Sunday, December 15, 2019

Merry Christmas and here is a much revised copy of an old posting from Visible Origami.

Here's something I wrote about 15 years ago (and just added considerably to this evening) somewhere in the approach to Christmas of that year. Merry Christmas IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD. I wish I had one of those Tibetan things that spins when you turn it and I would write Merry Christmas all over it and hook it up to a solar battery (now there's irony for you) so that it would just spin and spin.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

"A Virtual Cathedral"

A vast, groined ceiling, of stained glass...the light of the thing its all about, makes a never ending statement of all that can be understood about it, by being the same thing over and over again, while changing color, every time it touches the spectrum from which it passed... from the spiritual to the material and these are simply degrees of the same thing.

God and The Devil are only terms we use to define our own nature and what inspires our acts. The Devil is the way the wicked see God and desire is the instrument of God's will.

Those who serve the darkness, are driven by the darkness toward an epiphany of light. It cannot be evaded. Even the worst of us cannot escape it forever. At the name of Jesus Christ EVERY knee shall bow, because the name means Liberty and before the promise of one's own freedom, fealty is an automatic vow.

Godhead is the objective of all our pursuits, as the God within, searches for the parts of himself that shattered out of the mirror, in which he saw his loneliness and so the adventure began. Existence is a game of hide and seek. One part of ourselves is in search of the other and... serendipity awaits for each rose that blooms in its time. Some have long ago achieved it and some will not find it for many lives to come. Existence is the self in search of the self and in between the searcher and his objective, weaves the dancing lady. She is the rest stop of time. She is the once and present Future Exit.


Old guys with long beards get really complicated because sex left them in the cheap seats. Men come to their wits end arguing about it but it is gone, along with the hope of all that was ...and for which they substituted it. No man ever robbed himself so effectively as these.

Young children who don't even know what that is do not care... Life went on forever, until they discovered that bane from which all their heartaches and suffering emerged.

The oceans of circular life cover the sands of time and there buried... are more sorrows and broken dreams than ever there were poet or philosopher to sing or define. Forward then to that point where ours are buried too.


I am the shape of the very thing entire
to which every heart does aspire
Ventrulian man I am
spread out upon the quicksand
in endless suspension
of doubt
faith is the join
that holds at the points of the star
I am...
Born in a fit of splendor
out of the womb of God
Twin Mary's bespeak the reconciled throne
for I will not sit here alone.


Three wise men and a bunch of bit players, without speaking parts, did or did not show up in Bethlehem; hereafter to be called The House of Bread and did or did not pay homage to a child born of a virgin, or a non virgin and the reality of whether it was or is... or did or didn't... had no effect on the beauty of the thing.... it did leaven regardless. It did rise, as everlasting genius from the mind behind the mind that imagined it had conceived it.




and mathematicians


Everlasting glory and blessings that cannot be counted, poured down upon the population and even the hot blasting sound of killer aircraft and Versace designed suicide vests, splatter-casting the mall with body parts and broken i-pods, could not kill the music in the human heart.


The evil cry out, while the soul is screaming for release and it will go right on doing so till doomsdays brakes lock up in a burning ozone laden stench, on the darkest highway of the desperate drowning heart of a damned humanity.

Madmen killled and tortured hundreds of millions...entire worlds were enslaved...mighty kings from Africa crossed the oceans in chains and sang our salvation from beneath the whips of the damned...

Double screaming Hallelujah....

Those unthanked and often unremembered, made Small Pox and her backup band get down on their knees before a dark glory hole and taught the universe the meaning of dwarf stars... blind men feeling for purchase in a world gone missing, agitate like an oyster in the irritation of a pearl ...but it is not the world that is lost. The rain dulled minds of gloom, expecting
nothing ...but down they fell into the golden tumbling sorrow of their ruin/ one day there will be no tomorrow. No more reaching for an answer in the night, sooner or later it will be forever and they will disappear into the light. Now, they see the highways. Now they see the towns. Now they see the distance in which everything without meaning is found. All of it keeps changing, so none of it is real... if there is any meaning it will depend on how you feel


don't touch me darling, I am dreaming, asleep like a serpent coiled inside a stone, when I awake the world turns into laughter
and Earth will quake and silence be broken, for you I tell this thing; alabaster statues just make the pigeons shit and I am in the midst of it... so this is how the circle will close.

So this is life? nothing so softens the hard horn of a brutish nature, as the constant massaging hands of conscience that is Bodywork by God.

Don't tell me Hark the Herald Angels can't sing.

Planets in merciless precision rubbed up against each other and made the music of the spheres. Cassiopeia took off her clothes and the world disappeared...nothing could kill it. Down in the dirtiest muck of the Deadwood version too ugly to film, arose a light that could not be extinguished.

but planets turn beyond the scope of mean and angry lives and blood is spilled and coffee drunk, while it goes on apace and you my darling also-rans... must one day come to see that what you are. That which is in front of it, reveals what follows you. It dies each time it reaches and in wanting... it denies... the thing it thought would talk in tongues, by opening it's thighs. The world is yet a sacred place, so trample if you must ...but you trample on yourselves of course ...and it... t'was ever thus.

It broadcast itself before there were ears to hear or eyes to see and it endured ...and nothing could dim it.


Every twisting enemy, masquerading in the genomes, did no more than make us love more. Hatreds past remembering their cause, could not take away the hope. Real life situations worse than all the books written about them just made us try harder.

Even in the darkest false light of bad neon, we found the time to wonder. Somebody wondered...somebody wrote it down and somebody reached out for it. I read it and you read it and I reached out and you reached out sometime....once long ago ...and it tattooed itself all around the kingdom throne forever. Cherubs climbed in and out of Escher's head, as the art deco work made everlasting beauty of the stage upon which it was performed...

Men and women burned. The stark evidence of our treachery was unmasked over and over and still comes back to haunt us today....but not forever...

Giordano Bruno, my dear and beloved friend...






Mahatma Gandhi...Martin Luther King


and especially everyone unnamed...most especially every anonymous hero, in every moment of crisis, when there was no soundtrack and there were no grips...

multi-double screaming hallelujah

up out of the coarse and twisted mix


always.... up

So.... you ask me if there was a Jesus?

So you ask me if there IS a Christ?

I tell you that the legends and the trick lighting are just the Hollywood we put between us and the things we love and it don't matter.....

I have seen the dignity and the courage rise over and over and over again. I have seen this Jesus Christ in hearts where his presence was unknown... a time bomb ticking... an alarm clock ringing- one day.

I have seen the mark he made on history and the masterpiece he made of the human heart and there is no actual record of him being here. There is zero evidence other than what was written down by men at different times, who may or may not have met him at the time but most certainly met him at another.

So you tell me....where does it come from?



bring it on.....


Merry Christmas


I woke up this morning
From a magical dream
No, it wasn’t magic
It was somewhere in between
A promise and a miracle
Of something left unsaid
I can’t remember what it was
It’s still inside my head
All this time that I’ve been searching
Just as hard as I know how
I go on and on believing
It will come to me somehow
And now it’s finally happened
And it doesn’t seem that odd
To go to sleep and then receive
A love letter from God

End Transmission.......

Today's Song is;

Pocketnet tonight has been brilliant. Here's how you get there and thanks for all your support my friends; you are wonderful companions for me on this road.

les visible at pocketnet


Thomas said...

Oh my ......... !!! This is Beautiful!!

I love the dancing rhymes, the music intertwined.

Merry Christmas!!!

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

I swear, this was the most poetic post you ever put up. Beautiful!

Rocher said...

Some work to survive – some survive to just work – some survive to be tortured by the minions of perdition because their legions recognize the one that dwells within your soul has been forgiven.

The battles of the Princes in their principalities; they say is beyond our ken – go to the places I have been and the revelations are so simple that men cannot imagine this evil or where it all begins.

He was made flesh to bring us the hopiate of faith – unwavering, he survived, to teach the simplicity to open our eyes. This day is not his birthday; only the slight-of-hand for evil laughing at our ignorance, to misunderstand, the lack of proof is His truth for which we all should yearn.

Celebrate His Birth as well as His demise – rising again, for we have the promise of His return, ascension, our meekness is our strength and our Faith is our Love.

His works have survived the tests of time. His revelations are gathering the few, these end of days. There are many manmade names for the peoples in this world of confusion – never has it been more important for His works to be realized; for it has always been His temperament for us to see His Father within all our Lives.

Merry Christmas everyone – behind this curtain of technology – we are all Les Visible to those who can’t see…….

“If we have souls, they're made of the love we share. Undimmed by time, unbound by death.”

Visible said...

Thank you LTPTB. I really appreciate that because it was out of the core of my being but you are one of only a few that appreciated it. There's something about my work where it simply doesn't connect with people at certain times and those are usually the times when I thought I did my best work. On the other hand, I can write something completely pedestrian and people are over the moon about it. I've given up trying to figure it out. I've no idea what's going on and as time passes I care less and less about that. I'll go on doing what I do but all I want is to move on. I don't like it here. I never did. I came here as a favor and got the proof tattooed over the length of me that no good deed goes unpunished (grin).

Visible said...

Thanks for dropping by Rocher. That was all very well and elegantly put.

Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas
This is by far my favorite post
thanks for re-posting

E said...

Masterclass and beyond visible, though you (again) forgot to mention something?

"This poem is in memory of Pat Tillman, a real American hero"

Merry Christmas!!!

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Your welcome, and my agape love to you from the furthest reaches of mine nostrils.

Visible said...

What did I forget? I suspect I did not forget anything but just didn't mention something you wanted me to? I say this without rancor of any kind, I am just unaware of any compulsion for to to have to say anything. Try as I might, I cannot identify anything I forgot to say that I didn't say. Yes... there are many things I did say but I wasn't compelled to say any of those either. In good spirits, your humble servant, Visible.

Visible said...

Ah!!! Ah... God is so wonderful (light switches on). I am guessing that I dedicated that post to Patrick Tillman. Thank you! In the course of my travels I will add that prominently to the post.

Visible said...

A new Reflection's in a Petri Dish is up now-

"Mr. Apocalypse is Coming and he is Bringing the Boomslang Boomerang; Cave Dei Videt."

Ray B. said...

Thank you for re-posting this elegant/defiant piece, Vis. It says so much about the human heart and the human condition. Sad/happy...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Child of God (no name necessary as you can look up the URL said...

Suffering is a part of the temporal world, but for those who believe in God, and follow 'God's word,' a spiritual pot of gold awaits at the end of their path. It is sad you had to go through so much suffering to get where you are, the Holy Spirit guided me around the challenges you speak of. Blessedly God's fire is more gentle, so as not to break the spirit but merely tame it. Had I not housed the indwelling Holy Spirit, The Living Christ, I most assuredly would have gone down the dreadful paths you speak of, so I am forever in God's debt for keeping me from the horrors you had to endure.

[1] The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
[2] He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
[3] He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
[4] Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
[5] Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
[6] Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

The indwelling Holy Spirit teaches One many things and provides guidance to protect them from unnecessary suffering in this world. God prepares a table before us in the presence of our enemies. The Holy Spirit guided me past the two thieves, who hang either side of the cross, and kept leading me out of the tomb so the second death would have no power over me. God's blessings are bountiful for the faithful.

It is sad you have not been given the sight necessary to comprehend the hidden esoteric nature of the Bible, because it provides a most magical and beautiful sojourn that allows one to walk hand in hand with The Living Christ, through the fire. It is in this way we see the power of The Christ work in our lives, so those who belong to God can learn to trust God's guidance in this world.

Jesus said, 'If he called them gods to whom the word of God came— and the Scripture cannot be broken— then what about the One whom the Father sanctified and sent into the world?’ (John 10:35-36).

As we can see from what Jesus informed us, those who have mastery of the 'Word of God' are God's. The Holy Spirit takes one on a sojourn that expands one's consciousness from 2nd dimensional thinking (slavery) to the higher 5th or 7th dimensions of being (freedom). The Living Christ facilitates ascension and protects the initiate on their sojourn. I keep pinching myself because I can't believe God cares so much about us. I don't attend church because institutionalised religion never made me feel close to God. I instantly recognised the ministers, priests, pastors or other supposed servants of God I came across were not resonating at the God energy level. I sensed this even as a child. The Holy Spirit has been with me as long as I can remember, but I didn't know it was the Holy Spirit until I completely comprehended the word of God. The Holy Spirit revealed herself to me through the sojourn we have undertaken by helping me comprehend what was in the Bible in a sensible, consistent way. The Holy Spirit is very loving, compassionate and forgiving, which is why I love her so much.

Never could I have imagined the wonderful mystical journey that was to unfold in my life. I didn't even know such a sojourn was possible, so I understand how people like yourself might not believe in the power of 'God's word', or what people like me say, but I assure you for those who have faith in God, God's grace is real, and it does carry you through.

'Grace and peace be multiplied to you through the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord. His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness through the knowledge of Him who called us by His own glory and excellence'
~ 2 Peter 1:2

ALL Glory be to God



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