Sunday, October 29, 2017

The Gathering of the Tranny-Archies and the Wonderful Healing of Chicken Skin Neck.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Transmitting....... transmitting....... ding... bling... bling bling....... werp-werp....... ra-ching! Ra- ching! (sound of hand hitting monitor)- blik! Blik! “Ah, there ,we go.” Maybe the equipment is getting to its 'use by' date. Maybe it's climatic; a low pressure zone, a no pressure zone, a zoned out something to the tune of “strangers in the night”

The invisible plane meets the visible plane, here in my office space, like the jagged edges of a child's plastic toy, crushed beneath the hobnailed indifference of a nomadic, psychopathic troglodytes boot, here in the soon to be, post apocalyptic world of meandering madmen, abused women and children, pounded into submission by the chittering night music; the parasite invasion of ambulatory cell-phones, marching up the arms of their sleeping owners, slipping into the ear canals and wrecking havoc on the brain patterns. They are assisted in their destructive efforts by loud televisions, radios and MP3 players that cannot be turned off. The mute buttons have been stolen. The migrant workers have disappeared. Everything is starting to look faded and filthy. Consuela used to take care of those things but she was exported to China on the same boat that took the manufacturing infrastructure.

Transvestite archaeologists pull the skirts of their pink tutus up over the hip deep wreckage of torn mattresses and particle board furniture. They are wearing skin tight neoprene, thigh high, rainbow colored boots that used to belong to respected members of the Crass Media who were all gathered up and shipped off to fast food recycling centers in the Midwest. You've probably gotten a taste of them if you've been by a KFC outlet in recent times, but I digress... the tranny-archies are picking through the aftermath, searching for signs... ♫searchin, I been searchin, I been searchin everywhe-e- er- e♫ signs of survivors, signs of what happened. Give me a sign! Give me a horse! Give me some time, of course...their Botoxed brows attempt to wrinkle in consternation but remain as smooth as a baby baboon's ass from which scientists have extracted the formula to solve that long standing cosmetic crisis of Chicken Skin Neck, which has troubled the minds (and necks) of the rich and wretched for many years. The tranny-archeos mutter to one another. Pale, limpid hands reflexively raise to brush away strands of renegade hair, seeking... always seeking to do that David Bowie, one eye thing, over one side of the face or the other. They can never make up their mind which version best serves that “Hail Satan!” effect they are after.

Where did all the people go? There are no answers but the presence of tranny-archeos picking through the detritus tells you all you need to know. Obviously, whatever it was that happened, they did it to themselves. The signs of social collapse and cultural disorder were everywhere to be seen. Back in the early 70's the author went to the original establishment mentioned in this article, accompanied by an old friend who was gay and now is dead. I was working on a piece about what was going on in the dark corners of the sexual revolution. It took me awhile to orient myself after I walked in. Everyone present looked like a extra from that vintage Pacino crime thriller, “Crusin”. They were also near exact replicas of Freddie Mercury, dressed up in hundreds of variations of leather; skin tight outfits and all manner of restraint devices. I was surrounded by Freddie Mercury clones on all sides. This must have been just prior to the arrival of dress codes because I was let in.

It was a big and cavernous place, somewhere in the meatpacking district of New York City and at various points there were doorways into darkness. As I drew near to the inky aperture, I could hear a ragged chorus of groans and cries in search of some hellish epiphany. I'd never been exposed to anything like this before. I had no idea it even existed. I knew if a man walked into that room, he wasn't going to come out the same. We didn't stay long. As we walked away, off to something else that I now no longer remember, my friend, Kenny, told me about a conversation he had overheard in a place similar to the one we had been in where one fellow was telling another about a place he had been the night before. In the bathroom was a rail that you could grab and men could (if they wished) come up behind you and sodomize you and in the process of the conversation, one of the men mentioned how he had gotten done 50 times before he lost count. You probably would prefer not to hear about this but it needs be said what the culture is up against and the kinds of minds that are the force behind all the bizarre law making that has been going on.

Without a doubt they are seeking to usher in hell on Earth. One might be better educated about it all by reading about the Cabaret period in Germany, where the same group of people were up to the same kinds of behavior. You can better understand the environment that was present at the time of Hitler rising to power and the mindset of the German people. The same licentiousness excess and demonic imperatives are at work and... it's the SAME PEOPLE. If you move into the polluted waters of contemporary mainstream media, you see the presence of this depraved period being described in a way that... ah, words fail me. They keep referring to German scientists who “concluded that ‘same sex love was a natural, inborn characteristic and not merely the perversion of a ‘normal’ sexual tendency’, author and scholar Robert Beachy writes in his compelling book, Gay Berlin: Birthplace of a Modern Identity by Knopf Publishers.” No German scientists are mentioned by name but we can be certain of who they were, just as we can be certain who the publishers of this book are and who is behind the incremental press of laws against normal behavior and the normalization of the abnormal. In the article we are led to believe that widespread depravity is a good thing. You bet.

I don't make the laws of Nature. I don't enforce the institution of parameters to contain runaway perversity. That is the province of the divine hierarchy who permits the balance of life to be disturbed, distorted and run off course FOR THE PURPOSE OF DEMONSTRATION. It is startling to watch the relentless march of human life into a state of mass perdition. I sit and wonder at the mind-state of those reporting on it and the slants that they give. I am in awe at the abject stupidity that washes over the landscape like a tsunami. Millions upon millions of bobble-heads bounce up and down on the dashboard as the massive chariot of civilization crosses over the tortured and twisted highway into the threshing teeth of inevitability. Corporations pour millions of dollars into the fabrication of the engines of their own destruction. Governments run by feckless, compromised cowards build the gibbets on which they will be hung en masse. It is the redux of the French Revolution on steroids and there will be no mercy from those who believe in nothing but the visitation of horror after horror upon all and sundry. Fat cats drive by scenes extracted out of Boschian nightmare, never grasping that they will be pulled from their conveyances at any time and who are so driven mad by their own rubbernecking fascinations that they actually stop their cars and get out to take a look. “Those whom the god's would destroy, they first drive mad.”

Let us not end this walk on the wild side with a negative impression of life and the uncertain course of destiny that twists and turns and finally disappears beyond the sightline. The presence of the lord is often referred to as a refuge, a stronghold, a sanctuary and a fortress against the darkness which now seems to gather on all sides. Remember that the dark has no power except where the light is not present. One single candle will back the dark away into the corners and the light of the avatar will drive it away and around the curve of the Earth and at some point into a bottomless chasm that awaits it.

All of this sound and fury and the looming specter of a gathering darkness is of no meaning except for those compromised by it; enthralled by it, or who go in fear of it, “Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.” My dear friends, nothing is quite so terrifying as to watch history repeat itself. What is even more terrifying is the understanding of all those previous times of which no evidence remains; gone and forgotten. We were not meant to endure here. This is not our home. This is not our home. This is the home ground of trial and testing, where following destinations are set and courses plotted. Set your course and destination while time remains to do so. Yes of course the world is wide and intimidating in size and the ubiquity of threats but the world within is another matter and is always the master of the world without, if you are the master of the world within and the master within is already present and awaits your surrender to his unshakable hand on the tiller and his unflinching and eternal eye upon the horizon.


Be of good cheer!


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17 comments:

Ginnie said...

Be of good cheer for I/ ineffable have overcome the world....which I created ...by the way!!!

dorothi said...

Very concise and enthrallingly poetic. Now I must go wash my eyeballs. Much love!!! Thank you!!!

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Some menu items repulsive to us are a hit in other cultures.

TMI, HUH?

Ray B. said...

Well, that was ... interesting. Vis, you paint quite a canvas!

I see things coming-out (grin) on the positive side, although I have no idea of the form it will take.

Thanks to bad-guys poking their noses in (Hi, LtPtB! And no, not you. *grin*), I get the opportunity to Clean roughly two baddies per day. Times around 350 days per year, and about an ongoing 10 years. That means approximately 7000 bad-guys are now good-guys. Hopefully, they are now performing appropriate good-guy actions. That has got to make a difference, although to what ultimate-design we know not. (And that does not include further bad-guy to good-guy conversions that those 7000 have subsequently made...)

I think that we are seeing the end-result of a few centuries (millennia?) of downwards-manipulation finally in our faces (half-grin). However, I feel that a new breeze is growing just beyond those machinations. That is what I am waiting-for to materialize...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Missing munich said...

Made it to the homeland to visIt two very special people. One I know since I turned 12, the other my dad's second wife. For some reason my gut told me to go, and thankfully I learned to listen. I had never before experienced the feeling that I just might never see those two very special persons ever again. Love, understanding, forgiving are all very powerful emotions. Especially forgiving - amazing.
Vis, thanks for being such a gifted writer.
Much love to all

Missing munich

ddouglas said...

Thanks Les

Anonymous said...

It’s kind of weird coming to this thought ... or maybe I’m just dense !
Your complete giving over to the ineffable reminds me of the words of Jesus on the cross
because he didn’t get killed he merely transferred his spirit into the hands of God...”Into thine hands
I commend my spirit”. The body/container was nothing. Dropped it like the veil it was without hesitation.
When he came back to see the people he had lived with intimately for years and they couldn’t recognize him visually
wow! I so look forward to the change... perceived yet not recognized!
Pure spirit... what a relief it must be!

Visible said...

Indeed my friend and thank you for getting that. It's like 'someone' once said, "a prophet is without honor in his own country" but who cares if anyone recognizes you here if the recognize you there? Duh.

Anonymous said...

Aggressive truth
Now i have clear sytuation i live alone, and i dont must cary about pay for house or job. In this winter coming storm that Man never see before. This is war or you help me or not chaos coming in this word. Ask yourself do you want live on planet with pedophilia be Child be unsafety do you want society where you dont find hungry people? This way or another i make what i make must

Anonymous said...

This human “ container” is truly incarceration for a purpose. Once you gain control over your spirit you can be trusted to be without a container. No control? Tighter container! It explains my feelings since a child telling my mom that sometimes I feel “ bigger than my skin” at which point I was told to “Shutup! Do you want people to think you are crazy?”
Well, yes mom, I do because I don’t care what people think!
And yes I know she heard that...

Anonymous said...

The depravity defies description.I read in the early 80s in Sanfransissyco, the gay bathhouses had what were called "glory holes". These were just rows of holes in the wall, large enough to press an open mouth against or put a penis through, at appropriate heights. On one side were the "pitchers", the other the "catchers." The homos would take or give it into their mouths and anuses with complete anonymity, some of them doing dozens at a session. They probably still have them. Also at that time I was playing a gig here in NJ and a friend I hadn't seen in a long time walked into the bar. He told me the past few years he had been in Frisco working. He said for a straight, hetero guy, it was paradise, like shooting fish in a barrel. A much higher percentage of the males were gay than the females were lesbian. Therefore there was an abundance of sexually frustrated females. Any one you met you had to say from the get-go you were straight because if you didn't, they automatically assumed you were gay, no matter how masculine you appeared or acted. Once that was established, you could easily get more female sex partners than you could possibly handle. I don't know if what he said was true, even to an extent, but if it was and is, there's a positive aspect of the gay revolution I would say. Keep punching Vis. Hereticdrummer

Visible said...

I had heard that about San Francisco too but was never motivated in that direction simply for availability. I've never had a problem meeting the fairer sex and only when I was younger did that take precedence over what for me are the more important features of any encounter.

For awhile when I was on Maui, I would run into guys who were either not very attractive to look at or were very insecure about themselves around women and they were always saving up for their next trip to Thailand where they could get a house and rent several women, for as long as they could pay for them to cater to their every fantasy need. That kind of thing makes me cringe too but guys do this; just like they go to Cambodia for the much younger ones or... well, I'd rather avoid details about things I heard about in passing. I've heard or read about some terrible things. However, wherever you go; cave dei videt, God is watching. That also makes me cringe because it is the one area in which I do not want to disappoint.

Things I have heard about and read about the gay life style on the darker edge are mind-blowing in their depravity. It's one of the reasons I featured that realm here and there in my novels. I've made my share of mistakes in this life but am profoundly grateful that they were only what they were.

Anonymous said...

Aggressive truth
I writing this text on 17 october 2015. Is about climate change 2 degrees.
Look what happen 1 month later.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/2015_United_Nations_Climate_Change_Conference

Prof. John Schnellnhuber, the founder and first director of the Research Insytutu consequences of climate change in Potsdam, is one of three carefully selected by the Vatican scientists to assist in the further implementation of the new, triple agenda. Schnellnhuber is also the author of the so-called. "Two-for", saying that governments can not prevent a temperature rise of more than 2 degrees with respect to the temperature at the beginning of the industrial revolution. According to this theory, any further rise in temperature will make the most of life on earth will either die or be seriously damaged.

and under it is turned up as it were fire.
5As for the earth, out of it cometh bread: and under it is turned up as it were fire.

And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; and to depart from evil is understanding

global warming comes from inside the earth. Conspiring to steal the content of web, oil, coal, etc. We've lost the natural insulation of the nucleus. the earth warms up from the inside. The water will heat up because the fish and corals die and ice melt. If you do not stop it we do not have much time. Be wise as Pharaoh who believed Joseph.

My question is easy why this Idiots have power and i must fight for food?

Anonymous said...

Aggresive truth
You see now all pictures after Paris? Everyone want catch my thing. The best is North Korea propaganda i love it. Illusion.

torus said...

RIP Ingrid Rimland Zundel.

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