according to what motivates us. This can be different at different times and it is a given we will all fall at points and get lost for periods, unless we are truly, and that would mean, deservedly, charmed… and that would make you a rare bird in these times.

It appears that this could be a most interesting series of days coming up this week and possibly spilling over into the days beyond. This is what the planets tell us. The reports vary, depending on who you are reading. We’re been primed before, as was the case with The Harmonica Virgins but given that this deals more specifically with terrestrial affairs, we should see something of one kind or another. We’re already seeing things on the preparatory line.

Much of my internal conversations this morning had to do with maintaining a sense of optimism; putting the past aside completely and allowing the self-image to be based on reflecting the higher mind and not on flawed recollections of past experiences that may well have been unavoidable and the meaning of which may well be a mystery. That’s the problem with knowing and thinking we know. It influences everything. If you ‘consciously’ don’t know then you are influenced by the one who does. We've got a choice. We can give direction, without having complete directions or we can take direction.

The enduring part of the problem is not that everything we know is wrong but rather that our information is incomplete and given the scope of it all, it fluctuates between seriously incomplete and woefully inaccurate. What’s that saying? “A little knowledge is dangerous.”

I've had some first-hand experience in recent days of how well it can go when you let your invisible friends have the wheel. Of course, that didn't stop several inexplicable events from happening and subsequently causing no small amount of doubt to come waltzing it. Doubt is never far from any of us these days. It lurks. That’s just one thing but what I am noticing is, “Keep the focus on what’s in front of you.” That dictates the course of the future and when the ballast of the past has been tossed out of the basket, you might say, “we’re off to see the wizard”, metaphorically speaking; given that it is ever so much more than a wizard. Yow!!!

Yeah, Mr. Apocalypse is just rolling along. It’s amazing how many connections there are and how they run all the way to the top. Then you find that things click together sideways and cross over this away and that away. There is a great deal more at work in this quote than the simple and direct statements, “He claimed the men regularly threatened to ruin his acting dreams if he didn't comply with their demands. We were told that we had to keep the members happy - "We control Hollywood and we will eliminate you" - there was threat after threat,' Egan told reporters. This has been said before by others.

Could it be any more clear that Satan is loosed and working his final death magics before being bound up by the avatar? The force of reversed Kundalini is ubiquitous and this is what the devil’s tail symbolizes. There is an argument to be made that the devil, as he is made to appear, is a farcical illusion, well understood by initiates but sufficient for the deception of the masses. It should be crystal clear what the massive publicity campaigns about any number of lifestyles is all about; whether they be sexual, dietary or concerning particular philosophies of operation. It’s all connected on a web of complicit deceit. One becomes convinced of what they see and the value accorded to the components of the manifest and then one engages in self-deception.

The juvenile nature of what’s going on shouldn't be sophisticated enough fool even a borderline intellect but there is something more than fog at work in the fog that is clouding the human mind and it’s amplified and solidified by the perversity of compromised hearts and minds.

There’s some heavy vibes whipping around the planet on their own astral winds. I can feel it even here in the middle of nowhere. I'm getting spoken to all the time. That isn't usually the case. There’s got to be a reason for that. The inner dialogue is all positive and nutritive. The outer appearance is threatening in various ways and unclear in many others. Something massive and undefined is in motion and we will discover what that is when the time comes. I wish I knew more, I don’t.

Holy smoking cowpies! Mr. Apocalypse is really rocking the set. It’s not like we didn't know these things must be true about Offal Winfrey and worse, probably much worse. So it goes. Meanwhile Joltin Joe Biden and his talking hair transplant, is everywhere these days. There must be a reason for that. It seems to have something to do with trash talking Russia and boy... they’re going a mile a minute about it and no amount of Photoshopped evidence expense is being spared. I suspect Putin has an answer to all of this. Pride goes before a fall and as Lao Tzu most beautifully illustrated; ones reach should never exceed ones grasp. We are on the verge of the greatest single global transformation that has been seen since there was life in the cities many a mile below the oceans sands.

It is what it is. That statement keeps coming up in my mind. It somehow connects up with, 'things are not what they seem'. How and why that is, I do not know. All sorts of things are connected and we are going to be seeing those connections shortly because that is another part of Mr. Apocalypse’s many duties; revealing and illuminating the many heretofore unknown connections between so many things and in the process, defining these things as they have not previously known or understood. This is all a part of the awareness that attends awakening. Another way of putting it is to say that everything is to be seen in a new light. It is altogether possible that at some point things will be what they seem. The false light illuminates whatever it shines on in a certain way. The true light also illuminates what it shines on AND what it shines out of. These two lights are not the same.

I keep asking myself why it is that I feel so good with so much that is unfortunate, seemingly looming on the horizon. I realize that there are many who do not see any of this looming. They just figure it will all be okay… somehow. There is a line break that is meant to occur between the old world passing and the new world coming. Two separate destinies will rise to their specific occasions and everything and everyone will become what they really are, or live to see what happens when you have successfully fought against this happening.


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Visible and The Critical List: ♫ Overweight Lover ♫
'Overweight Lover' is track no. 3 of 9 on Visible and The Critical List's 1993 album
'Jews from Outer Space'
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Suicide Antipasto and the Age of Hypocrisy.

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Yeah... I'm as puzzled at this single portion sized Michael J. Fox playing in a horror remake of Fast Times at Ridgemont High (the kid is 5"3" and weighs 110 pounds), not being subdued more quickly, hit by a chair, or whatever, as I am by the police statement that the reason they got there so fast was they were nearby so it only took five minutes. Five minutes? In case you've never been in a situation like this, five minutes is a godawful long time. I used to be able to run the mile in under five minutes, which isn't very fast. The photo tells a story. Is this an expression of some new government program? Will we soon see an army of postal going Jack Torrences?

Don't worry though, "he is not a weirdo." cue Warren Zevon; He's just an "Excitable Boy."

Michael Chertoff's anorexic brother has a realpolitik awareness of economic needs; but advertising logos on jerseys? Why not tattoos or skin embedded LED running lights? Let's face it, when you've already stolen everything you can get your hands on, through the generous Noahide permissions of a hijacked economic system, you have to get creative, especially when your job is to protect people from people like you and especially when your reputation is a few notches below that of the serial killers and Animal Farm Originals you resemble. Of course, active, sitting members, couldn't just come out and say something like this, so they leaned on a retiring vampire bat to make the appeal.

The American Congress is officially lower in the eyes of the public than a strong arm yoke robber or a crack whore. One can close ones eyes and see all of them bent over the rails in the balcony of the House Chambers with their pants down and being serviced by J Street Representatives. I'm trying to think of lower lifeforms, given especially that they were once presumed members of a class of higher lifeforms.

This is what happens when corporations and agents of Mammon are allowed to decide who occupies legislative office. They've long been in control of the judicial system. What happens is that they can select the worst specimens of the type; the most corrupt and malleable available, which means that The Israelis can arrange junkets for them, during which honey pot blackmail scenarios take place and, as if they didn't own them already, they truly own them now.

What so many of these opportunistic vermin and the vermin in control of them don't get is that a system only works within certain parameters. There are rules. Think of it as a ship on the ocean or a car on the highway. There are rules of operation that one must follow if one seeks to continue to move down or up the highway, or stay afloat on the water. If you don't pay attention to your steering, you will go off the road because the road does not remain straight forever and cars drift if they aren't being consciously steered. Now, one also needs to consider the size of the car and what that means when it inevitably hits something, or at the very least buries itself in the sand. At that point, whatever shape it takes, the car is no longer operational. If you're on the ocean and you pay no attention to shipping lanes, coral reefs or storm conditions, at the very least you are going to be experiencing unpleasant conditions.

Let's say you are one of the J Street Buttboys and you are involved in submitting and lobbying for the passage of bills that were written up by J Street lawyers and then given to you. Let's say that these laws ONLY benefit corporations and agents of Mammon. You are responsible for whatever Karmic conditions you were instrumental in bringing about. Oh, you don't believe in Karma? It is my pleasure to inform you that that makes no difference whatsoever because Karma believes in you. Though you may consider yourself a noctivagant traveler moving along sightless byways, unseen by the eye of the regent of The Sun, his angels, or any witnesses who dwell in that demon-graphic; much like Gollum, finally shaking his fist at The Moon before disappearing into the nether regions of the Earth. This is to be expected from those who operate out of the nether regions of their being. We hear about singing from your diaphragm, which is the real reason that one of the contestants, 'CJ' (he is not singing from there) on this seasons American Idol, will not prevail much longer (none of the judges seem to realize this). As Steve Martin once noted, "He told her to sing from her diaphragm? isn't that really hard?" Anyway, you don't often hear about people speaking from their colon, or small intestine but it does happen, especially in the corridors of power.

Can you imagine what lies these people have to tell themselves in order to make it from day to day (shudder)?

Tonight, Mr. Visible is watching a film called "Bad Words". It's actually pretty good (so far). Mr. Visible appreciates black humor. You'd better, given the conditions of the times in which we live. The works of Harold Pinter and David Mamet are pure Reader's Digest compared to the real life conditions of these times. Of course, it's Tribe represented. I'm still looking for an exception.

Given that this is The Age of Hypocrisy, we get some less than beautiful examples by the day. Yes, Mr. Apocalypse has personal feelings concerning hypocrisy and he makes sure it gets noticed and commented on. I love Mr. Apocalypse, he's the champion of the underdog. The whole idea of him used to loom a tad fearful in my mind but now that I see what his job description is and that I personally have nothing to fear from him and everything to gain, well... that sits right well with me.

Mr. Apocalypse is working his way through the ranks. He's on his way to the heavyweights and the suicides are simply the antipasto. Heh heh, I like that, Suicide Antipasto (is there a pasto and an anti-pasto?). That's serious haute cuisine. Anyone who thinks that the crimes of Satanic bankers and their dark acolytes are not past worthy of capital punishment needs to read this. This is past gruesome. This is epic evil and we know who the players are. All you have to do is check the timeline and who was operating in the relevant departments, along with whomever it was that set out to economically prosper from it. Mere death is far short of what they deserve. It is not my place to judge them, if only because my imagination is not equal to the true awareness of the magnitude of their crimes. That is for the special angel; that recording angel upon whose scroll the testament of their lives is written.

Let us not overlook Lady Nature, who is no longer bound by occult art (if memory of my time in Italy is accurate) and is now free to respond to the state of what is taking place upon this sacred orb. This is not to say that Lady Nature means ill in this particular demographic, only to say that nowhere is safe, unless your safety is minded and monitored by the one in whose hands all fates reside. No one is more truly the fool than he who is unaware of or ignores this. Job one on this planet is to find out where the power lies. The sold out whores of political industry think it resides in one place. People like us know otherwise.

Of course, sometimes you have to wonder if it is Mr. Apocalypse at work or The Antipasto. Your antenna should go up as you read the article. It certainly is interesting that these specific things should appear on a business card sized piece of papyrus.

We're closer than we were to whatever it is we are getting closer to.


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Visible and The Critical List: ♫ New Age Woman ♫
'New Age Woman' is track no. 1 of 9 on Visible and The Critical List's 1993 album
'Jews from Outer Space'



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- 'A Novel of the Unnatural and Supernatural...'

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Old Man Apocalypse and the Dodo Bird Factor.

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You knew it was just a matter of time didn't you?  I did. This simply adds to the ratcheting tension being manufactured by the Zionist Neo Cons, concerning The Ukraine, Syria and Iran. We've already seen what their intentions are; given Libya, Iraq, Afghanistan and everywhere else where mountains of bodies rot in a frank testimony of their blood thirsty adventurism.

We can also, if we are the sort to pay attention, now see what the reason was for the banks stealing all of those houses, during the period where they crashed the housing market, You just follow the money. They stole so many houses and a considerable amount of them by illegal means- that they had to employ robo-signers because they weren't equipped with enough personnel to carry out this degree of theft on this kind of a scale.

It goes without saying; in a capitalistic, free for all, survival of the most connected and rapacious, that there would be an ever growing underclass, tossed by the wayside, courtesy of the mendacious juggernaut of runaway greed and self interest

It's to be expected in this sort of economic climate that certain notoriously evil corporations would seek to diversify into areas of legitimate enterprise. It is to be certain that they will violate every standard in the process. It is to be expected that most, if not all of the chief architects of torture and mass murder, would remain unrepentant. I believe I mentioned that during my hyper state in Italy, I had interactions with some number of these creatures with varying results. In the case of this toad what I encountered was a black hole. There was no soul and no being, only darkness. There are a lot of reasons why America is in trouble but... this is certainly one of them.

The idea that someone like this is still credible in the minds of millions speaks to the guaranteed destruction of Amerika. You can only be so stupid before the Dodo Bird Factor kicks in.

Ignorance and oddity are in fierce competition to see which can become the more outrageous expression of itself. Yes indeed, weird is the new normal. There are all kinds of reasons for both and the question continues; how deep is the connection between the two? Hundreds of thousands of cell towers dot the landscape. Microwave transmitters are all over the population zones. Invisible aluminum confetti rains from the skies. Still, I don't feel stupid but I most certainly notice the intelligence drop in the population; not so much in Europe, where they still have an education system.

One of the most glaring examples of the steep dropping off of intelligence and awareness can be seen in the odd words of urban speak that are used to express appreciation for things; such as referring to something as 'the shit', or saying something is 'stupid' or 'sick', accompanied by words like 'illing' and such are generally designated to identify something in a positive sense.

Yet again, another outbreak of exuberance from the privileged class. There's that on the one hand and on the other hand you got this and soon enough the twain shall meet. When crowd violence begins to match up with individualized expressions of casual and gratuitous violence, the stage is set for all sorts of interesting anthropological case studies. Yes, the signs are everywhere and between the cultural expressions of an excess of license and the governments obeisance before corporate theft, lies the valley of the shadow. And all the while ♫Old Man Apocalypse he just keeps rolling along♫.

Of course, humor and irony are in attendance (cue Robert Plant) ♫I gotta whole lot of Love♫. The ridiculous is there to be found on the street and also in the Elysian towers of privilege. Recently I saw an article on the six worst presidents. Georgie Bush and Bwak! were nowhere to be seen. You have to figure the article was written specifically for the omission. The other half of Mr. and Mrs. Potatohead is doing her part to reduce everything to the state of the ridiculous. Soon enough, however, this concern over consuming too much food is going to be hammered by Lady Nature, as you may notice in the article, it mentions that Idaho is the fifth largest dairy producer and that area is a concentrated and specific area and that is exactly where the drought is. There's nothing accidental about any of this. "Where there is no vision, the people perish." When a nation turns away from a sincere appreciation for the provider of all good things, all good things diminish from their world.

You can expect a certain amount of outright bullshit that is agenda driven. You just can't beat Mr. Apocalypse when it comes to making a statement about being buried in material excess.

Here where I am, food prices are at least half of what they are in the U.S. and often 3 times cheaper, with the exception of meat and fish, which are still cheaper and which I don't eat anyway. Fish is a rare appearance at my table these days. When cost of food begin to skyrocket this fall (if not before) that will not also be the case here because here the government acts upon food prices so that the poor can feed as well. What a novel idea! What is the result of this kind of policy? It cuts down on revolution indicators.

Since there is no such thing as coincidence, you have to consider the source of this particular take on the Blood Moon phenomena of 2014. Regardless of the strong dogmatic edge, it can't be denied what also falls on these same dates; falls? One can only hope. Then there's another perspective, about which the validity of, I am not authorized to comment on (grin)  but you will note the constant reference to awakening on a wide scale. Once again, coincidentally, that is the very date upon which I depart for new environs. There was no plan in mind for this. The date was picked for convenience.

Since astrological forces are operating behind and through the scenes of all that happens, one can most assuredly assume that April 15 will kick off an intensification of all thing apocalyptic. We're at the door of the new frontier and this will manifest itself in specific ways depending on where any one of us is at specifically, in terms of consciousness. For those who have been laboring against the currents of the stream, there is going to be a shift in the direction of the stream. Those who have been engaged in other efforts will find that life has come about to resonate in disharmonics as well as harmonics where such shall apply.

At this juncture we will refrain from further commentary on the matter. Changes should become increasingly apparent in accord with the level of one's ability to perceive and that is dependent on the degree of one's immersion in the material flood.

Whoops! I almost forgot to mention; some of the more observant among you may have noticed the disjointed presentation of this posting. This was intentional, in order to reflect the conditions of this particular segment of time.


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Visible sings: ♫ Bush Family History Lesson ♫
'Bush Family History Lesson' is track no. 5 of 10 on Visible's 2002 album
'911 was an Inside Job'



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- 'A Novel of the Unnatural and Supernatural...'

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In the Land of The Me and the Home of the Slave.

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Here's a good example of the dysfunctional elite in their sense of timing with Mr. Apocalypse. The stunning, lying hypocrisy of the government in The Land of The Me and the Home of the Slave, is the stuff of Grand Guignol, Arguably they know they are lying, morally bankrupt, sacks of shit but they can't help themselves. They're a lot like someone who wants to entertain so badly that they don't mind that their general audience (the ones who appreciate them) have an IQ south of 70 or resemble the residents of a Florida geriatric complex that has forgotten their own names and doesn't know yours (until they get wired up with the necessary tech).

It doesn't matter. It's all about the smell of the grease paint and the roar of the crowd and irrespective of your performance being not unlike that of a south of the border dog and pony porno flick, you're unmoved by the obvious comparison. You're in show business, proud as all get out to follow the elephant in the circus parade.

Since we are looking at either an upcoming Cannibal Apocalypse or a tabla rasa, it's probably important for you to learn a few survival skills in the short term, as the long term always seems to take care of itself and also depend heavily on the short term anyway, That's just one of the things you might profit from knowing and if it interests you, then... there's a whole bunch more. I give this out by way of exampling the point that there are all kinds of things we could know and even some that we should know. As always though, it all depends on where you look.

This world, being a world of misdirection, is devoted to detours, also called umleitung in certain locations. Because of conditioning, people are unaware that they are being routed to one form of perdition or another and also convinced that what's truly good for them is frightening and dangerous, as well as destructive to their social standing. You see forms of this every day, like that Austrian study that says vegetarians are more likely to catch cancer and have heart disease than meat eaters. In case you didn't see it, here it is. Given the connection between colon cancer and meat eating, this is complete disinfo. I could go into detail about how very, very wrong this is but... why bother? Only certifiable morons would believe something like that. Yeah, if you believe that, I've got an insertable, vibrating iPhone5 that works as a Kundalini activator and also records messages and then transmits them to your inner ear. You too can hear voices. You're living the dream, baby.

In the world of scriptural incidentals there are a whole lot of different creeds and convictions. Within all of the major manifestations of the teaching of one or the other simple, though illuminated souls, there are many schisms and each one of them is certain they have the right idea, which came birthed out of an imagined integrity to recapture the original duplication of something that has happened over and over many times before and most of which are unremembered and, indeed, of which no record even exists. Their imagined integrity was driven by an awareness of corruption in the original duplication and didn't last all that long before it developed corruptions of its own. Sometimes it came out of a corruption within, where the founder discovered that all that was required was to rehash the teachings of the original duplicate and they would have their own money machine. They would have their own money machine AND be swathed in personal mystery that was guaranteed to provide them with bodies of whatever sexual persuasion they were inclined to express themselves upon, as a verification of their authentic rewriting of one or the other original duplication.

It's impacted on every so called spiritual path that there is, whether that be Sunni, Wahhabi or Shiite, Mahayana or Hinayana, or any of the subvariables; including all of the myriad Christian sects. Truth is neither dual nor non dual. Using terms is not the same as understanding them and carrying a heavy attitude about ones level of insight is proof positive one possesses none. Even singular new age constructs have their offshoots and ingrown toenails of convoluted doctrine. Satanism isn't what it used to be either, since most of it is just a reverse moralized cover for psychopathic antics, having only incidental connection to any actual worship of anything besides the evil in one's self... hardly a satisfactory facsimile of the Prince of Darkness.

The truth of the matter, insofar as I have discovered and which only applies in that regard; leaving you free to believe whatever you please is... all this dual and non dual and having a head full of dogmatic cant and the fruits of metaphysical speculation birthed from the ruminations of a tiny separated mind add up to, well, squat actually. Sure... there is truth to be discovered in both dual and non dual thought but, it is not discovered, it is revealed and unless you've impressed the dispenser of all things real, you don't have much except for your pretensions and whatever sophistication you've managed to engineer into whatever front you present to the world. Anyone can have the ear of the world for a moment or two and anyone can attain to levels of relative importance in the relative world but not everyone has the friendship of the ineffable or his agents and without that, you got nothing.

Of course, anyone and everyone is free to dispute this and to insist that there is some other way, or that one can damn well accomplish whatever they want, as a product of their own industry. But... whatever it is that you think you have acquired or come into the possession of will only sustain itself up unto the gates of death. Following that little incidental, one finds themselves engaged in a dialogue with a particular entity, to whom one must give an account of their words, actions and accomplishments (or lack of) here.

I will allow for there being the possibility that any number of loopholes and metaphysical wormholes may exist but I'm not keen to pursue any of those possibilities. I am utterly and completely convinced that you can't get from here to there without a bona fide guide. I'm convinced you can't get there without the grace of a master, or luminous entity with juice in the higher realms. I am convinced that we are all among the condemned, unless we have a friend of the court; an amicus curiae to plead our case... someone to say, "Hey, he's with me" and that would be one who has already passed through the checkpoints you MUST PASS THROUGH in order to arrive in the worlds of light. Far greater souls than myself have attested to this and I have also heard it from the one who decides these things in one form or, seen and unseen.

Another thing that Bawa said, this time about me, when a friend went to him during the period I was in deep shit and facing a life sentence was, "Oh, he's be alright, he's just taken a different path." I'm quite certain he wasn't just talking about that particular condition. It's because of this and similar statements and events that have come and gone and also permanently branded themselves upon my soul that I awaken with such a perpetuating optimism. It's all those things hidden in the wide unknown, in the zones I am unaware of but which radiate with invisible force through every day and night.

If what you have discovered is real, it will not only endure, it will intensify, as ones connection to it strengthens through trial, test and experience. Eventually everything but this departs and these other things make their exits in the course of your "Voyage of Life." When the parts that make all these distractions possible are gone from within you, they are simultaneously gone from without.

One can only understand anything from the level one occupies. The meaning given to anything and ones ability to use or apply anything, is totally dependent on what the level permits. Once the level shifts, it is altogether possible that both the meaning and function of most anything can radically alter from what it seemed to be. This is one more reason why, "I don't know" is a most potent mantra. Conscious, "I don't know", coupled with humility and a sincere core of genuine aspiration, will engineer contact with the one who does know. Nothing is more important than making contact; in my view, from my perspective, in my opinion. Absolutely nothing I can imagine is more important than making a personal connection with the ineffable. Following that, everything takes care of itself as if by magic; seen in comparison with anything that went on before.


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