Saturday, May 3, 2014

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.

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Anonymous said...

add hominy :

Jesus & Cosmic Ethel Duniho say


Talmudvision is Zio-pederasty

....for the children —
Williard Scott, Fri May 2 23:02

did Roy Moore find some stones


Love To Push Those Buttons said...

What do I value? Omniscience, complete self-containment, peace, quiet, solitude, to experience exposure REAL art (I especially like good landscaping of both nature and the manicured variety like at Butchart Gardens, and I love those Japanese tea gardens.) in so many forms, and the animal kingdom. Stuff is just stuff. A ball and chain, most times; though some is necessary. Hitting the streets naked just doesn't work in some places, not to mention seeing me naked might turn some to stone.

Though the longer I live the more me thinks Enlil was right. We should never have been created. The grand collective does seem to be a bit of an abomination.

Finally, you aren't the only one who is surprised these posts appear as often as they do. On the other hand, I do remember the days where 4 hours of sleep was a good night, day, or whatever shift I was on. Glad they are gone. My degree of self-imposed slavery is a lot lighter now days.

Mo visible said...

Les, Seems my push to Kazakhstan has been put on hold, but I still persevere. Still have the shop if you need any tool and die work done.
Ukraine must be handled. my nephew says it's getting much worse but has not spread across borders....yet.
We shall see...
Mo Visible

Odin's Raven said...

Here's an article about some of the horrifying things evil jews did to Ukraine: Perverts

Here's an interesting talk by a Russian academic explaining the jewish oligarch clans vampirising Ukraine now Fursov

Here's another, showing that when the 'fascist' thugs took over in Kiev, they immediately appointed jewish crooks to loot the east of their country.Looters

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Man, been reading the news, looking at the pictures, and I swear! If I had a positive cash flow, I'd get a T-shirt made.



Of course very few would understand it, if anybody in this town; but hey! If someone did know what I was talking about, they'd have friend for life.



galen said...

And then there's the real "poor," like the quinoa farmers in South America, who for centuries have planted and survived on that grain, and now, not just because its nutritional value has come to light but also because it's so gourmet-trendy, these same farmers can't afford to buy it. Victims of forced poverty. And almost all others of the world's hungry, struggling ones, crushed from self-determinism into dependency or death because those who manage (control, oppress, defile) the earth must cull and curtail, and must keep the class-structure firmly in place. They still can't make it without servants, even with all the peeing in the soup. Free trade, surrrrrrrrrre. The pointing finger delineates: "You get to feast, but YOU get to starve. You get to live but YOU get to die."

The poor teach us so much.

Yet, scarcity is a false construct.

And I was thinking about the queen of England and wondering how she eats an artichoke. I mean, does she pull off each individual leaf and have at it, like many of us do? I wish I could secretly see her eat an artichoke.


Anonymous said...

Part Ein:

What do I value?

Peace. The kind of peace when my brain doesn’t feel like a fizzy drink from taking in too much information to analyze and then having to scoop it all into the proper categories. (The curse of curiosity, I suppose.)

Like: “Oh, yeah, right on” to “LIES! Damn lies! I swear half the population is either on the take or on some serious mind altering drugs” to “Hhhmmm??? If THIS is true, then what am I going to do with that other thing I just decided on?”

And I ask myself for the umpteenth time, “Why do I have to do this if everything’s only illuminated by false light, anyway?” Then I hear the usual sound of me stomping my feet in frustration asking, “Why do I even have to have an opinion? Aren’t I in the Field where I create my own reality?”

Then, instantly….. La Voce: “Yes, Laura, but remember the global consciousness has its affect, too”

Then, that dreaded weariness sets in and I feel my life's energy drain from me like a dog being used to supply blood for transfusions. And each day it takes less and less to bring that up to an excruciating level.

Oh, that ache in my mind that begs the soul to please just ask the Ineffable for grace to not to have all this matter to you in the first place and to be released from opinion-maker and judge to simply, observer. (Come on! Quit kicking me! I've had enough! Can't you see that?!)

My prayer sounds more like a moan and goes something like, “Oh, God when can I be promoted to just a “BE-ing??” If I got some good karma coming to me can I please trade it in now to get me to the answer that I know will release me from the constant cacophony that cripples my mind.”

But before that, I know I have to ask the question. Oh, yes, the question. The Question!! What’s the question? This is the point where I pretty much have a mental melt down.

Anonymous said...

Part Zwei:

Oh, and my dream state has been 3-D, techno color, out of this world real and speaking volumes to me.

Yesterday afternoon for example: I “dreamed” I was walking my dog in the moonlight (why is it whenever I am dreaming, at least one of my pets are there?) And who should I come upon but the Original Dog Poet and two female beings. (Hey, I just dream this stuff, I don’t write it!) As I approached him he simply pointed up to the sky where I saw all of life being played out all at once using the night sky as a screen for my viewing pleasure.

All possibilities, all beauty, and so, so, so many different angelic beings, a.k.a. agents of the Ineffable. My jaw dropped open from the reality (I’m still not convinced it even was a dream) and I was filled with an awe and a peace and acceptance that just can’t be described.

I also saw an old style American missile poised and aimed at Russia with the numbers 541, 541, 541 written on it in a row. I saw so much activity, but there was no sense of dread or anything being out of control like normally one would expect given the times we are living in. As a matter of fact if I had to describe the feeling I was getting it would be … amusement, not from me, but from the Cosmos.

After a while of gazing, I looked down and Visible handed me four tarot cards. Now I’ll be the first to admit I know nothing about the tarot but even I knew what it meant when I looked down and saw a picture of a roman gladiator on a chariot being pulled by a white horse with the sky lit up by lightning and on the bottom of the card it simply read: “The Roman Empire.” I didn’t even have to look and I knew what the other 3 were.

And here’s something really funny. As I looked at the card David Bowie’s song, Golden Years, started playing: “Golden Years ... Gold ... whop whop wah ... Run for the shadows ... whop whop wah ... G-o-L-D... whop whop wah.”

I gotta say that is the first time I’ve had soundtrack in my dreams! I even woke up laughing at the irony of all the symbolism and God's sense of humor.

But, how did I get on the subject of my dreams when Vis asked us what we value? Hhhhmmm another morphing moment. I'll have to think about and categorize it.

Laura: formerly from there, but now trans ponding from here.

Modern Day Metal Making Alchemist at Work said...

Hey Judge,

you are in fine form today.

rock on


Anonymous said...

Don't be too hard on the sicko elites and their lickspittles. People like the honorable Bill Clinton, Murdoch, Gates and wife,etc.etc. are busy doing such fine humanitarian work in Africa. Excuse me, hahahaahahaah oh, yes, as if it hasn't suffered enough, Africa is now the "place to go for the elite, to show how much they "care". Anyway, who in the world could actually prove how much money or help, Oprah, Gates, Mordoch, Clinton,etc. are giving to Africans?? But it makes them look legitimate and good. In the meantime, the citiziens of their own countries, the ones that made them filty rich, go begging, hungry,etc.

Anonymous said...

Dog Poet.
You write like a crazy mix of Thoreau and Kerouac.
Beautiful style, which helps to communicate the message, heart to heart.
Much needed these days, much appreciated.
- the beggar, surprised by Grace

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

The Transiting Conditions of the Inner and Outer Sun.

Anonymous said...

Viz et al,



third cave on the right, third level

Anonymous said...

“Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, while the birds sang around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller’s wagon on the distant highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance. I realized what the Orientals mean by contemplation and the forsaking of works.”

“Depend upon it that, rude and careless as I am, I would fain practice the yoga faithfully . . . ‘The yogi, absorbed in contemplation, contributes in his degree to creation: he breathes a divine perfume, he hears wonderful things. Divine forms traverse him without tearing him, and, united to the nature which is proper to him, he goes, he acts as animating original matter.’ To some extent, and at rare intervals even I am a yogi.”


bob morrison said...

need a Sunday afternoon/Monday morning laugh?

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Visible said...


Anonymous said...

What I value more than anything is the safety and well being of my neighbors. If my neighbors are safe and well then it only follows that I, too, will be safe and well. Pretty selfish thing wanting others to be safe and well.

God (Xi, Heavenly Father, The Divine Order, The Goddess,Kismet, Karma,..., whatever one might call it.) Has other plans.

To what end? Don't really know. I don't even know if it ever does end.


Anonymous said...

To McCob:

How do you figure that if your neighbors are safe you will be, too?

Just asking.

Thanks. And I always enjoy your comments.


zepheri said...

Gotta be better than being surrounded by unthinking tit suckers, perhaps.

Anonymous said...

Laura, I suppose it doesn't necessarily follows that I would be safe. But, I think it is safe to say that my chances of being safe would be better than if I lived in a place where the people were at a high risk of being victims of violence. If one lives in a neighborhood with a low occurrence of crime then one would be less likely to be a victim of crime. Or, so I think.

Hope all is well where you are. I am a fan of Visible's writing but I also like to read the comments. A lot of thoughtful, offbeat people come into here and the trolls don't seem to hang around too long.

It's nice talking to you, Laura.


Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

Ukrainian Goon Squads and Life Otherwise.

Eudoxia said...

Same deal here when it comes to the MSM bald in your face lies. I've not been online for a bit and today checking the Ukraine situation really pissed me off. So was it on the week-end when a guest started to fly off the handle over the Russian invasion (Crimea) when politely told that there was no invasion I was instantly classified as a conspiracy theorist. WTF is wrong with these people, they literally can't see the forest for the trees and yanno what I'm sick of trying to make them see any logic behind their irrational arguments. What is the point? They are so enamoured by this corrupt, rotten system that they actually worship it. They are so consumed by illusion they are nothing more than biological machines. Anybody who can't see the enemy clearly (WDC and Co) is suffering with Stockholm Syndrome. Then of course I was accused of being apocalyptic for mentioning the entire Western world is in a total state of free fall and decay. My bad, how terrible of me to mention that someones dream of a perfect world is about to collapse. These idiots actually believe we live in a perfect system compared to the rest of the world. I was about to let lose my full personality on this guy and did to a certain degree when something happened, I felt a hint of compassion for this poor sod. Being an adept Orwellian proletarian is he going to be in a state of meltdown when the great Wizard is revealed. Not to mention that final dawning of awareness arising in the masses of the beasts when they realise they allowed their own wisdom and inner guidance to be hijacked by ignorance and words uttered by psychopaths over the millennia. And so it is...............

@ Buttons - I had to have a chuckle at Enlil for President! -grin- I have to say as unfortunate as it is I agree with you on that one. As Agent Smith once said in a famous movie, the human race is a virus upon this planet. But in saying that, such is the nature of the Kali - keep dancing Mr A.



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