Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Cruising Down the Smoking Mirrors Highway.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

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.


End Transmission.......

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24 comments:

Visible said...

For some reason the text wanted to print small. I fixed it.

galen said...



A text of texts. Gratitude.

But one in four? My poll results showed one in three.


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galen said...



Wind,
moving
takes things with it
even the air
is on to somewhere

Clouds
wet
waiting for no one
misty clean
showin' off change
Surely my life is clearly clouded

Sky
really high
darkens
beams
covering things
it's all I will allow above me

Dirt
holdin' all my future eats
puttin' something under my feet
hiding this and hiding that
Almost nothing isn't dirt


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missingarib said...

Vis, the wail of a train a memory from distant childhood,sounding in the night both past and present always calling as it fades away.
The illusion of train tracks merging in the distance,the smell of coal tar on the tracks the hypnotic clack, clack of a train going by,the sensations of life that morphed into muted life cupped between earphones .The electronic voices shouting down the walls of jericho.
The white noise always present inside trapped noise ..The stillness of the night broken by that lonely whistle ,evocative, to awake, the stranger and friend alike ,that we pass through the world like a train in the night .
thus we harmonize with your insight that " In times of powerful and irresistable 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"

live long

nina said...

Dante's Inferno was illustrated by Gustav Dore' as were many other of his works. Dore' actually financed the Inferno. I like the one with the feet sticking up out of sludgey quicksand. It applies so well.

But, please, feel free to choose:
https://www.google.com/search?site=&tbm=isch&source=hp&biw=1079&bih=577&q=Gustave+Dor%C3%A9+Iferno+illustrations&oq=Gustave+Dor%C3%A9+Iferno+illustrations&gs_l=img.12...4108.16641.0.19092.22.3.0.19.19.0.219.574.0j2j1.3.0....0...1ac.1.43.img..19.3.563.Ij6JTuzDsos#q=Gustave+Dor%C3%A9+Inferno+illustrations&spell=1&tbm=isch

More shortly,
love, nina

Eudoxia said...

Hot topic today Vis and right on that subject, I just collected the mail. There was a letter for my son who is at the hospital all day doing cognitive rehab after his neuro surgery early this year. I don't open other people's mail unless asked to but I had a strong and impending urge to open this one so I did. It was an employment agency advising he had an appointment at 2.00pm today, so I called them to let them know. It's the voices that don't speak that one gains the most insight from. You never cease to amaze Mr Viz -grin- It also never ceases to amaze me how stupid attributes these experiences to beliefs. I suppose that's why stupid will forever remain stupid, stupefied by his/her own stupidity - ignorance most certainly is bliss to these morons..................

nina said...

I for one, would be very interested in hearing what it was you wanted to say.

Anytime you can say it.

I must update my recent post with the addition of the Turkish Miners, they fit the profile which was created on the trinity of MH370, the stolen Nigerian Girls and the S.Korean ferry. The dead or missing are in the same 200-300 range and these supposedly mysterious events keep coming up back to back.
Ukraine is not included for obvious reasons.

Love, nina

Anonymous said...

Synchronicity abounds. There was a Native American song I learned in kindergarten that has stuck with me every day since then, for over fifty years:

I heard the wind
in the corn today

It said that it came
from far away

And it rustled the trembling leaves

To say that it was going far way

I heard the wind
in the corn today


Mandocello

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Off topic, but if I don't post this link, you'll post it in your next post if you're aware of it:

Police Officer Gets Beatdown While People Watch And Record The Incident

I see this escalating big time. Karma is a bitch, mon! How many people do we have who have nothing left to lose, and are totally pissed? Twice in one week. And something like this happened a few months ago, too. I probably have it on my blog somewhere, but I really don't feel like looking for it.

Ken Hatfield said...

For purpose of demonstration, you are a wonderful ghost in the machine. I enjoy reading your thoughts, I can always tell a Les Visible on Rense from the title. Eye-candy for my subconscious polyglot. Thanks Les

zepheri said...

Flowers and frogs, bugs and rats, sewers of vermin with twice brewed cats.

Anonymous said...

I really enjoy your Wednesday night prayer meetings...

{and the singing}

on account of those in the congregation who pray earnestly...

for blessings for others

and those that really matter

thanks for your full on honesty

sincerely

Davy

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Don't know if this got lost in the mail, so I send again. About those bankster deaths:

THEY ARE EATING THEIR OWN, BIG TIME

This must be fun. Who's next? And more importantly, WHAT'S next?

I'm sure the suspense is killing somebody.

(MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!)

Odin's Raven said...

Very interesting. It used to be thought that the element of Air represented the power of Utterance. It's reminiscent of the Oracle of Dodona interpreting the rustling of wind in the leaves of the oak tree. How may the quality of communication be improved?

Anonymous said...

Thanks Les for all that you do

Mandocello you'll probably like this too...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4-IZTZkTY8

...talking of trends, in Australia in the last few years a trend has arisen among young people exiting clubs at the end of an evening drinking - they king hit someone out of the blue for no apparent reason at all. Does much damage and people have died.

Anonthy

mikem said...

@LTPTB

Regarding that stupid cop who lamented that no one helped his fellow thug when he was getting a beat down from a real thug, what did this simpleton expect when you allow yourself to be trained by those monsters from Israel and you treat a civilian the same as those asshole Israelis treat the Palestinians?

Cosmic justice, motherfuckers!

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

#16

Ayuh. And I can't help but think this is really gonna snowball.

Oh well. I personally don't want ANYTHING to do with these so called leos in any way, shape or form. It's not like they're good for anything but being a ratchet in the wheels of the Universe. A cancer on society, even.

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

The Incredible Lightness of the Invisible Being.

Thomas said...

wow, what a post!

I find, too, the more I listen without prejudice, the more things speak. Today I was walking on a lonely, beautiful forest road and wondering why my drinking friends (I don't want to drink anymore, really, at least not much - and I don't, except in their company) hadn't called for some weeks, and a young muslim man came from behind in a car, stuck his head out of the window and shouted "Eh, Inshallah!" to me, and drove on. Hehe. God is greeeeeat!

Thanks Vis,

and All the Best, y'all :)

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

Surfing the Lowlands with Friends in High Places.

mangmuffin2 said...

I have been wanting to buy Spiritual Survival for a while, but have not wanted to pay the shipping at Amazon--no other way??

I have had much paranormal activity this past year, and not in a good way. (virtually all previous paranormal experiences were reasonably pleasant) I feel that it is long past the time for a shaman to assist me...hearing of your own experiences is somehow comforting nonetheless. Thanks.

Visible said...

I have no idea what the hidden intent of that comment is. I think I'll go take a walk.

Anonymous said...

As always, much resonates, but even after roughly 6-years of quasi isolation from others (not intended but just don't have any relationships nearby where I can sit down with someone, anyone, that has anywhere near the drive I have to get to the bottom of it all, or at least as close to the 'truth', the 'answer', the 'revelation' that my heart and mind seek. Truth seekers are more rare than I would have ever imagined. The great battle we seem to be heading for, I thought would have years ago forced its way into our lives, yet people all across the states and Europe and Canada and Australia, etc., are much to willing to eat shit-sandwiches all day, every day, than I thought could ever be possible. Clearly, the vast majority are quite happy to march right on off the cliff, just so they won't stand out in the crowd, and because they are too ignorant of realities of living in this time and space. I would love to come into contact with actual human beings, face to face, and not just another chat in a forum or blog or question/comment happens-chance conversation, but where to go and how to engage people in such topics as angels, the corruption of nearly all, the lies and deceit of thousands of years, the apparent war/struggle forever ongoing between good/God and evil/(pick a name to suite your fancy) elude me day after day. In my mind, I see the lack of true interconnectivity between like-minded, mostly sane, and ambitious people, (ambitious to get to truth, no matter where it leads), is a major chink in our honour. Too many are hiding behind the lines and waiting. But no one is out front and able to lead the cause.

I try day after day to hold on, reach deeper in my level of understanding, and seek what I hope will be the warmth and peace and end-of-this-race embrace of the most righteous, not the actors who are so many, but the true champions of the greatest struggle ever, and quite possibly the grandest possibilities ever, if only the world had but a few hardened warriors, noble men and women of honour, and deserving of our trust. Most sadly, people of unwavering integrity are too few or at least too frightened to make a strong case for the best path forward, and no voice of strength or note to pierce the insanity all around us. God - please forgive our many ignorances, and please let your soldiers, your angels make themselves easier known, for some of us want desperately a relationship with the Greater One of the universe, but I for one am fearful of inviting unknown essences into my life, or out of desperation, opening the door to just any knock.

Les - how does one insure that an invite to speak to a wise one, one with answers, doesn't turn into an invite to wicked ones?

galen said...



Regarding discerning which entities are allies, someone gave me this tool years ago and it has served me well: When a being appears and there is a question of its benevolence, simply give the command: "Stand in the Light of Christ." If the being is not of the Light, it will flee in fear.


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