The Ever Intensifying Madness of the Times.

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

Before it was occasional, it was random and unpredictable. It was what it was but... now... unfortunately, it is what it is. Insanity is riding a six legged horse and no demographic is being spared, save those who will not consent to union scale for the part of an extra in a cast of thousands; in this hokum Biblical epic, based on fraudulent Revelations and accompanied by other doctored scriptures pulled out of the ass end of a broken gyroscope of confused planets. This twisted symphony of dissonant voices; this unmanaged chaos, is akin to the sound of countless thousands of swine in a slaughterhouse. It's not Ave Maria that we are hearing. Crazy? Gone with the wind Cyonotic? Collective violent outrage by those too privileged to appreciate what they have is the new schematic when corruption has reached the point of worship, smells good and then an automatic Pavlovian sexual response emerges from the visceral brain where you get rule by mob. The reality of it all should be clear even to the mentally challenged.

On the one hand how is it possible that people don't see and what is going to be left when the obvious comes to pass?

Funny huh?

Could it be any more certain what is on the horizon? I'm watching it all in a sort of horrifically transfixed state of WTF. The sheer horror and inanity of it all. One day follows the next and for every example given there are at least a dozen more that could be given but one is enough to be emblematic of this or that powerful trend down... down into whatever is down there. I find myself, unconsciously sometimes, walking in the forest, or somewhere, thinking and thinking and then saying, "Dear Lord, how long... how long?"

Yesterday a reader sent this in to me. At first I thought it might be one of those hoax postings because of the intensity and graphic evil of the claims made against the highest authorities in this church. It's not that I did not believe them to be capable of it; it just hit with a great deal of force. Then several people commented to tell me it wasn't a hoax. Then someone wrote to tell me it was even worse, then someone sent it to me again. I guess it has gotten a lot of interest. This won't be showing up on the mainstream news because the people who own the mainstream news are without a doubt also engaged in similar things. In lieu of reporting on this, we get what they consider important and on the heels of these things they mainline their coming objectives. The disconnect between the real and the irrelevant in some minds is... well, I don't know what it is.

And let us not forget the connections between things like this and the relentless forces of the marketplace. I thought..., I assumed that all of what is nutritionally valuable in the potato is in the skin. Perhaps I am wrong, just as I am probably wrong about brown rice being of far superior value than white rice. I do not doubt that the white rice lobby will inform all of us about the intrinsic vitamin and mineral power of white rice. Then there's the white flour which they remove all of the nutrients from while in storage, so that the rats and cockroaches won't eat it. Then they, allegedly add it all back again, when they make those loaves of bread that you can reduce to the size of a baseball by compressing the whole thing in your hands. I have done this.

The absurdity... it is impressive. It is amazing the degree to which it pushes and pusheS and the arguments that attend it, such as "My comfort with my body should not be dictated by how others perceive me. However, I don't wish to force this view on anyone." "If you don't like what you see, simply unfollow me," she added. I'm trying to get my head around the part where she says, "I don't wish to force this view on anyone." There's obviously more going on with all of this than what appears on the surface. It could be just one of those things where someone, even with the association of powerful family ties, possesses such marginal talent that it is necessary to generate publicity from other areas, like M. Cyrus and the tongue lolling twerks, or the completely staged antics of people who can fabricate events simply because they have all kinds of money.

I'm linking all of these things for a reason and posting them in Smoking Mirrors, when many of them, more appropriately belong in Petri Dish, because I want to illustrate something while it is still fresh in my mind. Okay... let's consider the lidless eye of Sauron, the single eye of the illuminati; then factor in the force of 'appearances' as it applies to the eye as the organ of sight and then consider the 15th Trump of The Devil whose letter of association is Ayin, which means 'the eye'. The impact of deceptively defined and wrongly interpreted appearances grows in power by the day. We are assaulted on every level by what is not true and the whole illusionary body of them is bulked up like weight lifters on steroids. Meanwhile the gap between what actually is and what is made to appear as what is, grows by leaps and bounds, creating a tautness much like a piano wire being stretched to the point where the laws of physics intrudes with a vengeance. The Center surely cannot hold. We are at all times, mere inches away from some form of spontaneous domino roll and you can see it in people's eyes; whether this be the glazed fixation of the supremacy of appetite over all other concerns, or the incipient gleam of panic that is the regular state of all who are caught in the midst of endless fabrication, with no integrity of infrastructure upon which to hang.

One can look at this pandemic phenomena as being the work of the devil loosed upon the world for the near certain destruction of the majority of the residents, if one sees things in a Biblical sense, or it can be viewed as the strategic force of Mr. Apocalypse driving every form of insanity to its illogical end; well... it would seem logical as well or... it's all just a random interplay of overwhelming crazy shit being pushed by a multitude of unrelated and related agendas, in pursuit of a personal triumph over all competing interests or... just the kind of thing that always happens in the transition zone between one age and the next. A lot of the time it is unimportant, after the fact, how you got wherever you got, following the strongest impulses impacting on you because... you're there and that's the sum of it and... whatever happens 'there' is what happens there. It's pointless to argue about or speculate over how your legs got trapped in the crocodile's jaws once that happens. It changes nothing and usually, you can't reverse the video tape to an earlier point. All you can do is learn from whatever it is that came about, whether by crocodile or any other medium, provided you are around to do so. Of course, should any form of after life be a reality, one supposes you might learn at that point.

I want to point out that the madness of many permutations is rapidly increasing in an exponential way, just as the vermin which feeds on the carrion remaining, after whatever it is that happens, happens, are increasing in size and number by leaps and bounds like the rats in New York City. It just doesn't seem that it can end well in the main. That goes against any theory one might conceive of otherwise, based on available evidence. It's just getting more and more manic, at a higher and higher rate of speed. It's some kind of demented, out of control, amusement park ride. Are those screams of terror? Are they screams of excitement? It's hard to say.

I'm left in a state of shocked wonderment, as I watch is all come and go before my eyes, albeit at a significant distance but... is it really that? Two days ago I was returning from a trip and had to make a few stops in order to purchase items for a dinner party I held last night. Prior to this, people I had passed here and there seemed, more or less normal but on this day, it was as if every demented and perverted type in the area had all, by some sort of secret homing signal, converged upon those places I was passing through. I don't know now if I was experiencing one of those hyper reality states that comes and goes with me or... was it just as it appeared? At one point I was in line and I felt this venomous energy coming at me and I knew it was the person behind me. I turned and saw this massively obese woman glaring at me. There was no reason for it but it was palpable. Her face was twisted into a monstrous state that might have been her usual state and everywhere I went and every time I turned, as I made my way homeward I saw another example. Someone or something had ripped the surface Formica off of the faces of the people as I passed. It was unsettling to say the least.

Lately I have also been having extremely intense dreams. I won't describe any of them due to space and time constraints of the moment but they seem near prophetic in content and intensity and I awaken thinking, something's coming. Something that has been coming for a long time, driven by inevitability and the collective pressure of millions upon millions of minds, at a far remove from the stable and sane, is coming round the bend and definitely not riding six white horses. I'm finding it hard to sketch out a clear expression of all I've seen and felt in recent days. What I have listed and linked here is only a fragment of what I have encountered and there's a much wider awareness of the whole inside my head. I can't know yet if this is responsible for the increase in my perception of the totality of now, in all it's diversity of moments round the globe, or whether the cover is coming off of it all. what is pending... what is arriving ...but not yet present it... it could take any kind of shape. It might be some very dramatic events or series of events, or it might be an instantaneous heightening of awareness in every consciousness where this is still possible. I don't know. What I sense though is that it is transformative beyond anything preceding it. I'm not afraid... it's more like watching a movie and knowing you are not in the movie. Many people might still be terrified, as they are when they watch a movie and are sucked into the performance. Those who know it is only a performance are not moved and can even see nuance as it comes and goes or doesn't arrive at all (grin).

That's all I've got to say to this point; this garbled, cluttered and inconsistent mess you just waded through but... it's what I got. I hope for better in coming days, at least from my end of the contribution.


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Visible sings: ♫ Iridescent Dreams ♫
'Iridescent Dreams' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)



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

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Live Free or Die in any Number of Ways.

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“All through the midnight, watch em come and watch em go, with only one thing in common, they got the fire down below”. Very intriguing lyrics those and quite true. As I am working here I thought I would revisit certain musical spaces I used to enjoy; Bob Seeger, Donovan, Jefferson Airplane, Jefferson Starship, Hot Tuna, Dan Fogelberg and a few others. It takes me back. Certain lines run through my head these days; “a violent hash smoker shook a chocolate machine.” It was a different world then. The darkness was active but also concealed in many ways. That is not the case anymore. The darkness is now on Main Street, brimming with evil, cloaked and camouflaged in every manner of perversity which have become the norm. All of the moral strictures that maintained a semblance of civilization are gone. They have no meaning unless you are poor. They have all been replaced by a single caution; “don't get caught.' However if you have the right connections and influence then that doesn't matter either.

The rules have changed. The laws now exist to protect a particular criminal element who have carte blanche to offend in whatever way they choose and you are in danger of prosecutions and persecution if you point this out but... there are other connections and influences that they do not possess and which are infinitely stronger. Their main agenda is to separate you from your faith in these other connections and influences as well as to distort the teachings of the timeless instructions, set into place to mold and protect you. This is why the majority of religions are now just another branch of Murder Incorporated. Predatory termites have burrowed through all of the infrastructure of western culture and they are now in that phase of looting it entirely. They've passed laws that guarantee their right to do this.

Some years ago there was a vile character called Roy Cohen. He was a deal maker and an influence peddler. He liked young boys and he had a boat that often anchored offshore from places like Provincetown and elsewhere. There he would party with young flesh and share the exercise of his tastes with other important men like Cardinal Spellman. Yeah babe, the rot of the day ran deep. Here's just a bad taste of it. What most of the world sees is the front side of things; that side that 'they' want you to see. They make policy and they attend important meetings and the media which serves their interests gives a public report on the activities of these sterling servants of the people. They are not servants of anything but their own self interest. They aren't even human. They abandoned any associations with their humanity long ago. Behind the front, an entirely different kind of action takes place. Most of those in the field of play know about the others and what their particular tastes are. It's all perfectly acceptable because very little of what they engage in is acceptable in any case and so they have all come to terms with accepting the monstrous appetites of one another, without the slightest hesitation, knowing that their own peculiarities will pass right by with a nudge and a wink, unless they step out of line, or it's their turn to get thrown under the bus but none of them expect that would happen to them; someone else perhaps, not to them.

We make much of the cognitive disconnect of the general public; how it is that they can be nearly as dim witted as livestock. It's evident that they suffer from some form of terminal blindness. I believe terminal is an appropriate word for it. They are not the only ones who are blind however. All of us are to some degree but I mean to call attention to those who fancy they are in charge of our lives. They are most exceptionally blind themselves. What they see is not there but they are caused to see it as they do for the purposes of the fate and destiny they have set upon themselves. If you're going to play chess, you have to understand the board. Some systems work and some don't and some work for awhile and then don't work. People with time myopia don't get this. Some systems build things up and some tear them down and sometimes the one looks like the other. The article you just read is spot on.

What to make of the international backdown on the orchestrated World War 3 activities? Conditions in The Ukraine have dropped off of the media, other than the weirdness of Russian troops backing away, not backing away etc. Something is going on behind the scenes. Something is frustrating the efforts of the bad guys in their quest to do bad things; at least in any truly dramatic sense.

There's little to talk about or write about at the moment as pertains to external events. That suits me just fine. As my father used to say about me, “no news is good news”, (grin) so... I'll segue into a little personal memorabilia and then expand on that as it might relate to the rest of us. One of the reasons I had such problems with government forces was my refusal to admit that I had done anything wrong. They expect you to show up in their kangaroo courts, all down at the mouth and talk about how what you did was a bad thing and you would never do it again. I had no intention of that. Getting high was never wrong in my mind and I certainly wasn't going to let a bunch of alcoholic fascists tell me what highways I could travel. I am free and always will be. When they put me in jail I was still free and acted on it. This led to my spending most of the time in solitary. That was fine with me because I am also never alone. I looked at prison as a monastery, filled with strange monks doing penance.

The state of your life comes down to one thing. Who do you accept as the authority over it? If you accept the temporal world as having say over what you think and say and do, well, there you jolly well are, aren’t you? If you choose otherwise, that the ineffable is in charge of everything. There you are too. Following that, the courses and transitions of your life will provide the evidence of which of these is so. Generally both of them are, as it applies to fealty given. I don't follow their rules unless their rules make sense and I told them just that. During a period (a long period) when I was locked up among the criminally insane, there was a program that came into being which resulted in some very dangerous people being released into the public. This was a huge disaster and some number of people died as a result. When I went to the psychiatrist who (seemingly) determined my status and asked about my eligibility for this program I was told, “no, not you, you are too dangerous.” I couldn't help but laugh.

Every time I was released on probation and then later on parole, I exercised my right as a free spirit to go where I wanted and, pretty much, 'catch me if you can'. The end result was that I got a full pardon eventually. The next big event, some years later, resulted in an acquittal so... for all of the years spent confined and on the run, I now have NO RECORD. Looking at where I am today I have to say, based on the evidence accrued, the ineffable is in charge. Sometimes we may not enjoy, 'purpose of demonstration' as it applies to us but it always turns out for the best.

They want you to cooperate and they want you to be a rat. If you don't, the hammer falls. Now... here round so many turns and corners, many a man wakes up a rat and some don't. You have to live with that and are they going to look benevolently upon you for your efforts at conciliation? Of course not, they hate rats too. Until you are able to see that life is a staged event with some latitude for the extemporaneous, you will be an actor without a clue. You will be treadmilled and you will be herded. Ask yourself, what is the fate of hamsters and livestock?

Of course, freedom isn't something you gain from not being at odds with forces that oppose it and somehow managing to bypass the conflict, either through elegant subterfuge or compliance, even to the degree of joining them. Freedom is something you achieve when you succeed in conquest over yourself. There is no other battle. There is no other adversary and you have to understand that being put through the unpleasant changes necessary to bring this to your attention is a real indication that someone bears a profound love for you. It may not look like it at times but... it's true. The worst part of being able to live 'the highlife' up at the top of the pecking order is that it is empty and not at all what it looks like from outside. It is only the illusion that they are better off that they have to convince themselves that they are. Even worse, you have to associate with so many other people who were capable of anything in order to get there and duplicitous as can be in order to stay there. There's a great film called “House of Mirth” that shows what happens if you refuse to play along and fall out with people of this sort.. Of course... it doesn't have to end that way. It depends on who your real friends are.

If you want friends in the invisible you have to go about your life as if they were there, regardless of evidence to that account. You also have to behave according to their standards. There's no more to it than that. You can't just do it on the weekends. It's a full time commitment. Inconsistent efforts bring inconsistent results and it is always hard in the beginning until the discipline kicks in and then it takes care of itself. Here's a good yardstick to measure all related things by. Your taste buds are arranged according to your preferences. If you suddenly are eating entirely different foods it can hit your taste buds in a negative fashion. It isn't what you are used to enjoying but... within a single week to ten days of eating otherwise, your taste buds adapt and now that is what you like, or at least what you are now used to (grin). Change your habits and new habits will develop. This is unavoidable. Adopt habits to your best advantage.

Difficulty at the beginning; that is an I Ching hexagram. It gets better. It really does and... so will you.


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Visible sings: ♫ Balls & Bearings ♫
'Balls & Bearings' is track no. 9 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'



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

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Cruising Down the Smoking Mirrors Highway.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

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We all have celebrities that we follow, or call them creative artists if you will; people we are fans of, not necessarily artists but then again, artful at something, could be sports, could be bank robbery. I admit to liking Jessie James, Robin Hood and people like Willie Sutton- "It's where the money is." Tell me about it. That explains bankers I guess. I've had heroes and distant impossible attractions. They aren't now what they once were. My biggest starstruck thing of the moment is... drum roll... Mr. Apocalypse and it's for things like this. It's not just that Mr. Apocalypse is exposing so many things, it's who he is getting to expose themselves. It's amusing to me to watch these bot fly larvae work their perpetual long range scams on the public, as they march toward the final resting place of monstrous crimes. I don't remember Dante addressing this issue but... he probably did in some fashion.

Lines have been drawn in the blood soaked sands of time. The lines are invisible, just as the cries upon the hot desert wind are inaudible to the pedestrian mind. You can hear the voices in the wind. They are there. I've heard them but... you have to have that state of mind, that attitude of listening, where they suddenly burst into coherent patterns. I remember sitting on the deck of our house in Italy. It's a magical location. I was in a state of heightened awareness, communicating with someone. That part of it I don't remember. What I do remember was this strong feeling and how I couldn't place the source of it and it was awhile before I realized it was being generated subliminally by the voices in the wind. Like most people, I had only been hearing the wind up until then. For whatever the reason, I tuned into the wind as it moved through the leaves of the olive trees and suddenly... I could hear the voices that were transmitting upon the current of sound that was caused by their passage through the leaves. They were passengers on the sound. What was interesting was what the message was composed of. There was an urgency in it all and the translation of what was being said did not express itself in words. It was expressed in feelings and all of it was coming from the past.

There was a great deal of regret and anxiety in the transmission. The whole point of it was that things could change and it was not too late for that but that a time would come when it would be. These voices were speaking to the present of a future that had not come to pass but which has been ordained by the past. The voices were not speaking to me. They were speaking in a very general way to everyone. They had been traveling a considerable distance and they had picked up passengers as they went so, it was a chorus; a choir. Occasionally a stronger voice would rise up on the carpet of other voices, with some special desperate appeal and then fall back upon the whole.

From this experience I took away a number of related understandings. They appeared full-blown in my mind as they took up residence and though they were very present they did not come to my focused attention until following times, times where they more directly applied to what I was going through. I understood that every element of Nature contained a voice. This includes the thunder, earthquakes, the coming and going of waves upon the seashore. I remember the day I first saw the horses galloping upon the sand. The waves were their manes and a song was coming out of the crashing of their hooves. This was yet another message but it was not a message of regret and urgency. It was a message of inevitability and cycles. It was filled with a majestic but tragic indifference to forms and conditions. It was a kind of, "same as it ever was" and same as it will ever be. As impartially watchful as it was of all the rising and falling of nations and individual lives, it held an unspoken promise that made the whole thing something more than just a witnessing of a mechanical routine. It contained an unstated promise of something more but it was unstated because the reason for the tragic indifference and the same as it ever was statement of fact is the fact that hardly anyone stops, looks and listens and that is why existence is one massive multi-car pileup, one awful train wreck after another.

Maybe it's only because it is the Kali Yuga. Maybe that is the soundbyte of the waves in this period and as soon as Satya Yuga comes in the whole tone changes. I haven't been around long enough, in terms of memory retrieval to know. This isn't about that anyway. This is about all those voices that appear through every manifestation of Nature. Guru Bawa could hear what the animals were saying. Their communications are a little more complex than one might think. Some of them see and feel and know more than we suspect and that is what makes the way we treat them all the more egregious and reprehensible. Transmissions come out of the plant kingdom in the form of dreams and they come out of the higher realms from those speaking to the deeper parts of us that are asleep, or caught up in the thralls of a dream, which are generally an indication of being asleep, unless you count daydreams and even those come about because most of us are sleeping right through our lives and this must be so because all of our priorities, most of the time, are based on dreams and dreams are not real. We think they're real. We think they're important, mostly because we are surrounded by so many others who think they are and who sacrifice every important opportunity of their stay here on things that stay here.

In this age it is a matter of dismissive judgment when it becomes known that people hear voices or say they do. The truth is that a lot of people who are locked up or wandering around in the forest line along the sides of highways, are actually hearing voices. In many cases, given the state of the times, these are not voices you would want to hear. The natural protections in certain minds broke down under the pressure of existence here. Very often it is these voices that urge the vulnerable to terrible crimes. In some cases these perpetrators are under the protection of powerful, malicious entities and they prosper at awful behaviors for quite awhile. Sometimes they are protected by karmas that require the acting out of certain events at their hands.

You might wonder at where I'm going with all of this and why I went off the Smoking Mirrors highway so early in the post. The truth is that I don't much care about any of the crap going on outside the windows of the car I use to cruise down the Smoking Mirrors Highway. I only engage in the observations that I do because ten times as many people read Mirrors as read Origami and that's how I came to create Mirrors after having had only Origami for some time.

It's no longer of great profit for me to point out shit you can find by due diligence. Do we care that Warren Buffet has given over a billion dollars to abortions causes? Do we care that the Howdy Doody administration has released thousands of violent criminals, from a protected demographic and which the implicit message must be, "go therefore and do it again"?

Sometimes I link to items that are part of a trend that I expect to become more and more common, like this and... freakish hot air balloon accidents, or the deaths of hundreds of miners. I really think people need to be more watchful about what's going on around them and that is the point of identifying trends; not just event and conditions trends but trends expressed in human behavior and trends concerning behavior modification and manipulation; never so intense and ubiquitous as now and that is why the voices I speak of are so important and one can see the validity of this by checking out their own experiences, whether you are hearing actual voices or not. I am talking about intuitive urges and hunches that all of us encounter; those warnings we sometimes get and those flashes of opportunities that appear in the mind from somewhere. I'm talking about the drive to go somewhere all of a sudden, or to seek out new ways of thinking or living, or... feeling... the desire to change that comes upon us for whatever reason we tell ourselves it arrived due to. These are voices too.

What I mean is that we are all hearing voices on a regular basis, only we don't hear them in a direct and conscious way. We hear them through our subconscious and this is the real reason for a seemingly unjustified optimism, or some apprehension that has no visible or perceivable presence in our perceptions. For the pedestrian mind there is the usual urgings toward whatever appetites the hungry ghosts using us are attracted to. For those seeking higher and deeper; more meaningful exchanges, "operators are standing by". Operators are always standing by.

If one meditates and one is consistent about it, one influences the inner sea they sail upon in the every day. If one does not, one is left to the whims of that sea as it is influenced by the interplay of the planets, as they affect one and the world around them. In other words, you are just a mechanical dancing puppet, on the strings pulled by the forces of the moment, for the purpose of the demonstration of that very thing.

In times of powerful and irresistible transformation, always fraught with great uncertainty, a lot depends on who you listen to; who you are able to listen to. If your head is filled with the chatter coming from all directions, as it is doing at the moment, that's the level of information you're going to be getting and that accounts for why so many people are either unaware, or don't even care about what is taking place and how it might affect them. Also, these voices are employed by particular interests that like to see their interests carried out.

You've heard of the voice in the silence. Some of us have come into the quietude for periods of time and heard, "be still and know that I am God." Some of us have had occasion to hear the voice in the quiet and moved on to other voices because the voice of the silence can be chiding and critical. It was many years before I started getting the kind of encouragement I now get and the inference my evolving situations seemed to indicate along the way was that God hated me. That hasn't gone away actually but there is an effort going on to convince me otherwise (grin). It all comes down to whether we want to hear what we need to hear or what we want to hear. This is why I encourage people to observe old people, to go to places where they are housed and observe them. Baring an exceptional act of grace, we are all headed there. We are not all destined or required to wind up in the same condition however and that depends on who you listen to and how well you hear or want to hear. If you want to hear, you will eventually discover that everything and everyone is speaking to you but... not in the way you were formerly accustomed to hearing it and not with the information you thought you were getting, based on what you wanted to believe was real.

I have had the divine speak to me through others at various times and with the person who was speaking being entirely unaware of it. I've had animals, the wind and other elements speak to me; a lot can get lost in the translation unless we are truly objective, if we can hear what we need to hear. That is the whole point of becoming like a little child. The voices we might hear as children, change into voices that suit what we have shaped our understanding of the world into but we don't actually understand it. We let it take the shape of our desires and appetites, independent of pure reason. It's what makes us unreasonable and then irrational, all the while seeming perfectly reasonable and rational, which it isn't. Just because millions agree on total fantasies does not make them real.

I found the space to say this this evening. I never did say what I wanted to. Hopefully this will serve in its place.


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



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The Curious Tale of Ash and The Whine
- 'A Novel of the Unnatural and Supernatural...'

...is now available to buy at Amazon.

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Frogs on a Slow Boil and Stevie Spielberg's Candiru Christmas.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It's getting deep out there. I'm afraid Wellingtons aren't going to cut it any more. You need full body suits, scuba gear. Don't even think about snorkeling. Now here's a tasty little item from one of the departments that manufactures bullshit, as one of its main industries. Note how they mention they have tracked hundreds of millions of dollars to countries where so called terrorism occurs, which might be true if the U.S. and Israel were making war on them. The one country in The Middle East that could well be getting money from these operations -and probably in the billions- isn't even mentioned.

Of course, all of this takes place because the world's super power is a gangster state and Howdy Doody, or the African American equivalent of Bozo the Clown, if you prefer, takes his marching orders from the people who give him money. The same people who make it possible for Bruce Springsteen to get his money and which probably explains why he can't write worth a damn anymore. Money will do that to you. It was certainly appropriate for him to do a 'haunting version' of “Dancing in the Dark.”

These people are all powerful, seemingly, on the world's stage at the moment and it's all about the money and who controls access to it. One of the head people over at The SEC said that no one would prosecute Goldman Sachs or any of the other mob operations and in return, they expected high paying jobs once they moved into the private sector. How nice.

Freedom of speech or holding opinions that run contrary to the Entertainment and Government cabal, run by the same people, immediately shoot down anyone who steps outside of their margins. You will note a bit of dreadful irony in the last paragraph of this article about someone being 'greenlighted'. Um Hmmm if you step on anyone's sacred frogs, anyone with a lobby, you're in the crosshairs. The head of one of the more prominent pro-obesity organizations said, "I'd be up in Barkley's face in a heartsbeat about this but I can't get up out of my chair." "Please help me, I've fallen... and can't get up cause the floor gave way and now I'm lying in the basement." Gee I guess I'm not very politically correct am I?

The truth of the matter is that nearly every organization that purports to work for human rights, or any dysfunction wide enough to have a lobby is run by the same people who do this precisely to protect themselves from the consequences of their crimes. At one of the flagship Zionist universities, they are bringing diversity to a whole new level. You can see where this is going and you will note the comments made by the spokesman for the Satanic Temple. He said something about not believing in the supernatural; pray tell, why do they have a temple then? You can pretty much say anything these days and no matter how transparently false, hypocritical or contradictory it may be, there are a lot of people that will believe it because? Because they are dumber than a rock. And as long as you are a member of a much publicized victim minority group you can say anything and it will be perfectly fine. On the other hand... well, there is no other hand is there? Of course you only need one hand for certain activities and I think that would apply here. "Looks like it's you and me again tonight, Rosencrantz."

Here's a more or less humorous piece on the affair. It also makes good points that I wanted to make. Since Harvard is a mostly Tribe centric operation these days, it stands to reason they would want to get their deity out there at some point.

A reader chimed in at the most previous blog posting about how they were talking about things that were going down and ran into ridicule and general scoffing at their conspiracy mindset. That anyone, just about anyone can't see what's going on by this point, is proof positive that something really bad has happened to them. I don't know if it's invisible radio waves, microwaves, or cellphone towers. It could be in the water or something in the air. Whatever it is, it's potent but... it has no effect on some of us. Curious.

There's something going on with the announced withdrawal of Russian troops from the Ukrainian border. I don't know if promises were made this way or that way but... once again, events pull back from the brink. It could be that the world isn't set just right for their nefarious agenda yet. They want a Satan's temple in every municipality. They want a much wider implementation of alternative sexual philosophies and practices. They want a much greater percentage of the population reduced to extremity so that they will be blindly obedient in their need. Then again, maybe not. There could be all kinds of reasons. Meanwhile... the tone has changed again today from yesterday; expect anything! Did the step away from the border? Did they not step away from the border? One thing for sure, ZATO is a pack of lying thugs and so is the government they installed in The Ukraine so... expect anything!

A slight digression for those of you who like to lecture me about Putin and put words in my mouth and who think I go around with a campaign badge, on my chest) with Putin's face on it... I don't know what's what or who's who. Believe what you like. If I have indicated a greater affection for Putin than the bloodstained Zionista agents who abound in these times, it is because he is killing much fewer people and actually trying to stop people being killed and he's stopped the gay war on children in his own country. We are on the same page he and I, more so than I and otherwise ...but still not nearly as much as 'I and I' in attentiveness and allegiance.

Apparently they just found a million more holocaust survivors living in the Brazilian jungle and Steven Spielberg is flying in to frame up a movie construct. They came to the attention of the media when they sued the Brazilian government for selling fruit to the Nazi regime during the Second World War... oh... about 70 years ago that ended. They are demanding the city of Brazilia for residence and ten billion dollars in repatriation monies. It seems that the jungle mosquitoes were looking out for them until now as a matter of professional courtesy. It's always nice to see harmonies develop between different species with similar appetites and practices.

The sheer volume of nutjob antics in operation is impressive (to say the least). Whether it's Lindsey Lohan understudy Miley Cyrus with her achy breaky brain farts. The incredible photographic embarrassment of Zionist owned U.S. Congressmen meeting with Pussy Riot; the tawdry tale of Sterling and Stiviano. Then there's Mossad agent Lewinsky, whining about her deep nobility during the time of her staged crisis and whatall that I couldn't be intrigued enough to read more of. All of this superficial used toilet paper is designed to keep the attention off of things like this. Yeah... it just goes on and on and on.

I want to say that I would be just delighted when this Chinese Water Torture entropy, of one slow moment after the other, dripping down into a bottomless well, is over. Then again, that might not necessarily be good news. I guess we'll just put that in the 'be careful what you wish for' file.

The whole thing lurches from side to side, like some drunken behemoth who was also huffing paint. No one seems to notice it much because they are instantly intoxicated when the monster breathes on them. It's a big monster and it's breathing all over the place. The air is filled with the fumes of its discharges.

Oh... the agony of the wait as the heavy metals dance of time, baby steps its way into the darkness like an ancient Chinese lady with bound feet. If ignorance could be put on a gauge you could actually see the needle move because, sometimes it looks like it is moving like Usain Bolt. I got one word for you, Reality TV (pun intended). I don't remember from where or when all these people came from. I don't recall them always being around. I don't recall them being stupider than a potted plant; indifferent to the world around them, indifferent to their own survival, as it may hinge on the world around them, indifferent to the gruesome, capital crimes of their leaders. Day by day they lower the bar. They must be halfway to China by now. No miner and no creature known has been as deep into the darkness of the Earth as they have and they accomplished it with simplicity by just lowering the bar every day.

Quite often I think of them as frogs in a pot being brought to a slow boil. There is so little one can do because if you tell them they will "turn again and rend you." You can 'cry out to deaf heaven with your bootless cries' for all the good it seems to do. I'm not meaning to take anything away from the awareness and engagement of the divine in human affairs but it surely seems to be that the divine has decided events must just take their course into whatever earthshaking and powerful lesson it all leads to. I get the sense he/she has said, "I'm washing my hands of this whole sorry affair. I have run out of comparisons for dumb and clueless. Nothing quite gets it anymore. It has moved beyond description." That's probably not the divine speaking. That's probably me.

They just discovered another ten million holocaust survivors living half a mile beneath New York City. They came to public attention when they sued The Congo, Rwanda and Cambodia for the use of the word, which apparently they say is trademarked for their exclusive use both in the experience and the application of it. Steven Spielberg will be heading there after he gets done in Brazil. We're hoping he runs into an orthodox sect of candiru while he's riverside down there. Maybe he can make a movie out of that.

I've been feeling extra sensitive all day. Maybe it's a bleed off of the massive sensitivity that is everywhere to be found concerning anything anyone wants to feel sensitive about. I guess the important thing to keep in mind is that no one is going through all this sensitivity for no reason. There are serious, serious bucks involved in being sensitive and making everyone else feel sensitive so that you can behave in the most desensitized way possible, without fear of repercussion.

Faith can be a fragile thing. We hope for a better world and we expect one too but we see the venal parasites at the controls; their police and prisons, their armies and the unnumbered dead. We wonder at what it will take to bring us past this dead zone of hungry zombies. Will some messiah come down out of the heaven's and transform hearts and minds instantaneously with immeasurable power? Will some version of space brothers appear and simply take the power away from the criminals presently in charge and do whatever needs to be done with them? Will natural disasters of global scope change everything in all necessary ways? Is it something else? Will it be something else? I simply hope and believe but have no compelling vision of what form it may take. Somehow it works out and we find ourselves somewhere else. That somewhere else will be based upon the collective works of yours truly (whichever of us that refers to) during their tour of duty on spaceship Earth.

Karma, destiny, direction, aspiration, talent and ability, ambition and whatever it is you have come to love, either through extended contact or spontaneous combustion; these all add together to forge the environments and circumstances you pass in and out of. Every one of us is sitting at a command console, with the opportunity to chart our course and steer our saucer pod to whatever Loka or Hellish region we are attracted to, regardless of whether we got taken in by the adverts or not. We are daily engaged in the creation of whatever new world we are set to enter upon, whether that world was there before and only about to become new to us, or whether it was sprung full blown from the forehead of some archetype; whatever...

I tossed this complex salad today to point out a few landmarks on a particular walking tour we are all embarked on. Maybe you know the meaning of life and death and don't have to whistle past the graveyard and maybe you don't but you can definitely, most assuredly, make contact with one who does. It's up to us and whatever level of incandescence we put out (through faith, certitude and determination), who it is we meet up with and who it is we develop a relationship with and for how long, how deep and whether it is one of animosity, indifference ...or true affection. Right now, right this minute, our fate is being decided. Everything flows out of the present. We can get up this morning and say, “today, my life changes for the better, in ways I was unable to imagine before. Today... a true prosperity in all good things will descend upon me and be directed toward me. Today... I am brand new.”


End Transmission.......

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Visible sings: ♫ Graveyards of the Heart ♫
'Graveyards of the Heart' is track no. 3 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'
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The Lap Dancing Prostitutes from the Sarajevo Redux Bardo.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I don't tend to get angry, mostly because I recognize its inefficiency in regard to whatever the focal point might be ...but I felt myself get close this morning when I went out to pick my morning news from the tree of mostly evil and had to read the smarmy, slimy, sidewalk hooker rhetoric of the dishonorable wardens of public info, as they spewed out their cowardly rants against Vladimir Putin and Russia. Everywhere you go in the rat's nest warrens of ZIONIST owned and controlled media (bought with funds stolen from the public till through criminal banking industries) all you hear is lies, lies and more lies about what's happening in The Ukraine and how Russia is behind every dark thing going.

Here's the truth about The Ukraine. They had a government but ZIONIST agents that controlled the more powerful governments, via their control of the currency, through their control of the central banks, orchestrated a revolution paid for by ZIONIST bankers, assisted by a worldwide conspiracy of SATANISTS who work in concert with these fiends. Whether the legitimately elected government of The Ukraine, which was forced out of office by mercenary agents of foreign powers, was a little or a lot corrupt, as so many governments tend to be in these times; a little or a lot, is beside the point. It was a legal and legitimate government put in by the votes of the populace.

Make no mistake; not only do those called pro-Russian separatists support a closer relationship with Russia but the majority of the public does as well. At the hands of the Zionist controlled governments, presently in charge of Ukrainian government policy, all the people of the Ukraine can expect is to be sheared to the skin of all their collective wealth and lack thereof and then butchered like sheep and then hung up on the hooks. We have the voice recordings of Zio-Satanist, Victoria Neuland, ranting about the 5 billion that they raised to destroy the legitimate government of The Ukraine.

Israeli owned and influenced nations in a cabal of blood-soaked international policy, have murdered millions from Afghanistan to Iraq, from Iraq to Libya, from Yemen to Syria, as they push for the destruction of Iran, Russia and... everyone in their path; in countries around the world, these vicious psychopathic mass murderers are torturing, enslaving and killing at will, for financial and geo-political gain. They are monsters and they are one hundred percent the initiators and agitators of violent suppression the world over.

All the while... all the while as the American Crack Whore Administration wages the Suicide of Imperialism, for which so much historical record abounds. Behind the scenes, the dominoes of their sure and certain fall are assembling and trembling as the inevitable approaches. The signs are everywhere. The signs are indicators; much like that highway sign tells you that in half a mile the turnoff to somewhere will appear. This can be hereafter known as 'the future exit'. The signs are becoming more and more ominous. Tens of millions of children in the United States are in some variant of hungry. Howdy Doody and his Lap-dancing Prostitutes, are in a terminal conga line, dramatizing for the purpose of demon-stration, the ancient calamity of one's reach exceeding their grasp. As Lao Tzu has pointed out; the advancing army should never lose sight of the supply wagons. This is certainly the case and the result will be what it always has been.

The longer the public allows for this tedious façade, being visited upon them through the controlled media, the more horrific the eventual circumstances are going to be. The rich are secluding themselves into ever more tightly protected enclaves. They are fools if they think this will protect them from the wrath of the starving mobs who are, unlike them, not too fat to dare to die.

Random outbreaks of insanity are going to become more and more commonplace. Madness is afoot and afield. Those natural restraints upon which society has so long depended are breaking down, or... like their religions and enduring institutions, are proving to be corrupt and riddled with vermin and rot. The glue that held them together has lost the integrity it requires to maintain the bind and the bond; alas Babylon.

A furious and unfocused rage is simmering beneath the surface of every day life. It's hiding in the peripheral shadows of your Google Glass. It's lurking in the parks and slinking through the wood-line by the edge of the highway. When materialism becomes the be all and end all, then epidemic fear becomes the hand maiden of daily life, whether that be the fear of protecting what one has, or the fear of being able to acquire what one is so 'dead' certain they need to possess.

Some of the most terrible evidences of how bad it has gotten, are concealed in the innocuous and ridiculous. Here is a sure sign of it. When those connected to power, or pandering after it are bedazzled by reality TV actors, you know the end, or at the very least, massive change, is come. Tornadoes are harbingers of the displeasure of Nature; when expressed to excess. Floods, fires and earthquakes attend them. These are mirrored by social disorder and an ever growing distrust of one for another. Massive separations between the few and privileged rich and the mass of the poor, neither of which, to their great misfortune ever have enough, continues to widen. The poor are most often poor for two specific reasons. They are poor from a multitude of too many desires and poor as the result of past behaviors. Along with this, is the always present need for lessons and learning. You learn or you don't. You learn or you don't. There is no exception to this, save for inexplicable grace. “Okay... okay... let the poor boy up. I think he's had enough.”

Grace and good fortune, by mysterious means, come always with a price and that price is the responsibility of a greater industry in times to come. Otherwise, one needs only reference the biblical tale of the talents given to the 3 servants. Were there but three? Would it matter? There has been many an example of this and will be.

We've been given this agonizing stretch of time to consider precisely these things. Days stretch into weeks, to months and into years. Here we dance; the human soul having a dream of being a man or a woman, or any of those things that define us in search of our truest definition; 'a spiritual being having a material experience'. Minute by minute, hour by hour it passes. Upon reflection it seems no more than the blink of an eye; in the midst it can seem so long, dependent of one's circumstances, as some are trapped in The Motor Vehicle Department Bardo or... whatever waiting zone of a purgatory we walked into. Everything is a sentence; a sentence of time in search of awareness; in search of... why? However long it takes, is how long it takes. Will we discover it in the long and tentative touch of our fingertips, against the circling wall, in the darkness of our unseeing pursuit? Will we fall back into that darkness and let the soul cry out like a nightingale, tossed upon the mercy of angels; fallen back upon a darkness brimming with light; those hidden molecules of luminescence that can only be seen from the other side of The Mobius Strip. It is a trick of vision and the sure and certain result of true vision. On this side it is all illuminated by the false light; that material glitter which is generated by desire and just as desire is so very much like a fire, it throws its inconsistent and ever changing shadows in every direction and all of it... out of proportion with our own shape which casts them.

The relentless pain of living has only one objective and that is the sanctuary of awareness that speaks to us of the deeper meaning of everything within the context of the whole. Too often we are so very unaware that the divine suffers through every pain and struggle within us and by our side. There is an ancient precedence for the crucified God, which goes back to before the world occurred. It was a truth within the mind of the generating divine, before any generation had taken place; “before Abraham was I”. How can we know and not know? How can we hear and not hear? How can we see and yet not see? The answers to all of these are as simple as they are profound ...and mere child's play to the one who has returned to their essential and pristine native state. Who then is the parent? Is it you? Well then, have at it with a will, as you shape and form whatever and whomever it is to the dimensions of your personal limitations. If it is not you then you must needs take that greater hand within your own and never hold so tightly to anything ever again as you to to that hand.

Rising and falling, the changes of this world mirror the consistency of inconsistency that is the restless sea from which we all are born. Whatever it is you value, that is what you will be weighed against and the metal of it will be proven in the crucible of tribulation. There at the end, all sorrow turns sweet and joy is the gift of existence to the intrepid and resolute, unless you prefer a lump of coal.

Any day now, barring divine intervention, of which there has been so much, as there has been so little of it seen, Sarajevo Redux comes. Madness and genius are mere millimetres apart, distinguished from one another only by the results of their efforts. Once again... what do you value? That sets the course of your every endeavor. That determines your direction and your direction determines the country through which you pass and where it is you arrive at. It is far, far better to reflect beforehand than to regret in the aftermath.


End Transmission.......

We shall strive to have a radio show up Sunday night. We are very, very busy. It constantly surprises me that these posts find a way to appear.

Visible sings: ♫ God's Not Dead ♫
'God's Not Dead' is track no. 3 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
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