Thursday, July 27, 2017

The Beauty of Anything is in the Heart of the Beholder.

Finally, in the tradition of a broken clock having the correct time twice a day, or a thousand monkeys on a typewriter for a million years reproducing Shakespeare, Trump did something right and that was not not only deny Trans Theysters from joining the military, he went even further than the people pressing him asked. Don't kid yourself. This has nothing to do with the expense. It has to do with the overwhelming majority of Americans being against this sort of thing. I don't care if people are changing their sex or whatever cartoon wonderland they are obsessed with inhabiting, I just don't want to hear about it. I don't want to pay for it. I don't want to be around it but they don't want to be around me either so... there it is.

What has happened in light of all this gender bending lunacy is that people are petitioning to become carrots and radishes by grafting with mandrake roots via cross DNA engineering, because they identify as hard slender vegetables. None of them so far have petitioned to be turned into ambulatory eggplants. There is already a law on the books blocking transitioning to softer, slender vegetables like cucumbers because of various physical dangers attendant. Bwak!!! Obama already came out as identifying as a cucumber but he's got cachet.

I know 'we' have written extensively on sexual ambiguities and directly related affairs that are the hallmark of this dysfunctional age. As materialism intensifies you are going to see practically anything you can imagine and plenty you never even thought possible. Guru Bawa said that you will know we are near the end when cannibalism becomes widespread. Well, it makes perfect sense, Materialism, after all, manifests in people devouring each other and embracing that Randian maxim, Greed is good and by extension, every man and woman for themselves. In some ways, sexual maladjustment is a reaction to regimented conformity. It is also the lazy way out of the demands of family. It is a direct expression of materialism in the sense that being enclosed in fabricated matter which excludes the natural kingdom, except for potted plants, many of which are made out of plastic, results in the forced feminization of the male principle at the basal level. It is an automatic reflex manifestation of urbanization. It also results in forms of aberrant, militant feminism (not all answer this description as there are genuine expressions connected with evolutions in consciousness) because, though the majority of female expressions may be unaware of it, a departure from a balanced relationship with Nature, messes with the female being at various levels and generates rage and frustration, whose cause is not known, so the targets taken are externally garnered at the expense of both.

It is of supreme importance that the reader understand that I really do have no problem with how people express themselves sexually, unless it is visited upon the vulnerable in an unwanted fashion. I obviously have an opinion that varies according to type but that is for personal reference, the same as tolerance is not acceptance. I am aware of any number of karmic imperatives that bring these things into being, at least in temporary form and all of us will at some point in our evolution experience ourselves in some similar manner, just as we will all be tradespeople and states-persons, celebrities and sundry. We will be queens and whores and bankers and galley slaves. Then again, maybe not. Some will skip elements of this processional. Some of us, especially in this time frame, will make a priceless, impossible to describe, quantum leap in status and consciousness; Go with God, not that you are likely to accomplish it any other way.

We will fall asleep as one and wake up as another and that is why, no matter what we may be at any moment, should always be compassionate and generous, forgiving and serving ...because at any point and at every point, though we may not know it and... we should know it, we are dealing with just another version of ourselves. This is something that masters know and why they behave as they do, though even masters have favorites and even masters are repelled by certain personality types. This is human nature and you can't escape it. You can refine it and equally important, you can restrain it.

This is the age of both religious and cultural wars. You can abstain but... that is an art. This war is taking place all around us and the committed combatants on either side are serious as syphilis. All of these wars are extensions of the initial war that is the war against ourselves. Our bodies are a composite of 4 elements that are naturally at war with each other so, it stands to reason that we war upon ourselves and stress, disease, injury and death are all by products of this.

One of the points of mantras and prayer is to harmonize our elements with one another under a particular authority. All of the elements live within or upon the aether and it is possible to harmonize our elements by certain practices having to do with the aether. Something of this order takes focus, concentration and the same kind of discipline one would devote to learning a musical instrument or any science or system that requires a regular performance of it. The bad news is difficulty at the beginning. The good news is guaranteed success through the persistence of continuous application.

For myself, I like to ask myself specific questions that I consider with a ruthless honesty. I refuse to go through life as if I were flotsam or jetsam upon the surface of an unpredictable ocean. I refuse to let the winds carry me wherever they will. I refuse to accommodate myself to any artificial construct that exists for the purpose of herding humanity, according to the wishes and whims of a self styled elite. I refuse to accept anything as being true that I have not personally experienced as being so and if I have not experienced it, my answer to queries in those regards is, “I don't know.” I refuse to lie to myself. I refuse to take an easier way unless the right way turns out to be the easy way. I refuse to be intimidated by anyone but the almighty or his agents. This does not mean being combative. The world wants us to be submissive to it; “walk in all things contrary to the world.” This does not mean in obvious fashion. It is an inner posture. One need only read of the lives of the great souls who have changed this world in visible and dramatic fashion to understand the sort of challenges that exist.

We are priceless in ways that far too many of us do not comprehend. Without each and every one of us, God is incomplete. At this very moment, God is searching for us. One night I was laying on a bed and I felt this presence slipping into my mind, I turned to it and it slipped away as if it were incredibly shy. It was one of those remarkable experiences that I'm not going to be able to describe in an accurate way because of how extraordinary it was. Let me say that this energy that was slipping up on me was very familiar, like the presence of an old friend that I had not seen in decades. It was a wonderful touch, that initial touch. I wanted more of it so I reached for it and it immediately receded again. I got the message so I lay there very still and soon it approached me again. It was filled with this beautiful atmosphere.

I cannot possibly express how very badly I wanted it but my wanting it seemed to cause a distance between us. This presented an ironic conundrum. As you know we have often said that you must pursue it with a great intensity and want it more than anything else. This is true but everything changes when it arrives. So I had to change my whole demeanor. It is at this point that I must say God is unpredictable and I must also say that the relationship is different for each one of us. A lot of the time you have to 'fly by the seat of your pants'.

As I waited as still and empty as it was possible to do this presence came closer and finally I could experience it and it was as wonderful as anything that has ever happened in my life. Then it went away. It hasn't come back like that, in that way again. Another time I was laying on the bed in another part of Germany and Lord Krishna, brilliantly blue, peered around the doorway. There were several cobras in a hood above his head. He smiled at me and then withdrew. It happened so quickly and hasn't happened again. One afternoon during my hyper reality state in Italy I was standing in my driveway and Lady Nature came off of the small road that ran by our place and walked up to me. She was attended by two men. She was in a lovely green dress, like the one in the Tarot card, The Empress. She had a smattering of freckles on gorgeous porcelain skin. She had light red hair that tumbled to her shoulders and a crown of living flowers in her hair. She greeted me and I responded. I think she said, “You know who I am?” and I said, “Yes.” She said we should go inside and we went into the living room and sat on the couch which was also used as a bed. It was a small house with just three rooms. One was the one we were in, then there was the kitchen and my office, which was off to the side. Right, ...there was a bathroom too. I had picked up a wax container of apple juice on our way through the kitchen.

We sat on the couch and talked. It was such a deep series of moments, filled with laughter and unbridled joy. I felt more complete than at any other time in my life. We were laughing like children and everything that was said was funny. It just was. At one point we were broadcasting across the internet and there were readers and listeners from all over the world who were listening to our exchange and talking to us and we would answer them. Sometimes I would hold the microphone in front of her and sometimes I would be using it. I was so giddy and flushed with an indescribable bliss. It seemed to go on forever, until she abruptly said, “Something has happened and I have to go.” It was at that point that I realized that the microphone we were using was the apple juice container. We walked outside. I can't remember what we said. She told me she would return but that there was something important that she had to take care of. Her companions remained behind. As soon as she left I realized that they were hostile to me. There was a palpable feeling of jealousy coming off of them and they kept making cynical remarks. They hung around for some time. I didn't notice at which point they left. She never came back.

I've had more experiences like this than I can remember. Each of them has been very much unlike any other. There is no way to compare them. They were unique unto themselves. The rules of engagement were different, if there were any rules. Sometimes the personality of the visitation/visitor was primal and raw, like Lord Ayahuasca who had an ancient and powerful Central American presence. The imagery of the environment was Mayan, or Aztec at times, full of pyramid forms and graphics of diamond shaped geometrics that were as complex as any yantras I have ever seen. Here is a yantra and then another. 



Sometimes the experience was like coming upon fairies in the woodland. Sometimes it was something else again. The reason I am saying all of this is to illustrate the unpredictable nature of spiritual experiences. They come in all types and many different levels. They come and they go and often enough, we are the same as we were before they happened. Sometimes they change us and sometimes the changes come well after, as if our evolution had to progress in order to catch up with the experience. Meanwhile we are having spiritual experiences every day but we do not recognize them as such.

There are many graphic personifications of various expressions of the divine. The most colorful and... I would wager, the most beautiful and close to accurate, are those that come from the Far East. Here is my favorite picture of Green Tara. 

She can literally be seen when the consciousness has been tuned to the right frequency. It takes a lot of practice and dedication but it can be done. There are many images of the male principle as well. You can search these out on your own through any search engine. Certain techniques that deal with lucid dreaming can prove very effective in this regard. However the most effective technique is simply pure love for deity. The continuing expression of love will eventually bring the deity before you. Ultimately it is in our hands. We direct our fate in the same way that we direct our attention. What direction does your attention go in during your days? This determines the direction in which you move. Whatever takes up the majority of our attention shapes us. Everything shapes us, no matter how slight the impression but what we most revere or pursue shapes us the most. You can literally see this in the countenance of the people you pass by every day. How clearly one sees this is determined by how one has been trained in their perceptions. One can see very deeply into life, depending on how deeply they have taken the trouble to see into themselves.

The truth and beauty of the ineffable is as true and as beautiful as we make it. "According to your faith is it done unto you."


End Transmission.......

13 comments:

Visible said...

I note there were a few small errors where I used the wrong words like "is' instead of "it" and similar. I've fixed them all but it probably doesn't matter now. I hope it didn't affect whatever good might have been there for you. potentially.

Anonymous said...

Still shaking it here boss.
Matt CA

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

You have no idea how much I laughed over that second paragraph. I wonder if we started something, being members of 'The Holey Order of the Septum', thereby being 'noses', and all that. Wellllll, nose 'perches', anyway. Well, I recognised my 'noseculenity' before my flat mate, bein' I got into the concept a long time ago with the thing I used to be married to for reasons I don't think anyone really wants to know about.

wiggins said...

Thanks Les....always look forward to your words.

Alan Donelson said...

27-Jul-17 Even for thee, Mr. Visible, this post "Beauty...Heart...Beholder" has remarkable clarity and directional power. I have so rarely encountered such that, here and now, I craft a comment for submission, perchance for your approval.

I had completed and broadcasted to my still shrinking list of correspondents -- at 70 years of age and counting vigorously, the days passing so much more quickly, the awake-sleep cycle keeping pace with jazz played too damn fast, I expect not having a single correspondent by the day I achieve 80 -- a satirical piece from People's Cube (on Trump's Tweet banning Transgender guitars) paired and contrasted with a story featuring a series of quotes ostensibly from "transgendered veterans", which I picked from my ISP's "news briefs" [sort of CNN lite].

http://thepeoplescube.com/peoples-blog/mccain-blasts-trump-s-tweet-on-banning-transfender-guitars-t19594.html

Your having nailed this one so well, I share with you only my own bottomline, so to write. Saintly wife, who has patiently and faithfully lived with me for over 30 years, along with a particular guitar [Fender Stratocaster, US made, circa mid-1970s, one of several I play badly], did not notice anything peculiar when I showed her an image of the Transfender guitar -- which phenomenon I attributed to her still unblemished, indiscriminately wide-open heart.

GOD bless and keep you, sir!

Alan


Joel said...



When you said the ineffable had told you he was going to come into more presence with you I wondered what that would mean. I didn't disbelieve you because you have demonstrated so much here in the years I have known you. Regardless, since you said that, all of your articles have been a noticeable distance beyond any previous work and that is in quality, inspiration and obvious upgrade in presence of ineffable, "grin" There is no way you suddenly got that much better that much quicker without the help of your invisible friends. I've felt an elevator full of me drop from the pit of my stomach on several occasion of late while reading your words. I can only call some of it excruciatingly beautiful. It is painful to read the way some of it hits me. Real congratulations are in order for your promotion. We are the beneficiaries. Thank you and the ineffable more than I can say.

Anonymous said...

Ahhhh.......the smell of genius in the morning...............
Bravo, Viz. I love the way you disguise your self with human qualities
while you drive home the hidden perfection of your words until we
FINALLY 'get it'.

Glad to be here.....thank you so much.

Visible said...

A new Petri dish is up now-

Slicker and Quicker than Any Metaphorical Liquor at the Chimera Cafe.

Anonymous said...

I would like to second the comments of Joel. You are able to craft a precise picture of situations with your words that many of us have just a foggy notion of.

bodhati

Karen Norman said...

Dear Ginnie,

In the last smoking mirrors blog you stated, When he was declared the '"lamb of God" it was to say....no more blood sacrifice to the satanic god of evil! Jesus was showing us that any god that requires blood ain't God!'

What about all the Christians who were fed to lions in the Roman colosseum after Christ's death? What about all the Christians who were crucified, along both sides of the Appian Way in Rome, who were left as an example to all those who wished to pursue Christ and their freedom? If Christ was the last sacrifice then why did the early Christians hide in the catacombs of Rome from the Roman soldiers? What about the 6,666 Christian Roman soldiers, dubbed the ' Theban Legion, who were put to death by their own legions because they refused to kill Christians?

PETER and PAUL were both martyred in Rome about 66 AD, during the persecution under Emperor Nero. Paul was beheaded. Peter was crucified, upside down at his request, since he did not feel he was worthy to die in the same manner as his Lord.

ANDREW went to the "land of the man-eaters," in what is now the Soviet Union. Christians there claim him as the first to bring the gospel to their land. He also preached in Asia Minor, modern-day Turkey, and in Greece, where he is said to have been crucified.

"Doubting" THOMAS was probably most active in the area east of Syria. Tradition has him preaching as far east as India, where the ancient Marthoma Christians revere him as their founder. They claim that he died there when pierced through with the spears of four soldiers.

PHILIP possibly had a powerful ministry in Carthage in North Africa and then in Asia Minor, where he converted the wife of a Roman proconsul. In retaliation the proconsul had Philip arrested and cruelly put to death.

MATTHEW the tax collector and writer of a Gospel, ministered in Persia and Ethiopia. Some of the oldest reports say he was not martyred, while others say he was stabbed to death in Ethiopia.

BARTHOLOMEW had widespread missionary travels attributed to him by tradition: to India with Thomas, back to Armenia, and also to Ethiopia and Southern Arabia. There are various accounts of how he met his death as a martyr for the gospel.

JAMES the son of Alpheus, is one of at least three James referred to in the New Testament. There is some confusion as to which is which, but this James is reckoned to have ministered in Syria. The Jewish historian Josephus reported that he was stoned and then clubbed to death.

SIMON THE ZEALOT, so the story goes, ministered in Persia and was killed after refusing to sacrifice to the sun god.

MATTHIAS was the apostle chosen to replace Judas. Tradition sends him to Syria with Andrew and to death by burning.
A Christian is anyone who houses the Holy Spirit.

(Part 1)

Karen Norman said...

Dear Vis,

Jesus gave us this parable,“The kingdom of heaven is like a king who prepared a wedding banquet for his son. He sent his servants to call those he had invited to the banquet, but they refused to come. Again, he sent other servants and said, ‘Tell those who have been invited that I have prepared my dinner. My oxen and fatlings have been killed, and everything is ready. Come to the wedding banquet. But they paid no attention and went away, one to his field, and another to his business' (Matthew 22:3-5).

As more clarity sets in I can see that De Vinci's "Last Supper' is not of the male Christ with a whore and his disciples, and nor is it of the female Christ with her disciples, it is indicative of the male/female Christ uniting within, and those around them are their most beloved friends and loyal followers, who have already united the male/female Christ within and crossed through the narrow gate into the Kingdom of Heaven.

So although De Vinci's painting is depicted as the 'Last Supper' I see it as a wedding banquet for God's sons and daughters who showed up :o).

Boy am I in a good place right now. Close your eyes Vis, can you feel the love? I know I am a pain in the arse, but all of us are sometimes, which is why it took the Christ to show us how to love each other.

Luv Kazz

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

In a Time of Universal Deceit, People Often can no Longer Tell if they are Lying or Not.

Shyun Blush said...

Today I saw and heard part of the infallible playing a space-drum on the tourist- crowded walking street, a couple of kids at his feet enjoying their ice-creams and(probably not) oblivious to the fact that all the grownups around (including me own square selfishness) could not get... down...over themselves, too shy to dance - something, there was no hat, so no wallet no matter how fat... the unbuyable was jamming, I guess

looked somewhat like you, Viz - not that it should matter