Sunday, August 2, 2015

Standing on the Shoreline of Fathomless Time.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there and just because you can doesn't mean it is.

Well... it's official, in my mind anyway; the news is a bunch of crap, both Crass Media and alternative media. Neither one of them has any idea what they are talking about. I've been going to these places every day, mostly to get links to reports and stories, as examples of whatever it was I was in the process of writing about. I can't seem to find anything in either place anymore that I care enough about to share with you. There's  no loss in that regard. you can always go there on your own. Of course, every now and then you find something that YOU KNOW the readership will be wanting to see.

This leaves me without a whole lot to say about the world in general, or specific for that matter. It is what it is and we are what we are, except when we are not, which is, as they say in fashion 'all the rage these days'. Quite obviously, the darkness and the agents of the darkness, in passing, are ramped up to accomplish all of the confusion that is possible for them, before they must make their exit, willingly or otherwise. I'm guessing 'otherwise' is the likely vehicle of departure.

In the meantime; accent on 'mean', we have to resolve our primary difficulties. Here's a list of what has come to my attention as representative of these; our presumptions of knowing, when we don't, our attachments to all the things that bring us pain and which we seem unwilling to recognize as doing exactly that, our idea that we have control over our lives, which most of our regular experiences prove is not the case, our inability to love ourselves, our impatience at conditions and circumstances, because our concept of time is different from the one who owns time and space and everything that passes through and between them, our fantasy that we know what god wants of us and everyone else, when we don't even know what we want or who we are to begin with. I'm sure there is more but every one of all of them has something to do with the way we see ourselves.

Much of what contributes to our view of ourselves was formed in us without our permission when we were too young to possess the objective capacity to filter bad impressions of ourself, that were injected into our consciousness through telepathic invasion. It's all the result of bad parenting and those parents were themselves all subjected to similar experiences, as were their parents before them. It's not just our entry point parents, it's also all the various social influences from government, peer pressure and the culture. The latter of these is presently being expressed as a ravenous, mucoid substance, something along the lines of, The Slime that Ate New York.

A great many people are having problems of the moment. We're all engaged at some level in a cosmic Spring cleaning process. Of course, I'm talking about present company because many of us are not engaged in the process and are simply meant to be processed at some point. If you are not consciously engaged, you will be unconsciously rendered through a series of successive events that bring about whatever resolution the variable math of your being adds up to.

For many these days, one of their biggest trials is having to be alone; if what I hear is any indication of trends. Great divisions are occurring like fault lines through the social strata. There aren't that many of us that really enjoy being alone. Personally I can take it or leave it. Being with another person is entirely dependent on the quality of the interplay. If that is not of a sufficiently high order, it is often more trouble than it is worth. Even more important is the level of belief that one's consort has in the other. It is near impossible to succeed if your significant other does not fully believe in you. This is especially so if the other has no frame of reference for the ineffable, or does not believe in the ineffable. There is a current, much like an electric current, that passes between two people and which charges the dynamic between them, in relation to what appears on the manifest realm. Without this in effect, there is no 'juice', no energy. You spend all your time walking uphill and the hill keeps climbing because the doubt keeps piling. In a large percentage of cases, when someone succeeds at what they do it is because of the faith that another has in them.

So... even if you are alone, sometimes this is for the best, especially given that none of us are ever alone, we only think we are. Why would we be put in the company of someone who doesn't believe in us? There are as many reasons for conditions as there are people to hold the opinions on them. Sometimes it is Karma and sometimes it is because nothing of any significance, in a wider sense, was meant to take place in a particular time zone. We can imagine that the ineffable is unconcerned with what we desire or seek after. We might imagine that what we want is at odds with the will of the ineffable, or we might imagine that the ineffable is too busy to put any attention to our insignificant personal pursuits. To the contrary, the ineffable is deeply involved in every aspect of our lives and this is something we need to impress on ourselves viscerally. Just because something doesn't happen the way we want it to or when we want it to does not mean it will not happen at some point, or in a way vastly different than we might have envisioned it.

The reason that the ineffable, or fate, or life; call it what you will, sets such trials before us and often seems to be working overtime to reduce our faith and push us beyond what seems to be the breaking point, time and time again, is to increase our faith- to remove from us every support structure except for a simple and unshakable faith in the ineffable. Scripture is timeless because truth is timeless. It is written into the very integrity of existence. It is the word and the word is the basic building block of life and from its resonance comes everything that is or ever will be.

Sometimes I think, "If God loves me he sure has a funny way of showing it." Still, I can speak from experience and say that my faith in the ineffable and my willingness to rely on the ineffable is stronger than it has ever been, despite everything I have been put through. Even now, when there is so much more to think about than I ever expected to have served on my plate, I'm not thinking about any of it. I'm just thinking the ineffable is going to arrange it to his satisfaction in whatever way that is manifest and I will take it as it is and be glad to have done so.

On the Beach

seeing things as they are
what does that mean?

seeing my mortality in
the context of a dream...

this brief hour of life
the impotent voice of my heart to
all the torments before and beyond
the unknown into which i am gone

over and over again I return
until every role has been
my own

until every triumph and defeat
every honor and ignominy
tasted and digested
mourned and regretted

and the point
what is the point?

reaching desires end
standing on the shoreline
of fathomless time

bearing witness to the limits
no longer applied

here is that boundless moment
without end
and nothing that was will ever
occur again

My dear friends, whatever it may be that you struggle with, it is only a restless dream growing nearer to awakening. When one awakens, the environment of the dream fades, until one cannot even recall what had formerly been present. Now you are in another place and surrounded by the elements of that location ...there is no room for anything else. There is nothing that we need to do to bring any of it about. Our job is not to interfere. Our job is to reach the understanding that it is all vastly beyond us and knows far better than we ever shall, where it is bound and how it will go about arriving and becoming.

End Transmission.......

There will be a radio broadcast today at the usual time and place.


Anonymous said...

Wow, beautiful. This was a special post. Very enjoyable.

Alan Perth

Anonymous said...

Also I had a question about Thursday's Origami if I may.

Regarding your notes about your early psychedelic adventures, I am very interested in your mention of a giant serpent. I saw such a vision too, thanks to only 4 tabs, deep in the forest. I was peaking, and the surrounds seemed like nothing special. You said Lady Nature is wherever there is foliage. So I was wondering why it all seemed like just a random bushland, perhaps I called out sincerely to Mother Nature a few times, maybe I didn't. Or perhaps I called out to God. As soon as I vocally doubted and qquestioned the spirit of the forest, of its divine quality, I saw an immense serpent. The entire hill turned into a red and green serpent. I almost shat my intestines. I thought it was going to eat me. But it neither moved nor spoke. At the same time, my breast involuntarily fanned out and my shoulders pinched back. I found myself rising to the balls of my feet with incredible poise. My hips were locked back and my chest flared, like a rooster.

Anonymous said...

I'm pretty darn sure I didn't do any of this. My body just moved itself. Very enjoyable, oh!! And surprisingly HIGHLY erotic. :) but in a divine way. The snake became an intimate object of my love. My arms did like a salute the sun yoga asana but before my hands could meet at the top, th elbows bent and my forearms pointed forward and down, with hands on top of each other, whilst my upper arms were raised above shoulder level. Imagine making a cobra hood behind your head with you arms. Then I got scared when my mouth started hissing loudly at a submerged giant green snake.

Alan Perth

Anonymous said...

Vis you've told me many times that you cannot interpret another's psychedelic experience, however it seems we may have had a similar experience. If you can share your thoughts it would be highly appreciated. Thanks mate.

Katy said...

A poem I memorized in school, when the psychology world was coming to grips with the fact that one-on-one therapy could never handle the increasing demand:

“They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.”

― Philip Larkin

What a hollow world view.
The psych world turned hard core atheist during my studies...

Luckily, the study of psychedelia and of the spiritual world had already showed me
Home...always There, smiling Love, looking past all the illusions and fallings
Right into my heart.
The journey back home is shorter, my guess, when offering up my tiny, daily crucifixions...


Visible said...

Commentary of that sort will take place in a post. In any case there is no time for that now. I will say that your experiences are legitimate.

An Old Friend said...

I was feeling very alone.

"So... even if you are alone, sometimes this is for the best, especially given that none of us are ever alone, we only think we are."

Thank you Les.

This post came to me today JUST when I needed it most, just as I often find your writings do.

Anonymous said...

I have been reading these posts for a long time now, even went through the archives when I first me Visible (via Truthseeker).

The posts and readers have evolved, the anger is dying, the love increasing and the words of god are showing through.

Thank you Vis :-)


L.L.O. said...

I'd like to share a quick story.
On Saturday I had the opportunity to be with a wonderful group of people on a beautiful night in the foothills of Northern California.
Many were artists, musicians, really good cooks, and just friendly, good people. We played music into the night, read poetry and enjoyed excellent food and drink.
Many of us had known each other for what seemed a lifetime, others we had just met.
I think of the space between these types of magical gatherings and it saddens me in a way but as I get older (and allegedly wiser) I tend to just cherish those times more and more. In reality I spend A LOT of my time alone. But I am not lonely. I've always been that way. Always been one of the "weird" kids, ha.
Anyways, I just wanted to share that and let others know that despite the pressing weight of the state of our world there are still people and places and times where the "tribe" of humanity gets back to its roots and just "is".

May you keep putting one foot in front of the other.


Anonymous said...

Thanks Vis.

The worst kind of loneliness is to be lonely in a crowd. I have people around, but seemingly none who can see. Every single one I know is more or less addicted to the corporate media, accepting its propaganda uncritically, which then shapes their world view. Somewhere I read (maybe here) that perhaps we are dispersed for a reason. I hope that's right. One thing for sure - this is unpleasant, and is seemingly getting worse.


Kazz said...

Hubby and I had a marriage counsellor experience earlier on, when our children were still quite young. I opted for a male counsellor because I didn't want hubby to feel outnumbered. The counsellor's suggestion to our disconnect (due to our being overwhelmed with 5 young children under the age of 7, which left little to no time for our relationship) was to have a threesome. Hubby, who had been extremely resistant to seeking outside mediation, made a sudden transformation into, well if the counsellor said it would be good for us!!!! I physically dragged my husband out of the session before the counsellor, who kept licking his lips like a dinner bell had just been rang, had the opportunity to suggest that we all get it on there and then. I never suggested counselling again!

As for the cosmic spring clean, well that came after the counselling session when I realised we were on our own. What I could not alter without was an indication to me that I had to alter within. It was a difficult journey but today we have a family unit that is supportive and loving of each other.

The area I live in is one of the poorest in the country, according to statistics, but we are simple folk so no one gets too stressed. Life is more about going fishing and enjoying a laugh with friends. At a time when the world is falling around most people's ears I am embarrassed to report, but happy, that our little haven appears somewhat of an escape from the dysfunction and craziness of an out of control world.

On a different note Vis. I have it on good faith that the reason the structures (religions, corporations and governments) are falling around our ears, is because the environment is being made the new God. The elite deliberately destroyed the environment so they could fear monger people into AGENDA 21. This way the elite can get patsies to exterminate the masses, for the good of humanity, of course. This way the elite can just slink off into their dens and lairs, never having to answer for their crimes against humanity, their destruction of the planet, or their betrayal against God. The only question remaining is whether humanity is gullible enough to fall, once again, for the elite's end game?????

Luv Kazz

Anaughty Mouser said...

Thank you for the fine post. Been having trouble posting comments this past week.


Visible said...

I'm assuming you didn't want the multiples posted.

Brian Crossland said...

Katy @ 5

During training as a Mental Health Nurse my first Lecturer opened the Psychology Theory part with that very Poem.
I thought how depressing. Luckily like you, I seemed reasonably immune to much of the nihilistic powerless world view. Although I didn't know it at the time I also felt that much was missing from the Psychology world view, in fact I would say even with hindsight psychology as taught was the least useful thing in my training by far.
Of course being open to energies, entities, other realities and a core belief in the ineffable was not part of the curriculum.

I think Philip Larkin should have spent more time in nature and less in the Library.

Eudoxia said...

One of the finest posts yet Viz! Brilliant. You are obviously here to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable. I do that too at times. In reality they actually disturb themselves but try telling them that -laugh- I realize now that when I get worked up over anything all I'm doing is disturbing myself. Reminds me of a Tori Amos song called Crucify [] emphasis mine....................

Every finger in the room
is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces
Then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Just what God [Yahweh] needs
One more victim

Why do we
Crucify ourselves
Every day
I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Every day
And my heart is sick of being in chains

Got a kick for a dog
Beggin' for Love
I gotta have my suffering
So that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter
He says will you ever learn
You're just an empty cage girl
If you kill the bird
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start
my own religion
Please be
Save me
I cry

@Brian C - I studied psychology and drew the same conclusion. It's all a pathetic excuse really to keep us all in a state of total powerlessness. I can say the same for religion. It was Lady Nature and many others who reconnected me and helped me understand the basic human condition which sucks but it is what it is. Bless all of us who are doing the work to remove the chains from our own hearts.

Zoner said...

Glad to hear that the mechanism known as "news" has ceased to interest you beyond a means of measurement. One will never find any "truth" out there - in spite of the absolute certainty with which it is presented. Your intro line is most appropriate for this time. Most of the external pressures and enticements and "stories" are merely steering mechanisms after all. But you all know this at some level.

I will say that this is not at all what I expected from a SM posting, yet it was nourishing and welcome all the same. Being an Origami fan, it felt quite comfortable.. Thank you for continuing to share yourself and your perspective. You are certainly not alone in any sense of the word, beyond the most literal I suppose. That may not last either - who knows?

Anonymous said...

As Freud said to Jung when their ship entered the New York harbor in 1909 -

"They don't know we're bringing them the plague"

katy said...

I appreciAte the note about the poem...(eudoxia, as well)
Always so nice and cool when poetry connects.
The recently posted, e.e. 's
I sing of Olaf....
Made my heart beat... I still have an aged, beat up version posted inside a cabinet door....
((If you want to memorize something put it in the bathroom..heh...I can still proclaim Olaf 20 years later.))

Ray B. said...

Karen Norman / Kazz, I am sorry you got such a dork counselor as your first exposure to Psychology. Under almost any variant of Psychology, such a 'suggestion' from without would be not only unethical but deeply into conflict of interest. They would be kicked out of the profession.

(Unless the 'suggestion' itself was only meant to throw the couple into a 'crisis' mode - and thus move them out of their intellects and into all the bottled-up 'stuff' they wouldn't acknowledge. Even so, that would be a last-ditch measure to crack the intellect, and highly risky. You would need to be really good, not to mention centered and ethical, to try that 'therapeutic move'.)

There are good counselors out there, but as you said, ultimately the work is done within (one way or another)...

On Psychology in general, it depends on the awareness and 'quality' of the therapist. A good rule of thumb is that the client will only go as deep or high as the therapist has accomplished in him/herself. (Actually 'seeing' the auric-blending, 'holding space', and energy transfers between the therapist and client, I can agree with this empirical 'rule'.) So, pick your therapists carefully and intuitively...

One of my teachers, decades ago, was of the strong opinion that it was preferable to have at least some emotional healing (if required *grin*) before venturing into the higher states. Otherwise, the energies would simply feed into what was already there, and you'd get blown-up versions of paranoia, obsessiveness, vindictiveness, blame/shame, etc. Not good. For me, I have noticed that I will reach certain states/levels, and it will just stop/plateau there - until I have done additional 'cleaning'. Perhaps an internal safety-mechanism.

I agree that today's version of Psychology is just as likely to be a part of the 'net' meant to disempower us as any other profession. A shame. Do know, however, that there are those out there who do hold to Psychology's original ideals of (real) healing and self-empowerment.

Psychology should be a stepping-stone into the higher realms...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

Dreaming of those Beautiful Islands in the Sun.

Kazz said...


I can't get the page for 'Dreaming of those Beautiful Islands in the Sun' to load. I tried to access it three different ways. Just giving you the heads up.

Cheers Kazz

jpow00 said...

What is going on with petri dish. there does not seem to be a fresh post for Aug. 4th.

jpow00 said...

Again, i cannot see a fresh post for aug 4th!

Visible said...

It's back up again-

Dreaming of those Beautiful Islands in the Sun

mike m said...

When you click on the link to Petri Dish just go to the header with the eyeball and click on that and the page will load, hope that helps.

Thomas said...

Dear All,

I think Visible could use some help in the financial sense, to get himself fixed up after his accident.

Think about it: What he gives here is worth far more than money, and if everyone reading this sent something like 50 bucks, he might have enough for his present needs. Well, that's my opinion anyways. I guess prayers are good to send too.

Be well.

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