Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Ah... the strange ironies of weird thinking. Recently, one of the few who spin out around here, wrote to tell me that my name, Les Visible, is an anagram of: ”I bless evil.” He meant it as a negative and an indication that I am evil. I had to laugh because, immediately into my mind, came the following Biblical quote, “Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult. On the contrary, repay evil with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing.” There are many more portions of scripture that say the same thing another way. This is not meant as a vindication of me because I had a policy for awhile to repay all commentary in kind, with the exception of avoiding any response to the positive. It's meant as a clarification of something that was intended one way but... on the level it was given and in reference to the authority called upon to affirm it, it turned out it works in reverse because-according to relevant spiritual texts, you are supposed to bless evil. No credit comes to me in that respect. I wasn't aware of that anagram being in my name.
I bring this up because all kinds of weird thinking is going on these days and it doesn't look like there is going to be some kind of renaissance of sanity, flowering in the air around us any time soon; here is just one example. The incredible evidence of double speaking weirdness shown here and the monsoon of raining irony created, due to who is behind this kind of nonsense, is seriously laughter inducing; one more convincing example of how it is that evil destroys itself.
So much of what we encounter these days is unintentionally funny; truly embarrassing to those who have moved past the ability to be embarrassed. There's funny and then there is ridiculous and then there is absurd. Here's one of the latter. The first thought that leapt into my mind was, “IF ONLY!” but... of course, this is just one more Zio-Lie, possibly brought about by Pam Geller herself, failing that, definitely produced by her handlers. When we think of evil, we think of evil men but women are no less capable, as Viktoria Neuland, Hilarious Clinton and others have proven. Then there is the clown of the group, Michelle Bachmann. Men and women create evil between them, if they are so disposed; if they are so inclined on the decline.
I know there are some that will be thinking, “Why does he talk about evil? Evil is an illusion. There is no evil. It is just a projection of the mind; of an evil mind... your mind. Visible.” (grin- outside the quote marks). Yet... every bona fide teacher who has stood the test of time over the centuries, of our so very brief recorded history, has spoken of evil and warned us to be on our guard. I doubt there is one among us that has not encountered, or been on the losing end of an evil action. There are those who like to work that moral relativism; 'everything is everything' thing and 'everything is okay all the time' and... there is some truth to that, in terms of resolution; in terms of how things work out... should you meet the criteria for it (what they hell is he talking about? What criteria? That's for me to know and for you to find out.)
I'm discussing this because I am noticing the not so slowly ♫slip sliding away♫ descent into a quagmire of lies piled on lies,,, resulting in? Resulting in an ever intensifying and ever more pervasive suffering, attended by the sad and terrifying deaths of many, at the hands of the few. Once again, the poor and put upon Israelis, felt it necessary to launch missiles at themselves; missiles which have yet to hit anything, so that they can use Palestinians for target practice and build up that false cred, where those whose lands they have stolen and who they have imprisoned in ghettos, can be labeled as what they themselves most completely exemplify. Of course, this explains why it was so critical for them to take control of the information industry... among other things, like the banks and currency presses, the entertainment and music business and the political theater of shameless whores.
The world, left to its own devices always falls into an entropic swamp of evil and things like this become commonplace. We don't get much in the way of details because the people reporting the details are behind the theft of charitable funds around the world. Surely you remember when Bush and Clinton showed up in Haiti and those crocodile tears ran down their faces as they did their Walrus and Carpenter act. Ain't showbiz wonderful? ♫We are the world. We are the people♫ Uh huh...
What hope is there for a public that refuses to learn and participates in the poisoning of their own being? It's less about what goes into the bodies of the public than it is about what goes into their minds and rules the affections of the heart. Once the mind is seduced, the body will go and do what it is told. How amazing is it that the more examples we are given that we are being deceived by those entrusted to protect our interests, the more fiercely we refuse to see it? Why is that? It is because all of our faith in what we so desperately want to be real would dissolve and we would be left bereft of our false hopes? That would, in fact, be the best thing that could happen to us. I've been there so, I think I would know. I say, 'think' because as we all 'know' here; I don't know (grin).
What can any one of us do about the gathering darkness, as it rides that iron hoofed skeleton horse with those eyes of fire, rearing and snorting and pawing the Earth? Into every declivity it makes, there rushes the black blood of those martyred by the pawing cuts. The darkness is coalescing into form. I can see the pale rider emerging into outline. I see the hypnotic swaying of his form in the saddle. I see the scepter that ignites the hunger for the most desirable object in the world (whatever that might be). I see it raised before the multitudes. I see them swaying to the music playing inside their heads, as Hell's Orchestra segues into the final movement of that unfinished symphony that can only be finished on location... as it were and... with everything that implies... as it were.
Where was I? Right. What can any one of us do? We checkmate the evil within. We call upon those angels that stand by, on call, waiting for our call and we ask them to assist us in our liberation from captivity. The example of our triumph will stand as the living proof of that possibility for everyone. If we attain, we create precedence. Precedence already exists in the timeless stories of those who have gone before us. They set the bar for our own achievements and left their undying example to guide our way. If others have done it we can do it too. We must learn to love ourselves and that becomes possible when we forgive ourselves because just as there are those who have accomplished greater things than we can yet imagine, there are those who have fallen further than we can imagine and who went on to rise again and to achieve beyond what we can still imagine so... what does that tell us? Uh huh.
Life goes on. We've all heard that and... what we hear less often is that life goes by and at some point life is gone. What occurred in the space of that passage? Some of you that are older are aware of how time compresses, as you arrive at different stages of existence. It speeds up. When you were young, a summer would seem to last forever and now?
This is less important than what we spent that time on. On occasion I mention 'the recording angel'. There is an angel that keeps track of everything we do and that will become very clear at a particular moment, which doesn't often happen on this plane and which doesn't mean it can't happen here but here there or wherever, it will happen and oh what a glorious wonder if it amounts to a good report, which by some higher magic has wiped away the shortcomings we endured on our way to victory.
There is something in us that is so much greater than what we are aware of and we have only to bring it forward into expression within us for it to take root and grow into an ever increasing presence of being; the true being of our eternal nature, expressed in the timeless moment, created by true being, which lives in that moment forever and always has done so. It is the coming state for any of us so disposed to arrive in that state. It is what the agents of the ineffable wants for us and it is what the ineffable wants for us. The ineffable lives inside us and seeks with a passion greater than we have ever known, or can know, that we might come to that place, that we might hear that knock and open that door unto the ineffable so that the ineffable might come in and flood our hearts with joy, so that we might be always one and never be parted again. These things are true. These things are true and we shall know and experience them if we are true.
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The Curious Tale of Ash and The Whine
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