Sunday, November 6, 2016

Coming in on a Wing- Coming in on a Wing and a Prayer.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

It's Saturday, late afternoon and Tuesday is two days away, if you don't count the rest of today or Tuesday because it would then be Tuesday and not away anymore. Then again, it will take all day Tuesday for whatever the nonsense is to complete itself and possibly into the next day as well.

One thing that this election has done and which hasn't come to the attention of many people is that it has woken the public up. The public has been able to see first hand the level of media bias and the cynically suckupping celebrities. It has been able to see the intensity of the lies in all those political commercials; like the one that said Trump was walking in on naked beauty contestants, some of whom were only 15 years old. That one amused me. I have never seen the degree of vituperation that has been taking place. I have never seen the media so clearly expose itself for what it is. It did it in such a way and to such a degree that even the wet brain American public was able to see it.

Mr Apocalypse is like an expensive watch; a multiplicity of gears turning and each gear is a kind of plot construct and it seems impossible to tell which of them are turning all of the others. You might term it a wheels within wheels kind of thing, or a number of those acts of misdirection from a great magician. All the while a variety of events seem to be taking place but what is happening is that something else, entirely different, is being woven out of them. All the while, as the psychopaths and opportunists are having their way, their every machinations is being recorded for posterity and their every act is being choreographed to a specific end.

Destiny is one of those words, one of those concepts, like Karma that has a temporal meaning over a broad surface spectrum, because of the varieties of interpretations given by this one or that one ...but these words have much deeper interpretations that exist, according to the depth of the one giving the interpretations. Destiny has an individual application and then various broader applications. Families have destinies, towns and cities have destinies, nations have destinies and even planets have destinies, as do solar systems and galaxies. The gods have a destiny. The gods have Karma and all of the aforementioned do as well. This accounts for some of those who walked out on their families and the towns and cities they were birthed in and grew up in. They were in search of something they carried with them as they went looking. It doesn't matter where you are. No matter where you are, there you are and the most priceless and valuable thing that it is possible to acquire, you are transporting from place to place as you look for it under the guise of everything else.

The first consideration any human being ought to make in this life is to ponder what it is that is distracting them from self inquiry. What is it that makes it so difficult to scrutinize the imponderables of existence. How is it that one can see the Sun and Moon in the sky and the glittering and countless stars and not know that there is some grand and majestic power at work. How can one pass by the Buddhas and Hindu gods in the antique shop window and no wonder about the tales that attend them? How can one not make the connection between the face of a new born baby and an old man sitting in his chair on a porch? How can one attend birthday parties and all those other celebrations and then attend a funeral and not make the connection that since they were present at all of the other events, how could they not expect that a funeral would be held for them?

There is a story about the Pandava Brothers where Dharma appears as a stork to one of the brothers and asks him what the greatest mystery is. The brother doesn't know and the stork says, “That you see men dying all around you and do not think that you yourself will die.” Was that in the Mahabharata? I'm not remembering it that well but it's been decades since I read the major books from the Hindu tradition; except for The Bhagavad Gita that always seems to be around here somewhere (grin).

I cannot shake the feeling that some shocking surprises are looming in the Event Horizon. I also cannot get around the feeling of this unshakable optimism that suffuses the atmosphere all around me. There are threats of earthquakes and tsunamis. There are wars and rumors of wars. There is the specter of economic collapse. The worst of it is the collective immersion of the human psyche in material culture. Without this freakish zombie obsession the self styled elite would have no power over the rest of us but it is like pouring swill into a hog trough with the certainty that the hogs will come a running.

It is a form of pornography even worse than the usual fare. It's the single most difficult hurdle of them all. Human ignorance and indifference are what makes all of the visible evil possible and hardly anyone even sees it. It's business as usual. It is the daily redundancy of the dream walkers, lumbering up and down the aisles of somewhere in search of something. It is the unexamined lives from cradle to grave with nothing understood and nothing to remember; precious lives wasted and in vain. Few realize the value and privilege of a human birth. Fewer still realize the potential of it. Powerful invisible forces wait at the ready for any and every person who begins to show an interest in the hidden side of existence. They watch to see who awakens to the joy of service. They pray for the opportunity to assist in every righteous endeavor.

These days more time is spent publicizing a person's acts of alleged charity than the act was worth. Wealth is relative and so is the value of one's contributions. We've become a cartoon in so many ways. Bruce Springsteen canceled his North Carolina leg of his tour because North Carolina wouldn't back down from George Soros's efforts to create gender neutral bathrooms. Should Hillary succeed in stealing the election, you may be sure that she will continue all of the perversion themes of Bwak! Obama because the same people that own him, own her. I can't imagine that who becomes president is going to make a great deal of difference because America has a specific Destiny and a specific Karma and we are watching it unwind.

In the meantime, regardless of the threats of earthquakes and tsunamis, wars and rumors of wars, economic collapses, political psychopathy and whatever else is out there, a spiritual renaissance is being generated for those so inclined. Anything is possible so I won't conjecture what might or might not happen. Flying saucers could come out of the skies. The people who live in the Earth might migrate to the surface. The aliens among us might suddenly expose themselves in their real skin. Holographic Jesus could materialize all over the world at the same time. The mist around Shambala could dissolve and reveal itself and then the Destiny of that scenario could play out. Portals could open all over the planet and those who are able to see them could walk through them into another world or dimension. There is no telling what may or may not occur but it goes without saying that it can't continue to go on the way it has been going and that we are pretty much assured of sweeping and dramatic changes greater than most of us can imagine.

The solution is... whatever you come up with based on what you are after or... my version, complete surrender to and reliance on the ineffable who is in absolute control of all of it in the first and... last place and all spaces and places in between. If one is capable of uniting their consciousness with the cosmic consciousness then one enters into the cosmic consciousness and becomes a visible representative of the invisible. There's a learning curve of course but once muscle memory and all the rest of those memories come on line one is in a positions to sail like a swan upon the river of time.

Hassan I Sabbah once said, “Nothing is real, everything is permitted.” Certainly according to appearances (grin). He happens to be right and the only difference between any of us is determined by one's intention and that decides the good and the bad of it... relatively speaking.

It is my hope that all of you not only pass through the flotsam and jetsam that is coming in on the tide but that you absolutely flourish.

See you somewhere around Tuesday.


End Transmission.......

Visible reads from the 6th chapter of
"The Way to The Kingdom"

37 comments:

torus said...

To friends seen and unseen, I greet you with the Holy word peace.

And since it's this Scorpio's birthday on 11/6 tomorrow and Les is a gift, I choose to sing you all a song. Pardon my madness as I conjure up yet another musical gem of a composition from Mr Tony Banks and Genesis. From their exquisite "A Trick of the Tail", I give you, "Mad Man Moon".


"Was it summer when the river ran dry,
Or was it just another dam
When the evil of a snowflake in June
Could still be a form of relief.
O how I love you, I once cried long ago
But I was the one who decided to go?,
To search beyond the final crest,
Though I'd heard it said just birds could dwell so high.

So I pretended to have wings for my arms
And took off in the air.
I flew to places which the clouds never see,
Too close to the deserts of sand
Where a thousand mirages (my rages), the shepherd of lies
Forced me to land and take a disguise.
I would welcome a horse's kick to send me back
If I could find a horse not made of sand.

If this deserts all they'll ever be
Then tell me what becomes of me.
A fall of rain?
That must have been another of your dreams,
A dream of mad man moon.

Hey man,
I'm the sand man,
And boy have I news for you;
They're gonna throw you in gaol
And you know they can't fail
Cos sand is thicker than blood.
But a prison in sand
Is a haven in hell,
For a gaol can give you a goal
And a goal can give you a sole
On a muddy path in Newcastle,
Where it rains so much
You can't wait for a touch
Of sun and sand.

Within the valley of shadowless death
They pray for thunderclouds and rain,
But to the multitude who stand in the rain
Heaven is where the sun shines.
The grass will be greener til the stars turn to brown
And thoughts will fly higher til the earth brings them down.
Heaven caught in desert sands one has to learn
To disbelieve the sea.

If this desert's all there ever be
Then tell me what becomes of me
A fall of rain?
That must have been another of your dreams
A dream of mad man moon."

Ahrooooooooooooooooo!
:)

Ray B. said...

Thoughts brought-up by your column:

I come from two generations of army-doctor stock. My line knows both killing and healing. One of the first books I remember reading (probably my father's book) was about a triage station on an island being conquered in WWII. There were literally thousands of casualties coming-in, and the staff was totally overwhelmed. It was soul-searing work.

Triage was sorting-out what needed to be done, when in overwhelm. A bullet in the shoulder or leg got farmed-out to 'easy surgery' by a nurse or paramedic. Likely-dying got farmed-out to morphine fields and priests. The rest, where life-or-death existed in those moments, were those literally fought-over in those tents...

In one manner of speaking, Earth-humans are undergoing triage in these times. Barring some kind of miraculous-intervention from the aethers, our situation is like on that island. It is a situation coming to a head, and - as you said - cannot continue keeping-on the way it has been.

There are those who are awake, or can easily be awakened. There are those that, barring a miracle, will not awaken in this lifetime. And then, there are those that are being fought-over. It is a form of life-or-death struggle. You can actually watch it, when you have the eyes, in our 'tent'...

---

Your long paragraph about 'possible futures' brought up another image. It was of a train pulling-into a grand station. From the Nexus Point of the station, all sorts of 'futures' branched-out. Different futures. Whatever you want; no judgments. Just go to your particular platform and show your card.

My feeling is that we (Earth-humans) are entering the spiritual-equivalent of that train-yard. Things are being 'brought to a head' in order to make a person's choices clear. In this metaphor, you really are 'pressed' on what are your core values in order to take the train most-suited for your present-state.

(In the trade, they used to call that 'Values Clarification'. You were pressed - under insightful, open-ended questioning - until your personal 'values' were laid-out for you. [Those that you were operating-under at that moment.] You got to look at your 'real' self. In the course of bringing them conscious, you decided what worked, and what didn't serve you anymore.)

In the train-station metaphor, each of us is being forced to decide which train we will be leaving-on. Many trains. No judgments. All Aboard...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

C Stegiel said...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxpNBUg5VmY

Anonymous said...

Beautiful. Thank you so much for both your usual mastery of words in the blog post and for the wonderful reading of chapter 6. Both of them resonated like a bell.

Today was the first day I could appreciate the reading properly because I wore a pair of Bluetooth headphones that allowed me to move about while listening. As much as i enjoy seeing your Elfish appearance and demeanor, watching anyone read a book for more than a few minutes is so boring to me that I couldn't absorb the previous chapters.

Being unchained from my computer and just listening to your voice while scrubbing the kitchen floor allowed every word of chapter 6 to sink in and be enjoyed. I'm going back to chapter 1 and starting this exercise over... the great task of scrubbing the bathroom beckons : )

brian boru said...

It seems to me Les that you have reached that special place.

Anonymous said...

Karen we miss you.

wiggins said...

Many Happy returns of the day torus [6-11-16] something for you... looking forward to Chapter 7 Les many thanks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlZoPSwCEBg&itct=CBIQpDAYACITCKL9xeialNACFUOXaAodnS4BijIHcmVsYXRlZEip8fzxgfud3-oB&app=desktop

Visible said...

Here is Chapter 7 of The Way to The Kingdom.

Anonymous said...

pierre said...

so Jesus is it's own plural, that doesn't come as a surprise to me, ♫though Jesuses are just all right with me, oh yeh!♫
I found last night that a 'sober' state aids in the listening experience. ♫Wanna Live the life of clover? Everybody must get sober!♫

Anonymous said...

@Wiggins. Thank you.

Karen Norman said...

I appreciate the sentiments shared and the kindness of the fellow readers who have become virtual friends to me here, but the truth is the Divine was telling me for at least a month prior to what happened that I had said enough, which most probably has a lot to do with what unfolded. You don't ignore the Divine, as I am sure all of you would agree. I am no longer posting on Smoking Mirrors because God/Holy Spirit has given me a red light. Until that changes I will not be posting again. Even though I can't post on Vis' site I am still eagerly reading his pearls of wisdom and listening, as well as reading a pdf computer copy, of 'the Way to the Kingdom’, and all your wonderful responses :o).

'The Way to the Kingdom' reinforces everything I have been saying, so I AM ecstatic to see my course is true, though I didn't need anyone outside of me to tell me that because I have had my ears and eyes opened to the Divine. I knew it was the Divine because I could feel the LOVE :o).

I am writing this to thank the handful who showed support for me by letting them know their kind support is appreciated, and to tell them I am not cross or angry. Also, I noticed anonymous posted that they missed me, and I didn't want anyone to think I was anonymous, that would be too lame lol.

If God changes his/her mind I will see what happens, but to be honest I think God got me to say everything I was supposed to for now, and my feeling is the stuff I AM currently receiving is not meant to be broadcasted, at least not now, so I AM just BEING, which is a wonderful place to occupy, as I am sure most of you would agree.

Best love and wishes to you Vis and my other virtual friends I made here at Smoking Mirrors.

Luv Kazz

Before I leave I have one last tidbit the Divine provided for me to share with you.

Karen Norman said...

Franz Delitzch:

The tree of knowledge was to lead man to the knowledge of good and evil; and, according to the divine intention, this was to be attained through his not eating of its fruit. This end was to be accomplished, not only by his discerning in the limit imposed by the prohibition the difference between that which accorded with the will of God and that which opposed it, but also by his coming eventually, through obedience to the prohibition, to recognize the fact that all that is opposed to the will of God is an evil to be avoided, and through voluntary resistance to such evil, to the full development of the freedom of choice originally imparted to him into the actual freedom of a deliberate and self-conscious choice of good. By obedience to the divine will he would have attained to a godlike knowledge of good and evil, i.e. to one in accordance with his own likeness to God. He would have detected the evil in the approaching tempter; but instead of yielding to it, he would have resisted it, and thus have made good his own property acquired with consciousness and of his won free-will, and in this way by proper self-determination would gradually have advanced to the possession of the truest liberty. But as he failed to keep this divine appointed way, and ate the forbidden fruit in opposition to the command of God, the power imparted by God to the fruit was manifested in a different way. He learned the difference between good and evil from his own guilty experience, and by receiving the evil into his own soul, fell a victim to the threatened death. Thus through his own fault the tree, which should have helped him to attain true freedom, brought nothing but a sham liberty of sin, and with it death, and that without any demoniacal power of destruction being conjured into the tree itself, or any fatal poison being hidden in its fruit.

C. John Collins agrees:

God intended that through this tree humans would come to know good and evil: either from above, as masters of temptation, or from below, as slaves to sin.

BYE
GOD BLESS
LUV ALWAYS KAZZ

Ray B. said...

torus, Happy Birth Day! Wishing you a happy one, and into the future...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Kazz, I send you a virtual nose-pet. Being a member of The Holey Order of the Septum, this is a cherished gesture. It's not a bad cult. At least no one of the Order has ever killed anyone in the name of the cult. I think it's up to like about 60 members now after having existed for 10 years or so. If you're a good nose when you die, you get a nose hair coat. If you're a bad nose when you die, you get reincarnated with bald nostrils. I must have been a very bad nose in my last life, and. . .oh, I better quit whilst I'm behind.

Karen Norman said...

PS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TORUS.

LUV KAZZ

Karen Norman said...

PS. PS.,

'I am no longer posting on Smoking Mirrors because God/Holy Spirit has given me a red light. '

I just thought I should clarify that the red light I referred to is a 'stop' light, not the kind a prostitute stands under. LOL This comment in no way is a judgement of prostitutes either, I have come a long way on my journey but I still have far to go, and for this reason I know I am not worthy to judge anyone.


Karen Norman said...

LUV KAZZ

torus said...

@Wiggins, thanks. I posted prior but I was displayed as "anon".

@Ray B and Kazz, thank you.

Anonymous said...

Trump is the NWO's wet dream. England had its Brexit, and America will have its own version (Trump). But he's a wolf in sheep's clothing.

True, it looks like it's all rigged for Hillary. But if Hillary is ramrodded into office, everyone will know the election was stolen (because most people voted for Trump), and everyone will know the media lies, and the government lies, and their vote doesn't matter. And the elite know this. They want people to think their vote matters. They don't want a rebellion. They don't want 300 million pissed-off Americans saying enough is enough. Obamacare just went through the roof, the jobs are gone, the immigrants are flooding in the gates, and if Hillary wins, the people will know it's all rigged, and the people will have nothing left to lose. And then they'll burn the whole house of cards down to the ground (one way or another)...

So it's Trump for the win. Trump the Trojan Horse. The sheep will cry victory, people will celebrate. And then Trump will bring the NWO thunder. He'll build that wall between the U.S. and Mexico - to keep people in. He'll flip-flop on all his promises. He won the Republican primaries when nobody said he had a chance and the media displayed its warped, biased polls, just like it is doing right now...and he'll overcome all the odds and take the "win", because, for the reasons outlined above, that's exactly how the NWO wants it.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Be well, and may your future be better than your past, Kazz.

LTPTB

Anonymous said...

Does it take 5 comments to say that one isn't going to comment anymore?

Peter

Anonymous said...

This whole election seems to be lining up with the scripted biblical revelation regarding that " 7 lost years of Daniel where they write that someone will come to power and the people will practically worship him for the " cleanup" he performs. Everything very rosy for 3 1/2 years...
Just to get everyone's guard down... happy days!!! And then a 180 happens. What people thought was a "savior" turns into a destroyer!

The players are keeping to the script pretty close... then 3 1/2 years of " oh shit"!

Not getting fundie here... just remarking on similarities! Keeping to a script that was given long ago seems to be causing some real strain on the players...be careful what you think you see! People waking up wasn't in their playbook!

I love your readings... as well as your off the cuff stuff!

Quite a remarkable time we are living through... wonder why I chose it? Maybe soon I will know...what my true purpose is!

Exciting and frightening all at once, yet remarkably peaceful in the midst!

Like a private and comforting bubble.

Hereticdrummer said...

Brilliant Vis. Sometimes the most succinct things you say are the most profound. "It doesn't matter where you are." If you are destined to traverse the apocalypse unscathed, you could be dwelling in the heart of New York City, a farm in rural Kansas, or on a mountaintop in the Himalayas. As for earth changes, allow me to quote/paraphrase the great C.G. Jung. He said this to a close friend when he was near transition (what people call death). Though the scientists of the modern age would vehemently deny it and treat the concept with scorn and derision, nature is attuned to the human soul. If civilizations and cultures on earth are enlightened, peaceful, and just, so will nature be. However if they are evil, criminal, and violent, nature will respond accordingly with a frightful wrath. I read somewhere that between the years 1900 AD & 2000 AD, there were 50 times more recorded earthquakes than in the 10 centuries prior, and that is just seismic upheavals. Nature has many more ways to shake off a pestilent humanity like a dog shakes off its fleas. Be well Brother Vis.

torus said...

Pardon me. But I can't ignore a typo or two in "Mad Man Moon".

He sings of the "evil of a snowflake in June, could still be a SOURCE of relief". I called up from memory, a 'form' of relief. I kind of like that better though. Were this "relief" to be truly emanating from source, perhaps it would be self evident, beyond transitory. But our ephemeral thoughts are more akin to snowflakes in June. And we cling to "form", a crystalline form of relief. But nothing exists outside of "source", the ineffable, anyway.


"A gaol can give you a goal" is correct. (Les is testimony to that)

Phil then sings, "and goal can find you a role, on a muddy path..."

I prefer the poetics of my blunder more; "a goal can give you a sole". A demon "punking" on "soul", while still evoking images of the "muddy path".

Last verse; "For heavens caught in desert lands.

One has to learn...to dis...believe...the sea"

Blake again? To see the universe in a grain of sand...

But if heaven is indeed "caught"; "grasped", within this seeming desert of materialism, you awaken to soul. But if not, we potentially learn to "disbelieve the sea". To disbelieve the waters of life...

"If this deserts all there'll ever be..."




torus said...

@anon 04:47, could be. But I still say it's going to be Clinton, the face that launched a thousand shits. And of course she'll be on the cover of Cosmopolitan, smiling to the left, right beside the article; 25 WAYS YOU LET YOUR MAN KNOW THAT YOU'RE FAKING IT!
And then making the rounds with Jimmy Kimmel, the Late Show, and anybody named 'Seth'. I fear the fashionistas and all the forthcoming blather about her choice of attire, and whether or not it was in poor taste for Bill Clinton to show up at the inaugural ball in the same dress as Chelsea.

Visible said...

We are altering the format of the reading of The Way to the Kingdom; in order to (we hope) render it more entertaining and informative we are going to jump ahead to Chapter 15 because 7,8 and 9 are very much like each other. Consonant with this we are beginning the reading of "The Kybalion" which is a treatise on the teachings of Hermes Trismegistus and is written by Three Initiates, one of whom, I have been told was Paul Foster Case.

Here is Chapter 15 of The Way to The Kingdom.

This will be shortly followed by the introduction and first chapter of The Kybalion as soon as it is processed and ready for upload.

Visible said...

Here is-

The Kybalion; Introduction and Chapter One.

Visible said...

You don't sound at all Fundie.



>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Heretic Drummer; that is what I have always believed about Nature and humanity and we are going to see it playing out.

The 3rd Elf said...

Visible's radio show just went up...

torus said...

I was so wrong, Trump towers. And...he's "got Israel's back".

Eudoxia Jones said...

DING DONG - the witch is dead! And not a minute too soon!

Anonymous said...

The witch ain't dead... just retreated. The hydra has many heads thus many faces belonging to the same "body"

Smyrna said...

Kudos to the lumpen proletariat in the USA. They told the political establishment and its media cheer squad to fuck off. Trump maybe a phony, all talk etc. but that's beside the point.

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

The Trumpster Jumps out of the Dumpster to Become the Commander in Chief.

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

A million hours of experts, pundits, think tanks, journalists and insane asylum employees speculations, assumptions and nonsense .. boiled down into less than thirty minutes of pretty damn good ciphering, for the most part, for an amateur..

Smyrna said...

Thanks Homer. I watched the whole lot, and that bloke with the headphones was brilliant and on the button. I feel a lot warmer under my blanket at night knowing there are people like him around.



torus said...

To friends seen and unseen...

"If you have an overwhelming feeling you want to change the world, then go on...do so. Change yourself. Uncover 'what' YOU are, and be the 'who' only You can be. The same origin as any other, always equal in value, yet unique and You. THIS is wholeness. Personal transformation (Change) will naturally bring about Authentic Action through Love. There is no other way. All other forms of change are disconnected and temporary, as we have witnessed countless times in world history.

...we journey to the Unividual. The Unividual is an aware, Authentic, peace-loving human being, attuned to the dimensions of form and formlessness and naturally empowered to share and express the transparency of what and who they are. For the Unividual, nothing is finished, perfected or complete, and yet higher and lower versions of identity and non-identity converge, establishing an expansive co-creative consciousness which is comfortably 'mine' and 'not mine'. There is now the presence of a very real 'me' arising out of the Non-dual 'me-less-ness'. Both are paradoxically present as One. This is the sacred convergence, the reflection back into the dual world of 'our' Non-dual Awareness, and the presently emerging paradigm of human consciousness called 'One-duality'.

The Unividual enduringly senses the core less core of Non-dual Awareness - and with it comes the realisation that the many are the One, characterized in the world through multiplicity. It is called One-dual (one duel?) because the One is seen in the many, and the many is seen to be the One. It is not based in denial or negation but lived through an all-inclusive and grounded acceptance of the Whole."
J.M. Harrison, YOU are THIS

And I guess nobody ever said that "warts and all" would be easy.