Monday, May 14, 2018

Hanging Upside Down and Bat Shit Crazy in Soft Stool Guano Land.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

The treacle and saccharine sludge just keep sliding down the dirty walls of a decaying culture. The lies, the lies, the lies. In the world of American politics, the degree of loathsome cannot be measured. The bars that mark the descent are all below ground. Turn over any rock and you find another Gila Monster. John McCain is such a character. Now the crocodiles weep in the alley behind the Chinese restaurant, break dancing with the dumpster rats. For years we have seen him posing with terrorists and backing mass murder throughout the Middle East. Many people do not like him. His trail of toxic fewmets stretches back over the horizon. Now you can go back and read the slavish puff piece in the first link, AFTER you've seen his photo opp here.

McCain

Mr. Apocalypse strides across the landscape in his long black coat. He taps at the macadam with his gnarled cane, atop which sits a cobra with expanded hood and ruby eyes. Is it an illusion, the sound of hissing, like air escaping from a tire? The cobra seems to be annoyed. Cobras are incensed at lies. They sit in a rank of seven over the head of the enlightened, whose Kundalini has taken the internal elevator to the penthouse of consciousness. They protect him/her.

Naked greed is not pretty. Jeff Bezos could end the homelessness problem in Seattle with his pocket change. Instead? Read the article. Last year, a hundred and sixty nine people died from exposure on the streets of Seattle. Seattle has over 11,500 homeless people. This is largely due to the huge increase in rents. People cannot make enough money to pay for a place to live. It's the Silicon Valley flu that is rendering the Pacific Northwest uninhabitable except for rich people. For shame.

Many strange things are afoot as Mr. Apocalypse walks along the periphery and between the parameters of madness. Imagine something like this, right out there in the broad daylight. Wow!

Every day there is a new term for the expanding and intricate nature of sexual dysfunction. The language and concerns of the people in the article is bizarre to say the least; “I’m pear-shaped. I’ve got a tummy, man-titties and a big squishy butt. I also have a nice haircut, a clean face and a nice smile.” How wonderful for you. The future is in free fall, even though it never arrives. It is an interesting feature of time that very few people see and that is that the moment we are in is the only place we can ever be. There is only now and ever will be. Strange things happen to people who can sink into the moment. The moment has a trick feature where it expands and expands, until the sensation is as if the waterfall of eternity were pouring through it.

There is no past. There is only the mind reaching behind. There is no future. There is only the mind reaching ahead. Most everyone lives in a fantasy world of manufactured, imaginary time zones. When you are young you live in the future and when you get older you live in the past. There is projection and reflection and it has the atmosphere of a dream. It is dreamlike. Like a movie playing on the mind-screen. It just goes by and eventually you wonder where it went and did it happen? The wheel of fire turns endlessly. It is the fire of desire and it flows from one life to the next.

What takes place in my heart and mind cannot be spoken of. Informed people have known this for centuries. Meher Baba let his silence speak for him. He said that the day would come when he would speak one word but... he never did. I remember the “Don't worry, be happy” posters that were all over San Francisco back in the day. I remember the promise and hope of those times. Then Death Disco came in the 70's. Greed is good came in the 80's. Grunge and junkie music came in the 90's, along with rap and a plethora of designer drugs. Materialism swallowed the world. It's an endless line of perfect asses with beads of water glistening on them; spreadeagled on a car, holding a glass of liquor, falling down in the cross walk in ankle breaker, Jimmy Choo Shoes, while texting the Easter Bunny. I am fascinated by cell phone culture. It is some kind of resonant hypnotics that links millions on an invisible web of radiant darkness.

Hours and days go by and the air is filled with the sounds of billions of fingers thumb-humping the cellphones. For some reason I am immune. I don't know why that is but I am not alone in this regard. Under this cover of poisonous darkness, terrible messages are being radiated from coning towers that look like something out of War of the Worlds.

Once again, there are no words to express the sense of what I get from the raging epidemic of cellphone crazy. It's some kind of zombie thing. It is automatically unconscious and reflexive. It is as surely an addiction as anything injected with a needle. I watch them, hours and days go by. Young girls race down crowded streets at 35 miles an hour, texting with both hands and seeing nothing but the phone screen. From our front porch in Ocean City I could watch this scene repeat endlessly. The hairs would stand up on the back of my neck. They didn't look down the cross streets. They just blazed right through them. The attitude of some of the culprits are truly special.



They think it is amusing.



I can't understand why.



Here is a classic fail; what can you say about something like this?



One last example of batshit crazy:



This all brings me to the point that has been rotating in my head and which I think is the answer to why this accelerating insanity is taking place and is going to become more and more extreme with a plague of mass shootings and suicides attendant. Materialism is incipient and then logarithmic, exponential insanity. There is no cure except for the dissolution of the construct and this is why cultures fail and disappear. It doesn't have to be cellphones. It can be whatever the combinations of crazy are. Warfare is a constant in the process of materialism. The disparities between rich and poor are a constant. In America where materialism is in its most intense and pervasive state, the culture turns into a prison planet and the profit driven private prison industry demands an ever increasing number of convicts. In times of material darkness, crime is rampant. Race wars are fomented and sexual perversity is off the charts and the singular and most important news items of the day. Materialism is a Bermuda Triangle like whirlpool of madness.

You are in it. It is up close. It surrounds you and you can't see it. Most crazy people do not know that they are crazy. As materialism increases crazy becomes the new sane. No one notices it because it happens incrementally. It is a step by step pirouette off the cliff. Surely from Point A to point S, one can see the evidence of the progression but those being driven crazy only see the individual passage from one point to the next. One day they are 'there' but they don't know how they got there. At first it was just a neighborhood street. One walks up or down it through a familiar landscape. Then, like a video game one suddenly sees that they are in twisted nightmare of unfamiliar places. A couple of days ago they were walking down Lexington Avenue. Now they are in East St. Louis. How did it happen?

I am constantly reminded of the poem by Yeats, “The Second Coming” I know that for most people, being inside the material bubble, being rocked to sleep (grin) by commercials and redundant deus ex machina, filled with crotch cutting jeans and tuna fish brains who, in seeking escape swim ever deeper into the mix, as if darkness were some intimation of safety; 'If I can't see them then they can't see me in that place where everything is done in Braille with Helen Keller curb feelers.

Slowly and deliberately they render their celebrities, more and more stupid, looking for a genuine reflection of the public, Jennifer Lawrence watching the Kardashians. There's an epiphany in there somewhere, reversed on itself, instead of an awakening, simply a deeper sleep; 'miles to go and promises to keep' Somewhere in the alcoholic night of corruption and despair, only to find there's no there there.

It has to be that underneath all the hype and depravity, something marvelous is percolating and in an instant, all at once, the grand awakening takes place and the desperadoes are caught flatfooted. There is a roar and a rising like a stadium wave and the dawn of simultaneous recognition rivets every soul in place. It can't be undone. They never saw it coming, as their minds were fixed on looting and rape. God rose up in every set of eyes; some with redemption and some with disgrace; to each according to his need in that place where intention defines us all... some strange mixture of fire and ice.


End Transmission.......

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12 comments:

lil bear said...

Yes indeed, events occurring "out there" certainly appear amiss, here's another example of that for you, what a jerk this guy is. Does anyone find this guy entertaining?

https://www.esquire.com/entertainment/tv/a20003576/kevin-james-netflix-2018-stand-up-review/
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I'm sure all these seemingly unconnected events going on in our cultural and political landscape is going to culminate in something new,shiny, and exciting. As you often remind us faith in the ineffable is needed now more than ever before. That should be evident for anyone with eyes to see, huh?

Ray B. said...

Vis: "...I remember the promise and hope of those times. Then Death Disco came in the 70's. Greed is good came in the 80's. Grunge and junkie music came in the 90's, along with rap and a plethora of designer drugs. Materialism swallowed the world."

I remember the Living Death of the 50's and early 60's. Thank God for the Flower Power movement; it shattered all the Dr. Strangelove, Stepford Wives, and Pleasant Valley Sunday grotesqueness. Throw in a burgeoning Spiritual awareness, and the future looked bright...

And then, "The Empire Strikes Back" happened. I truly do believe it was a conscious 'counterattack', coming out of an area of hidden powers. Most of humanity does not have the defenses to not be 'influenced'. Sad.

The only good thing about the present circumstances is that the 'guiding' bad-guys have leaned way-out of their hidden perches. They are visible to some eyes. I have often wondered Why the appropriate few hundreds of incarnate bad-guys have not been 'dealt with'. Perhaps, it is a strategic 'ploy' to expose and deal-with the Hidden Masters...

(Yes, we are all God. No, I do not want certain aspects of God here...)

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Anonymous said...

well, as for prisons and taxes and such, i have oft repeated a jaded line which sums up the municipal and local budgeting of such things as the ugliness of the streets, roads, buildings and neighborhoods of the gall of a persistent nightmare choking the life out of them, which get worse and worse; and that is this: “They have all the time and money they could ever need for war and corruption, but they can’t fill a pothole.” And that is the gawdawful truth and we keep paying for it. What a joke. Nobody listens, nobody cares, and it just keeps creeping thru everything. I live somewhere where the roads and infrastructure are possibly the worst or near the worst in this godforsaken cuntry, if one were to take a poll. As for homelessness, we have rotating corner critters, bridge camps and tent preserves scattered about in all quarters of the city if they can’t find ‘decent shelter’ in an abandoned house or building and the cops, or whoever, shuffle ‘em around periodically.

one time, i gave five bucks to one woman who was at a corner in a wealthier area who was holding up a sign saying she had two kids and recently became homeless. She was young and pretty and her clothes looked fairly clean, but the look on her face was what compelled me to give her my only $5 cash. When i handed it to her, she thanked me and looked so grateful it hit me in the guts. What bullshit. i can’t stand this cuntry sometimes. Don’t twist your ankle in the pothole there, my poor lady. I give money to drunks and druggies too. i don’t care, they’re working harder than some douche in a tie for their sustenance in my opinion.

gas prices are going up again, to run our grossly inefficient gas vehicles around on dangerous disintegrating poorly designed roads for the occult carbon tax collective.
USA, USA, ra, ra, rass, kick ‘em in the ass!

but, you know, don’t worry, be happy and all that stuff. I’m not giving in to despairing, but that cobra you spoke of, i think mine’s pretty irritated. Ya.

ciao,

jimminychristmas

Anonymous said...

you are pretty amazing brother.

robert said...

Dear Visible,

Though I agree with the estimate of the previous poster that you are amazing, I prefer, as a more precise observation of your purpose, that you facilitate DE-mazing, rescue of our perception from the maze of material density and the mediated Matrix!

RE: your apt observation about the literal neurosis of cell-phone addiction:

Apparently our temple avatars are wired to receive a dopamine hit whenever we are recognized by another sleeping god (an awake god would give us more than a mere dopamine hit!)

In physical avatar life, unless we are meet and greeters or famous and part of the media wallpaper, we can only gather these at a certain slow rate, as people move into our space or call us on the telephone, one by one.

Whoopee! Now, there is virtual reality, in which we can say something that has all the appearances of being timeless wisdom (Not!) to our virtual crew in cyberspace and woo hoo! we can get that precious recognition coming in, in double plus size servings!

The other factor in this addiction is something in common in our waking versus dreaming experiences: the desire to STAY IN THE DREAM, not returning to our "waking" reality just yet!

Certainly all here have observed the little mind games which are used to allow us to ignore the alarm and the day calling us and REMAIN IN THE DREAM TRANCE, where we are comfortable in a timeless limbo.

The hijacked subjectivity that is the virtual, (anti)social media and the manufactured consensus, now growing VERY thin around the edges, is a comfort to the mind, because inside the subjective, there is control and comfort, but NOT for the avatar temple!
Generalizing, most cell-phone addicts are also avid consumers of, immersed in, the media Matrix and its life of its own, decoupled from any physical reality.

The feeble intellectual effort required to keep this neurotic collective miasma spun up and keep it the primary focus, brings a continual "natural" drug high (the dopamine hits just keep on coming!), DESIGNED TO REWARD REAL COMMUNITY EXPERIENCE, not the simulated experience of fake friends and fair weather allies!

Visible, in your seemingly random musings, you have actually focused on the MAIN IMPEDIMENT to the larger awakening!

This addiction to virtual, mediated experiences bringing recognition rewards will only be broken by REAL COMING TOGETHER experiences, nothing else will substitute for what Lady Nature and the Ineffable designed to reward cooperative harmonious behavior.

What a demazing guy you are, Visible! (grin)

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

The longer I am here, the more I think it would be a wonderful idea and in our best interest for the sun to blow up yesterday. Especially since I saw my new theoretical work schedule until another dishwasher is hired.

I'll post it for chits and giggles, though my boss said she would try to get someone else to do the night shift, since I royally bitched at the concept of doing this. Hopefully she succeeds, or I take my car off the precipice on the way to work at 90 MPH when I can't stand it no mo' (Not really. Those in the hierarchy that I am in communication with would be extremely pissed, and I'd probably ave engine failure before I got there.)

Tue: 11:00 AM-2:00 PM / 9:30 PM-whenever I'm done (About 4 to 4.5 hours with no special projects all week.)
Wed: 11:00 AM-9:30 PM
Thurs: 11:00 AM-2:00 PM / 9:30 PM-whenever I'm done
Friday: 11:00 AM-200PM
Sat: 10:00 AM-4:00 PM / 9:30 PM-whenever I'm done
Sun: 10:00 AM-whenever I'm done (2:30 AM, usually.)

Me alive, I hope this doesn't happen. Maybe I should do a Pagan ritual and ask my demigods to help me. They often do grant my requests. I hope my boss finds a fill-in for me before tomorrow night. She did say she'd try, repeating mine self.

Ray B. said...

(Never showed-up, despite "Your comment has been saved and will be visible after blog owner approval." Maybe the subject matter. Once again:)

Single best (non woo-woo) article I have run-across on why things are the way they are. Does not go into the top string-pullers, of course, but lays out the entire mid-upper control/manipulation system. Not a 'fluff' piece; impressive...

Anonymous said...

Your writing is not writing, it's a typrascope into this thing called real. You bind spells so well, like sweet medicine.

Thank you so very much!

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

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Scarlett said...

Sometimes I think that the great awakening has already happened and that people like us are it. There are no others who will ever awaken. There will be those who turn on the system when it no longer works for them, but they won't really understand that it didn't get broken -- it was designed to be this way from the very start. Sigh.

I keep hoping that I'm just too cynical, but I've been waiting a long time to be proven wrong about the masses and I fear that I'll die of old age before that actually happens.

Visible said...

Scarlett; Wow!!! Long time no see and You could well be right. I hold out hope though.

Love,

visible

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