Smoking Mirrors

An Ignorance and Denial too Vast to Measure

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Sun, 19 May 2013 22:24:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Depending on who you listen to, you might hear pretty much anything and depending on how you are disposed, you might believe almost anything. I am an optimist and I don't want to change. This sometimes means that I have to accept, dispassionately, the necessity for certain things to happen to certain people because that's what it's going to take to wake their asses up, even if that means their asses wind up composted with the dead leaves of a departing age. When I, rarely and occasionally, find myself in the comments section of one website or another, like Bill Maher's blog, or any number of places, where the great (formerly unwashed) uninformed may gather, to anonymously joust and call each other names, I am... uh... uh; you know; I can usually find whatever word I'm looking for. Usually, I've got many words to choose from to say most anything but... when I witness the spectacle of incomprehensible dumbasses, at this point in time... at this point in time, still waxing ignorant of what should have long ago dawned on even household pets... I am left stunned! Aghast! Somehow those words are just not adequate to the needs of what needs be said. Is it possible for people to be so... so fucking stupid, through such a length of telling and damning events, which should long ago have stripped them of their capacity to believe a single thing being said by a single person, in any position of temporal authority in the Israeli occupied United States, Israeli occupied Canada, Australia and many parts of Europe? Yet... yet... on those rare occasions, when I find myself out there in some part of the unreal world, internet wise, I read living, literal truth that there are people, apparently quite a few people, are ever so much more ignorant than there presently exist devices which can measure it. It's what you would call, 'off the gauges'.

I know there are people waking up. I hear from them sometimes, when they come around and announce it to me through emails or some way and I hear it from people who tell me about encountering it. I see the traffic increases at my own sites and I definitely see the traffic increases at sites I visit. Yet... yet, I find myself in these comments sections, where some very peculiar breed of replicant humanity appears and makes a lampoon out of itself; for my entertainment? Is it for the purposes of demonstration? These people and... there are quite a number of them, still believe it was Arabs and not Israel (who it actually was) that attacked the U.S. on 9/11. How is it possible that they have not come to some state of wondering or doubt? How can such a level of arrogance and ignorance, couple in such a pornographic conjugation? It's mind blowing! They are another species, another life form. . Their level of defiant, adamant delusion goes beyond my level of ability to accurately and comprehensively define.

I recognize that they may well make up a majority of the population. I cannot get my head around that. I cannot get my head around how any and all of the residents of these countries have not long ago risen up and done something final and irrevocable about and to the overlords. There has to be some force loose in the world that for some reason or another I am vaccinated against because it has no impact on me. Yet... yet... it completely controls this massive portion of the population. They stand there mute and uncomprehending, as their economy is destroyed, their jobs and homes are taken. Their leaders stand in front of them and lie so transparently that it would seem even a moron would have caught on by now. They give themselves up as canon fodder to the craven interests of a shitty little country in The Middle East, whose residents laughs at them and bathe in their blood. They stupidly believe that if they survive being used as canon fodder that they can get their college education paid. The result of that is that they get to work the cash register at a McDonald's. Domestic intelligence agencies under the control of Israel bomb public events and they chant, “USA! USA! USA”! I don't know what to say.

I will say this; cataclysm is assured. I am now convinced that the only reason it has not yet occurred is out of mercy, cosmic restraint and the hope that somehow they will wake up but.. it seems very unlikely, very unlikely. They cannot survive, living in the trance of their bizarre and inexplicable illusions, they cannot survive. They are doomed. There is no other way to put it.

It came to me that I no longer possess a future in this world as I know it. As this realization has dawned on me, I discovered that I was to be migrated into an ancient environment where I have no former history in this life ...but which I have visited in my dreams often. Time passes and the date of departure grows closer. It is altogether possible that events will take such a course during the intervening weeks and months that migrating will no longer be possible. This is something I do not know. I find myself reluctant to make any preparations. I'm waiting on something but I don't know what it is.

If Vladimir Putin does read Smoking Mirrors, maybe he will invite me to Russia. I suppose anything is possible. I find myself at the point of not caring one way or the other where I finally come to rest in the next segment of my fractured journey, through so many things, I have yet to understand and possibly never will. Life can be like that, although I am certain revelation is on the menu. I am certain that my course is mapped and charted. I have no defining physical evidence to support that but I have an inner certitude that no uncertainty can trouble or dislodge.

It has slowly dawned on me, over recent days, that I am assuredly in the wilderness. I'm seeing things I haven't seen before. I've been to a number of web sites, places I have been to many times before and it is only recently that I see the lists of all the names that contribute to those sites. I never see my name there. I am not a part of that vast alternative community of writers, who have made the necessary compromises to receive that alternative community stamp of approval, which marks them as upwardly mobile; part of the lecture circuit, traveling to different universities to speak on 'alternative political and social matters'. I am in my own section, a section that contains only me. I ask myself, is this due to my unpredictable nature? That could hardly be it, except in some few cases where it was more than the environment was set up to appreciate. Shiva routinely has these things occur, I shouldn’t be surprised to find myself in similar circumstances. We are all incarnations of some aspect of the invisible. How else would it make its appearances? If I've learned anything from that, it's that one should be careful which angle one makes their appearance from, given whatever the state of the world may be at the time. Some roles are more tolerable to the environment. There's less attrition. Still the payoff does vary and we haven't seen that end of it yet.

I've thought long and hard about why things are as they are with me and it's really all about one thing and that is the result of saying what very few of us are inclined to say and it's all about stands taken that very few are willing to take. It all boils down to the fact that Israel did 9/11. This brings me to an awareness of which I am more and more increasingly aware. The majority of the alternative press is either owned or compromised by Israel and unless you are willing to make some kind of a deal with the Satanists, you're going to have to operate and survive, if you can, outside the margins. They long ago took over all of the media, publishing, music and related areas of enterprise and unless you are willing to bend over for them and get screwed in one way, you can refuse to bend over and get screwed in another. Of course, you don't have to consider yourself screwed because, ultimately, all of this is handled from another location. It only looks the way it does to see if you believe otherwise. Life is set up the way it is to see what you're made of.

Major, major changes are coming and they are coming soon. The static status that we have been moving through for so long, can no longer maintain itself as it has been. Critical mass is on the doorstep. The changes that are meant to truly reveal and define us are now at hand. Very soon we are going to be in a world so very different than the one we imagined we knew. Since I do not have access to the details, I cannot comment on them. All I can say is that whatever is coming is going to be really impressive. Will it be political, social, environmental or... even more? It's going to be all of them and each of them is going to be affected and directed by the rest of them. Every level of existence is going to be transformed by what's coming and our position in the mix will be determined by what we have become in the process of getting to that moment.

That's what it's all about. It's about whatever we've done with ourselves to get to this moment in time. We are living proof that we exist as what we are in terms of what surrounds us and we're going to get summed up based on exactly that, unless we go through some sort of magical transformation that changes the entire dynamic and that is always a possibility until it is not. We shall see.

End Transmission......

The radio broadcast should be up shortly, at the latest it will appear tomorrow (my time).

Talking about The Black Window Spider Family and Sundry.

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Tue, 14 May 2013 12:57:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting........

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Let's start off today testing your gag reflex, as you peruse this bit of fellatio, being performed by the media, which is wholly owned by those who dispense these hum jobs on themselves. Here we see a registered and labeled, cold blooded psychopath, being given the Disney/Norman Rockwell treatment. They just love to transfer those skills they practice in The Valley, for profit, into the area where they practice another kind of pornographic, pubic relations. Speaking of pornographic events, practiced on your unwilling posteriors and trembling Jello minds, here's another gorge raising event brought to you by the same people WHO ALSO destroyed the previous structures that used to occupy that space. Yes, it can't be said too often; Israel AND the world wide Satanic Zionist Conspiracy to enslave and/or destroy humanity, with the assistance of bought off politicians, corrupt intelligence services AND- the stupidest general population that has ever lumbered mindlessly, across a poisoned and plasticized landscape, in concert and cooperation with each other, attacked the United States on 9/11. The same players also did 7/7 and The Madrid Train station bombings... all these locations were guarded by the same Israeli Security company, whose job it was to facilitate the carnage, in honor of whatever bloodthirsty demon they were making the living sacrifices to. Behind all these actions, lies The Black Widow Spider Family, the arch Satanic bloodline present on the planet today; that would be The Rothschilds. There you have it in plain, daylight style. Believe it or not ...it's your call. Embracing a lie puts you into the same pending destiny-environment of that lie. Cutting a lie loose ...well, you do the math.

You know, I believe I will say it again; Israel, The World Wide Zionist, Anti-Human Conspiracy and assorted shit golems, did 9/11, under orders from The Rothschilds. Hmmm, you know what? I think I will say it again, this time in all caps. ISRAEL, WITH THE ASSISTANCE OF VARIOUS NIMRODS, UNDER ORDERS FROM THE ROTHSCHILD FAMILY DID 9/11. Let's retroactively put that in Bold type, yeah, lets.

All the criminal banking scams and action that have taken place over recent times and probably at all times before, were ordered or engineered by the Central Banks, which includes The (NOT) Federal Reserve. Should you be inclined to use a little industrial strength graphite, 3 in 1 Oil, WD 40, or a blowtorch, to remove your ass from where it has bonded with the Pleather in your easy chair, you can probably find out which genetic abomination owns all of The Central Banks.

I'm supposing there are some who might feel I am being somewhat redundant and repetitive of late. Perhaps there are some who feel I might be stating the case too strongly? Possibly I should be more understanding and refer to these murderous fiends as, simply confused, misunderstood- ♫Oh Lord, Please don't let me be...♫? Perhaps I am lacking in (fundie) Christian compassion and am missing the amount of pressure that these people have to operate under every day, while they spread death and destruction globally (there aren't enough hours in the day)... or simply take their time and engage in grievous torture first but... then again, there just isn't enough time ...and surely I should have some kind of empathy about that.

Yes, here I am talking shit about those who make shit look like lobster bisque, when I could be sharing recipes (for lobster bisque?), giving seminars (for a good chunk of cash) on visualizing prosperity, presenting pay per view tantric workshops over the internet, or whatever it is that people do when they have no concern for things like this because... because... uh... uh... uh... fill in the blanks.

Well, I'm not going to stop beating this drum, until some sizable portion of the sleeping classes, gets off their sizable asses and starts putting up stickers in toilet stalls, with internet URLS, bus kiosks, buses, police cars, store windows, military vehicles, definitely Homeland Security Nazi-mobiles, pre-schools, elementary schools, high schools and college bulletin boards, workplaces, national monuments, state and national parks, utility vehicles and should you be capable of larger artistic endeavors, feel free to hang banners from overpasses and apply creative graffiti everywhere it will take the application.

Your government is making war on you, under orders from the criminal nation of Israel and their sponsors, The Central Banks, who are presently stealing whatever they can get their hands on. This is taking place right now. It has been taking place for some time and it will continue to take place and become more and more and more extreme ...until something or someone stops them.

I know these blogs would probably receive a lot more positive attention, if I were to devote myself to talking about fashion, posting recipes and providing the ravenous public with miracle diets, as well as links to professional stomach stapling clinics. I have thought long and hard about this. How can I serve my visitors and reading public in a more useful way? How can I attract the denizens of The Heartland to my little corner of the internet? Should I have a looping country western soundtrack going 24/7. Sim, will you look into that?

Well, dear reader, I don't have to do any of these things. I don't even have to continue with these things that I do. We are in a time of forced awakening. It will come to those who are already so inclined and it will come to those whose resistance is adamantine and resistant past the point of surrender. It is going to come to the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful. It's going to come like Hell and High-water and all those things that attend the end of one age and the beginning of another. It's going to come because it is destined and inevitable. There is no defense against it. There is no hiding place and no secure fortress that can be raised or discovered, which can protect anyone against the certainty of their own destruction which they carry within them.

We have endured and suffered more terrible and unpleasant things than any of us can now remember. Repeatedly we close the door on a lifetime and then forget all memory of it, once we are loaded into the chute for one more followup. We walk about and engage in all of those normal and abnormal things that arouse our passions for performance, mostly, totally unaware of the recording secretary that accompanies us in every moment of the days and nights that carrousel until the amusement park goes dark, just as we are unaware of the means of our liberation, which also accompanies us through that carrousel of days and nights.

It is the most curious thing how we can be surrounded by compelling and corroborating evidence of so many things, all of which combine to paint a glaring portrait of what is. Even all of what is not, confirms what is. Every lie, no matter how truthful in appearance, or how ridiculously transparent, is proof of the truth for those who know how to analyze these things.

We do not have to live on our knees at the whims and pleasure of psychopaths. We do not have to go in fear of those whose greatest power is in their ability to generate fear. Once we have understood and confronted our fear, they no longer have any power. They only get away with what they get away with for the purpose of demonstration, for a specified period of time, until the time arrives for their spectacular and final downfall and that time is not far off. Allowing these fiends to instill fear in you, ties you to them and that is the point of the whole affair. Pretending they're not there and worse... sidling up to them and looking for a piece of the action, will produce certain results that you can depend on. Making yourself believe that you have to cut deals with these monsters, in order to survive, might grant you some time in the short run ...but will surely damn you in the long run. Take any or all of it for what it's worth, based on how your value meter reads this sort of thing.

End Transmission.......

[Sim: "Absolutely not."] Visible sings: ♫ I Love Country Music ♫
'I Love Country Music' is track no. 1 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'
About this song (pops up)

Sunday's radio show is still available for streaming.......

Teddy Boy Herzl and the Lord of Chaos.

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Sat, 11 May 2013 17:31:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

♫If I had a hammer♫ Well, I do have a hammer, metaphorically speaking and I guess that means I should ♫hammer in the morning, hammer in the evening, all over this land♫ It stands to reason, if you are going to hammer, you should hammer on those hammering on everyone else and that brings us around to the usual wrecking crew, promulgating havoc and discord; as per their service on behalf of The Lord of Chaos. I want to touch on something that I don't think has been precisely tracked; A to B to C to D and such. I want to talk about that lame duck canard (pun intended), 'antisemitism'.

Back in the day, when Teddy Boy Herzl came up with this catchphrase, no doubt, given the long running victim opera, being performed by The Chosen (reservoir), Some may have thought that it has to do with racist attitudes towards The Special. Here is my take. My belief is that it was part of a long term, cynical plan, where much of what followed (what since happened in the Mid East) was already blueprinted in the 19^th century. Here's the deal; the usurpers and land thieves, presently occupying Palestine knew that they had no claim on the land. I don't think genetic testing was going on at the time but somehow they knew they were not Semitic but rather the offspring of AshkeNAZI reavers. Recent genetic testing has proven this out and also proven out that the Palestinians are Semitic and endemic to the land. Ergo, calling themselves Semitic began to establish this fantasy in the mind of the public. They're very good at establishing fantasies and then perpetuating them as well. This helped them to legitimize their assumed right to what they called Israel.

It was with these things in mind that they then went about setting up incidents where they could cry, “antisemitism”! It was with this in mind that they started playing numbers games before and during the First World War. This is a long term plot and one of the most enduring conspiracies against humanity that has come around. They're also engaged in that other longest standing conspiracy against humanity; control of the money supply and thereby being in a position to engineer wars for profit. This is what you’re dealing with, or not dealing with. As I write these words, battalions of lawyers are diligently working to pervert the laws of the land in their favor and to your detriment.

Considering the wide scope of it all across time, can tend to make one depressed if one has no concept of a pending resolution. However, this is all a movie and it's got a script, a plot, a beginning, a middle and an end. No one has ever accurately predicted all of the elements of the movie ahead of time. This is one of those mysterious laws of the cosmos, which implies that one cannot know what has not yet been. One often doesn't accurately know what has already been. The reason no one can accurately predict what has not yet been is because... 'the wheel's still in spin'. The future is not fixed. Certain things are predetermined but... not everything and the only place you will see the future is in the present, should you happen to reside there. A lot of people don't.

This brings me to a consideration of Clif High's last two Wujos, which I listened to yesterday. He speaks of an event, which the web bots have been tossing up into view and which is likely to take place sometime between say, May 17^th and June 1. I have given this latitude of time because things like this are almost never precise. Clif mentions May 20^th but it could be to either side of that and I'm sure he concurs in that regard. There's a lot of info that has Washington D.C. under water and that brings me to my own perspective, which I don't talk much about but have occasionally mentioned. I think it's going to be Lady Nature who levels the playing field and also takes care of The Satanists already mentioned in this posting.

I have no idea if such an event will happen within those coordinates. I don't have access to Clif's intel. He mentions remote viewers from Hawaii and how they match up with what he has to say.

Sometime in the near future. there is going to be a global protest against Monsanto that will occur in 36 different countries. People are finally getting fed up. What does it all mean? How do you interpret it? That's an individual choice. It's the same thing as how we interpret our lives, how we choose our friends and our enemies as well. A lot of these things depend on what we are willing to compromise about; how much bend is in us. A lot of it has to do with what we are willing to say and unwilling to say. A great many people measure the costs of their words against the importance of their lifestyle, their position and their possessions and this brings me to the basis for what we are all going through to some degree or another. It is the same thing that makes it possible for the nogoodnicks to prosper and proliferate in these times. That thing is Materialism; material culture. What materialism does is to blind you to that which is not material. What it does is to set your values for you and all of your values are dependent upon what is required to get you what you need and want from material culture.

Materialism is the celebration of individual and collective selfishness. It is also the ultimate soil for the growth and flowering of lies. Lies are the life's blood of materialism. Material culture is the wellspring of fear and uncertainty. It puts the majority of the population in harness and under duress, as well as making them malleable for manipulation. Sometimes this comes out of ignorance and other times it comes out of fear but... come it does. Clear thinkers and those who love freedom enough to sacrifice and suffer in order to retain possession of it, automatically become outlaws. There is no way that a truly honest person, who also possesses the courage of their convictions, can successfully integrate into a repressive culture that exists to serve the wants, needs and appetites of a minority, at the expense of the majority.

What all of this means is that one must, perforce, submit or resist. As for the resistance side of it, there are all kinds and levels of resistance. Some of them are quiet and reserved and some are loud and demanding. It's a matter of personal temperament and also a matter of how far one has already been pushed. There are all kinds of arguments about how one must bend with the prevailing winds, give in to authority; much of this comes from religion, so it tells you where religion is at. It definitely comes out of the strictures of society, so that tells you where society is at, once material culture has gotten its hooks into it.

Everyone wants somewhere to live, food to eat, something to do, something to aspire to, someone to love. This does not pro forma define these basic drives as materialism. It’s more subtle than that and has to do with attachment. Attachment has the capacity to make us behave in uncivilized ways. I use the words 'civilized' and uncivilized' in the way that I interpret them. A civilized person doesn't simply go to war because someone told them to, or wove transparent lies that the ignorant find plausible. An attached person will do this because they are afraid they will lose what they are attached to. There's always that fear at the basis of the motivation that causes us to do things we would not naturally do, if it weren't for that fear.

These days, fear is a growth industry. People are afraid of numerous thing. Fear has some number of footmen and handmaidens in attendance wherever it goes; doubt, distrust, suspicion, resentment and really, a Whitman's Sampler collection of negative, unattractive emotions and states of mind. Once you go down the road into materialism, it cannot end well. It's a giant sucking machine and it puts a terrible pressure on those who want no part of it, simply as a result of the rip tides, undertows and other currents that impact on all of us, just because the majority are neck deep in glittering shit.

It's not easy. Maybe it's not even possible to have a productive and enlightened conversation with a materialist anymore than you can have one with a socialist or communist. The same applies to religious fundamentalists. These and the legion of various fanatics that flood our ranks these days are not open to reason or intelligent debate. They are committed to whatever doctrines have been injected into their minds, like some kind of horrible and irreversible vaccination. All of these twisted perspectives come out of materialism. They are each, mental perversions twisted into another shape. The fact is that essence, the ineffable, is incomprehensible and always will be. If you think you know, you don't know. If you know that you don't know, you probably do know, after a certain fashion, to a certain degree. There’s something of a mystery to this and it has not and never will be comprehensibly explained by anyone ...because it lies beyond the constraints and limitations of words.

Is there going to be a massive, earthshaking change of an event in the next ten days, two weeks, three weeks? I don't know. I do know that when the majority of the population is immersed in material culture that cataclysms are a given and it's not 'if', it's 'when'. I know that when humanity has hit an impasse of ignorance and appetite and is trapped in a bottleneck of bullshit that... change will be visited upon them. Will Washington D.C. get hit by some kind of mammoth tidal wave? Good God, if only. If only Nature would open the Earth and swallow D.C. and Israel too. We might well see a golden age come quickly into manifestation. One thing I am pretty sure of and wish I were not, is that a large number of people are in imminent danger of being recycled by one thing or another. What it finally turns out to be, we shall see in due course.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ It's Changing ♫
'It's Changing' is track no. 5 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'
Lyrics (pops up)

There will be a radio show Sunday night.

Wverp! Whooph! Kerplash! The Shit has Hit the Fan.

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Mon, 06 May 2013 14:47:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting........

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Whoa, is it Smoking Mirrors zeit again? I've spent the last few years watching the borders of reality move further and further 'out there'. My personal opinion on most of whatever goes on, is best expressed here. Well, my true and loyal friends (you've made me feel really good lately and when it was much needed), it appears that the shit is hitting the fan. Wverp! Whomp! Kerplash and splatter. Naturally it is all being engineered by those worshipers of the stool sculpture deity. In order for them to keep their stranglehold on the minds of those who have no minds, they need to toss several very large barrels of women and small children, into the mouth of the flaming shit dumpster they serve. The fiend they serve requires blood and pain, to provide them what they require and they are good to go with making that available. I'm sorry for going all sensitive and delicate at the moment but I broke a nail about an hour ago and my live in manicurist has gone to Ibiza for the fortnight. So, if I'm a little hissy, I hope you understand.

Certain things start happening toward the end of the ballgame, in fact, if you do the research you will find that there is generally any number of the same things that happen any time we get to that deliquescent, apocalypse moment we are at now; suicides, death cults, sexual aberrations as the norm, cannibalism, child sacrifice, rampant corruption on all fronts. The very worst of us elevated to the highest prominences of power and the best of us, marginalized, censured, slandered and exiled wherever that may be.

It's not all bad news coming out of the highlands and hinterlands, though this video is a little long, it is riveting and the personality of the lady and her eye-work are a tad spellbinding as well. It seems like most places and especially the West and Southwest, have some amount of awakening taking place. I'm starting to think that the reason it was so retarded for so long, had to do with the slow pace of acceleration, into all of the things we expected to happen so much earlier. Now that these things are speeding up, the awakening is speeding up. I believe I have also discovered why it seemed to be taking too long. It came into my mind about how, for some time, our days have been shorter and moved faster than we were formerly used to. Someone once told me that although our clocks still made their usual rotations through the hours, it now only took a little over 16 hours to make the 24 hour circuit. We seemed to be having 24 hours but it was only taking something over 16 to get there. That would mean, if it were true, that whatever we were expecting at the end of 2012, would have, logically, not happened until whatever times it would have been had we had 24 hours, instead of the incremental decrease we did get. This may not be accurate but it's all I got.

We're finding out that nearly every organization is hypocritical and corrupt. I knew there was a reason I never liked this group. I've never found what I suspected to be true, was true, about any of these groups, after I later found out there was something true about my suspicions. That may be one of the worst sentences I've ever written but you need those now and again, for comic relief and to break up the monotony of my saying the same things over and over. It stands to reason when something is corrupt, it is also rotten, like the pillars of a raised house, or any structure that no longer has the integrity to hold the weight of its being into the air. It must collapse. This is simple physics, applied to things we do not usually apply it to.

Because we do not apply simple principles to everyday things, we become confused about their longevity and capacity to endure at our expense, which is what they do, endure and feed upon; us. This relates also to political trends of thought and operation, to the law and those who enforce and wield it. It applies to religions that have become toxic, because, having lost all of their luminescence, quite a long time ago, they have fallen into the last bastion of operational bullshit, which is fundamentalism, upheld by dogma and cant. There is no longer a connection between the higher sensitivities and sensibilities of the founding author and the daily practices of the faith. It becomes just another arm of the ruling elite, whose intent is to milk the public dry and to herd them into enslavement and ignominious death. You get what you pay for and when you have to pay for the priceless, that is not what you get. You get a cheap and sometimes not so cheap and ineffective facsimile. You get the Andy Warhol version. You get garbage masquerading as art. You get sham masquerading as truth. You get a whore in fairy tale dress. You get a prince who is not into princesses. You get knights with no comprehension of what makes a knight. You enter the time of bogus and gratuitous titles, bestowed on pretentious and bombastic fools. You get what we got. You get what we got.

Investment Watch can now officially be added to the list of Disinfo sites, as per this article. There's no other way to read the article really. Here we get outrageous excuses for what Israel has done in Syria. Personally, ANY action taken to bring down these bloodthirsty fiends is justified. They have already done enough through the decades to warrant ANY response, no matter what it is. If you got 4 hours, you will find this to be insightful and compelling. I can't speak to the truth of any of it of course, for obvious reasons. Since I am not a student of Chinese Algebra, I cannot speak to the veracity of what is contained herein. No doubt there are more informed scholars out there who might have a better idea of what's what. I guess all I know is that no one would ever make anything illegal or against the law unless it actually was, would they (N-N W-W)? How could anyone think that everything we've heard about the world wars, wasn't one hundred percent true? Of course, history is written by the victors but... they wouldn't have been the victors if they weren't right would they?

Obviously, the Israelis have every right to commit the most insane outrages on anyone and everyone ...because they stole that land they are on fairly and honestly. It stands to reason that poisoning the Palestinian wells, butchering whole families and driving all of the legitimate residents into exile, was unavoidable. How else could they have occupied the land, if there were still people there, getting in the way of the people in search of a land with no people? Besides, if being a murderer and a thief is written into your DNA, why should you be expected to behave as anything else? When you have the soul of a pornographer and worship The Devil, what else should you be employed at and where else should you go to church? When you are genetically programmed as a mercenary usurer, what is more natural than for you to establish and operate the Central Banks, for the purpose of enslaving and destroying nations? It makes perfect, logical sense. Think about it. When you are inherently evil, it stands to reason that evil is the expected and ordained behavior that one should anticipate and even celebrate. Hey! There's evil, going about its business. Cool!

There will be no peace or justice on this Earth so long as there is an Israel and there is not a Palestine. Palestine is the name of all that area now called Israel. There is no Israel. There is only an abomination upon the face of the land, a foul plague of carnivorous dung beetles, who have stolen everything they possibly could and whose intention is to kill and enslave everyone on Earth that is not them. They are the ancient and enduring enemy of humanity and all that is natural and humane. They are the darkest of evil's incarnate. If you believe anything else you are a dupe and a fool. There is no other title you can wear, except for traitor and collaborator . Sure, there are other nasty terms that can be used and which apply but who has the days and weeks it would take to list them all?

I want to revisit what I said about rotten foundations, both metaphorical and literal, while we are suffering under the lashes and hobnailed boots of the world's oldest cabal of Nazis, as they make their long awaited putsch, to transform the world into a flaming inferno and to fail at it, as all who have ever attempted it have also failed. We can only hope they fail sooner rather than later and that when they do fail, they fail in a most spectacular and convincing way ...that leaves none of them in a position to ever attempt such heinous behavior again.

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Visible and The Critical List: ♫ Jews From Outer Space ♫
'Jews From Outer Space' is track no. 5 of 9 on Visible and The Critical List's 1993 album
'Jews from Outer Space'
About this song (pops up)

Of Defining Ourselves and Being Defined

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Tue, 30 Apr 2013 10:39:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

As per an internet exchange, where I was branded as making false accusations, I submit this. I also submit this. On this second matter, there is a large body of associated truths, just as there is for the first matter, which runs many search engine pages deep. Of course, if you want deep detail, then you need to see things like this. Probably most of the readers here have not read this article and certainly all of the people who brand me as making false accusations have not read it. The first two parts are linked in the beginning of the article. It is the nature of the curmudgeon to have abrasive reactions to various things on the basis that they do not want them to be true.

There are people who do not believe that Israel was behind 9/11. It's not convenient and it's potentially injurious to them socially and possibly in any number of other ways. My constant mention of the sort of things I mention at these blogs, is directly responsible for the dissolution of my domestic situation. That is some of the cost to me. The readers are generally unaware of the various costs that I bear, including the impact on my career, which is blocked in nearly every direction and... were it not for the internet, would be blocked in all directions. When I have to go, I won't be able to see my beloved Poncho again, in this life, probably and the reader can't know the degree to which this tears me up. The reader doesn't know how many times a day I turn and look at him and am reminded of this. The reader doesn't know how close the two of us are, or the level of love shared between us.

I have made a request of the readers before and that is, when there is a question as to the veracity of claims made by myself, about any subject, I request, no, I insist, I demand, that they provide published, posted refutations, from legitimate sources, just as do I; just as do I. I have stated on many occasions that I welcome proof that I may be wide of the truth. I believe that once I am shown to be wrong, I am no longer wrong, I am right, because I change my mind according to the facts as and when they are presented to me.

There are all kinds of people I do not mention as being disinfo because I do not know for sure that they are. Sometimes I suspect that they are and I will say 'suspect'.

These blogs exist for the purpose of presenting arguments and points of view, which are designed to garner reactions. Usually, overwhelmingly, the reactions are positive. Very often when the reactions are not positive, they are anonymous and declarative without detail. What that tells me is that the person wants only to contend with me and sometimes dislikes me for reasons other than anything that goes on here.

I comment on and write on socio-political matters, cultural matters and metaphysical matters. I'm relatively well informed on most of these, though I am an expert on nothing. The cardinal point of my endeavors here is to spark commentary. Between us we often arrive at more comprehensive understandings than any of us arrive at alone. Doing these blogs and attending to matters related to them; answering emails and my various projects, takes up the majority of my every day, seven days a week. It is, in fact, overwhelming to the point that I still have at least a couple of weeks of work left to do on my book because so many things keep coming up and all of the domestic necessaries have fallen upon me for the span of these past weeks. That should change in a couple of days and I will be more freed up (hopefully).

I am often amazed at the number of people who do not use search engines, or maybe don't know how to use them, who do not do comprehensive searches, so as to compare the varieties of information, in order to have a wider awareness of any given subject. People write me and ask me to look things up for them, which would take them ten seconds to find on their own. I am not a free research service. I am already operating as a free counseling service and reassurance service, at odd times with a certain consistency.

Over the course of recent years, I have lost some amount of readers; those who expect me to behave the way they want me to behave, by their standards, as if my own freedom of expression and action were not actually mine. Some portion of these people are anal retentives and hypocrites. In the first case they want me to be what they want me to be, in the second instance, they demand that I be what they themselves are not. As I've stated many times, people would know little about me, were I not to inform them. This can be costly. So some people think I am erratic and potentially a crazy and dangerous actor. In every case so far, the concern of the people who were concerned, was about something they feared would happen but never did. I'm pretty good at walking the tightrope and my track record says so.

In many cases, I have not defended myself and in some cases I have offered corroborative truth, which was and is totally lacking on the other side of the story. When people have to fabricate lies in order to bolster their case, the fact is that they don't have a case. It's always been my position that time will tell and that the truth of what I am and am not, would reveal itself over the course of time. I have always felt that the body of my work, what has been expressed in “Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World”, in my first novel and the coming novel and the years of Visible Origamis, give a deep and detailed view of what motivates me and what goes on inside me. If these evidences are not enough, then there can never be enough. If my having laid out the motivations for some of the things I do for the purpose of demonstration, which were presented long before there were any events to speak of, then what could ever be proof enough of anything?

It is hard to know the contents and capacities of anyone's heart, especially at a distance, especially when so many of us remain a mystery to ourselves. Then we would certainly be a mystery to others.

I have labored for 13 years in this room, where I presently sit, an exile from my own country, which, these days, would be dangerous ground for me, as I am the antithesis of most of everything going on there. Occasionally some old friends will fly over to see me but those visits are rare and few. I have a commonality with a particular segment of the American public and a great disaffinity with another part of the American public. I've never really connected with Europeans. I know a few people and count them as friends but I seldom see them more than once or twice a year. Until not that long ago, months and years could go by without anyone coming by to see me from the surrounding neighborhood and now that doesn't happen anymore for no reason given.

Well... I hope I've cleared up a few things, though it is unlikely I have cleared anything up for the people who do not want them cleared up. I've mentioned some number of times that the meaning of the name, Adam is, 'namer of things'. This is a very important detail that should penetrate into the well of our deepest understanding. It explains something about ourselves that we very often are unaware of. What we label things as is what they become for us. What we label ourselves as is what we become in our own minds and often in the minds of others as well. There are people who call themselves conservatives and people who call themselves liberals. If they are connected to the government then they are not conservative and they are not liberal in any way. They are not this or that, they just play one on TV. Some people call themselves Republicans, Democrats, Independents, Libertarians. There are all kinds of labels that people affix to themselves and each other and they limit themselves within the interpretation of terms that they often don't even know the meaning of, or which have all kinds of meanings that are irrelevant to the actual definition.

In the cases of polarities, such as conservative (often also neo-con) and liberal, they call each other names and hold each other in contempt and this is just as the ruling class would have it. We are perpetually set at odds against each other for the purpose of control. We are routinely reduced to economic extremity for the purpose of manipulation. Our distress puts us at the mercy of the people causing it. Bankers are your enemy and there is no possibility of reasoning or negotiating with them. We are maintained in a state of perpetual war in foreign countries, where we murder millions for the purpose of stealing their resources and in order to please our Satanic masters, the Israelis, who are determined to destroy these countries and your own country. The bankers and the Israelis are more or less one and the same. The only active and effective terrorists, are the state of Israel and the intelligence services of various western cultures.

I do not know who I am but I have a good idea of what I am and that is why I am content to let time and circumstance bear the responsibility for whatever my legacy may be. There is a mysterious power in the universe that defines us over the course of time. We define ourselves, others define us. Time and the river defines us and this mysterious force, brings to the surface most of what we seek to conceal, eventually. I have previously stated that we all have at least 3 faces. The first face is the one we present to people when we first meet them. It is the face we want them to believe in. Then there is the second face that reveals itself over time. Very few of us are able to prevent this face from coming into view. Then there is the third face that is revealed when danger or serious trouble presents itself. It is my usual intention to cause these last two faces to reveal themselves early on. I've got good reasons for doing this, given what I have been subjected to by various individuals in the past. My methods are not ideal and often not desirable but they are effective. They are also costly. They are also, no longer necessary, or so I've been told.

I hope each and every one of you has a wonderful day, not only today but for all of your days to come.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ I Am Alive ♫
'I Am Alive' is track no. 8 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'
Lyrics (pops up)

Sunday's radio broadcast is now available for streaming.

Hog Lagoon Heaven in the Late Great American States.

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Wed, 24 Apr 2013 09:50:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Some while ago, whatever that adds up to in real time ...AND before matters were as clear as they are today, I mentioned that Alex Jones was a Disinfo Agent and in the employ of The Rothschilds, who have their taloned fingers in every shit pie being baked, or sun dried, on the planet. When I mentioned that Jones was a completely sold out, hysterical toilet paper roll; horny for the nasty and redolent asses of his employers, I was informed by some number of people that, “Oh come on, he wakes up some amount of the general population that the rest of us don't have the reach to accomplish. Various defenders, often unnamed, came out of the woodwork, the same way cockroaches used to come out of the bamboo wallpaper in my apartment in Philadelphia. I've never seen a cockroach in Europe and I've never seen a rat; a few mice here and there but... no rats. That's probably a hangover from the days of The Pied Piper of Hamlin. Did he take all the cockroaches too? It's to be presumed that cockroaches simply like the political climate in North America better than here. There does seem to be a lot more cockroaches and rats in that location than this one.

There's quite a few Disinfo Agents scampering about the stys and wallows of Hog Lagoon Heaven, also known as The Late Great American States. I am glad to see that I am not on that list but I am probably just not important enough. Gordon Duff is an interesting writer AND a Disinfo Agent, as well as a Tribe member.

Now, it is patently clear that Alex Jones is a Disinfo Agent, as well as an overblown caricature of himself, a helium headed windbag and an embarrassment to the human race. In that last department he has a lot of company.; a whole lot of company and most of that is in the same demographic as the rats and cockroaches. Is there anyone out there left to argue on the behalf of Tweedledum Jones? No doubt there is. There is no vaccine for stupid.

When I mentioned that Julian Assange (who has admitted that he is a stooge for Israel) was a disinfo agent, I got more curious commentaries from unknown sectors. One lady from Australia was incensed because I was demeaning an Australian. That was her only concern and no amount of getting her verifiable intel was of any help. Well, you get those Justin Bieber moments now and again; “But I like his hair! Look at his hair! What difference could anything else possibly make next to that hair”? Here is something, now lost in space, that this low-cal Andy Warhol had to say more than six months ago “There are 3,700 files related to Israel and the source of 2,700 files is Israel. In the next six months we intend to publish more files depending on our sources.” Uh huh.

Because the mass of the American public is so fantastically and immeasurably stupid, there is no telling, there is no telling how deep down below the oxygen line of the outhouse portal they might be. It is a safe bet that the outhouse is enormous, or possibly some ancient wormhole that runs all the way to the shit-hole center of the universe. There are a few reasons for this level of moronic parity. One is the incremental, near freefall dumbing down (interesting phrase) of the populace. Another is the pervasive and suffocating, near planetary wide blanketing of materialism and ubiquitous, anal suppository cellphones. Want to guess how many are set to 'vibrate' as opposed to a ringtone? Strangely, or not so strangely, some number of them are set to 'stun'. The most impressive and densely populated area of enforced stupid, is the Zionist created and maintained Christian, 'fundie' ...Zionist maggot farm that is feeding on the corpse of a totally bent republic. There are tens of millions of these sightless larvae, with swivel necks that turn at the sound of the voices of command. “Remain clam”. “Move along, nothing to see here”. “Bend over and Wait”.

There's a lot that people don't know because they mostly only know what they have been told and do not know what they have not been told. They have no burbling curiosity to look past what they are told. They just want to know the way to the 'all you can eat buffet', followed by a six pack of Bud, some internet porn and a pumping right hand that is now prone to carpal tunnel syndrome and cramping. Well, there's always a down side when you get too entranced with the old up and down.

Let us consider Hollywood. Of course, there are poisonous, human centipedes like James Wood, Joan Rivers (“bomb the shit out of Iran”) and Adam Sandler but few people know that Bruce Willis and Morgan Freeman were both big Bush supporters. Opportunism and self interest lead to all sorts of unfortunate choices. No doubt they have the usual disingenuous excuses for this and quite possibly they have moved away from their former views by now but... once upon a time. There is no higher concentration of atheists than in the Zio-Ogre Cotillion. I call it a cotillion because it is a measured dance around kiddie eating monsters like Baal ...and sundry; atavistic creatures from the regions of nightmare. Blood and Fear are the main lubricants for the appearance of these fiends. In the temporal realm, such calculated sacrifices lead to material results in abundance. One might say that those who worship Baal, Asmodeus, Abbadon, Lucifer and Satan are not strictly atheists. I'll concede that, just as I will concede that dialectical materialism is a Jewish creation and tens of millions were sacrificed on the altar thereof.

The control of the media, music, publishing and entertainment industries has given fecally obsessed, reversed Kundalini sex addicts and kiddie blood junkies, control over what we take for reality, what we dance to and what we escape into. That they nearly totally control The Empire of Pornography is a toxic, salmonella laced gravy, upon the rotting, cannibal meats arrayed on their feasting tables. One will note that all of their holidays are celebrations of massacres and murder and they routinely engage in new versions of the same. Could it be any more fucking clear? In tandem with all of these consistent and continuing outrages, THEY DID 9/11 and most of the rest of the terror attacks. (I haven't seen this video but some of you might now see it. Does it clear anything up?). Only a craven coward, a total fool, or one who is an accessory to these things can entertain any doubt at this point. I have to beat this drum!” My life is pointless and has no meaning otherwise. That would make it very much like so many of the rest of you, with your unexamined lives. So many of you are simply tubes. You put things in one opening and then turn them into waste products that vacate the premises at a further location. This is similar to putting garbage into your minds and then transforming that into speech and conversation.

Unless some greater, massive awakening takes place in quick order, The Invisible and Lady Nature are going to unleash what is necessary to enforce awakening, while also processing a large percentage of you into another location. It's what happens when what is supposed to happen doesn't happen.

Ah well, how many times can I say the same thing in another way? Recently some former colleagues of mine have shown themselves to be something-someone I never took them for and lack even the wit to come up with a decent excuse. One of them objects to my 'world view' but... there is no clarification given. Usually that is because that is not the reason. My purview is that some great and invisible change has taken place behind the scenes (recently) and we haven't seen it yet but it has totally turned around the minds of some who had no real grasp on it to begin with. Some are affected and being put to sleep because of an inability to face dramatic change and some of us continue to move forward because change is what we are all about, save for those things that should not and need not be changed.

My longstanding relationship with my consort will end (amicably) in a few months, all because I write about and talk about the things I do and that vibrates into the fear zone of someone (like so many of you out there) who does not want to know. Should I cease to be who I am in order to preserve a semblance of domestic tranquility? Should I 'go along to get along'? These are hard choices in hard times. I'll now have to relocate to a more primitive zone. New companions will come. Some think they know where this location is. They don't. I'm not making it public information.

I expect, one day, that all mysteries will be cleared up; maybe not all (grin) but most of them. I suspect that until that appointed time, I should just concentrate on what it is that I do and not concern myself with strange behavior on the parts of those who have become a mystery to me...

End Transmission.......

Visible and The Critical List: ♫ Camouflage ♫
'Camouflage' is track no. 8 of 8 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'La Vierge Sperme Danceur'
About this song (pops up)

Back to my book.

The Janus Anus, Self Sodomizing Hiatus

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Sat, 13 Apr 2013 22:36:00 +0000

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May your noses always vibrate to Ganesha's trunk.

(Since it appears I will be incommunicado, (which is a small tourist town at the south end of Cozumel) for at least another week, though it may be only ten days, if I really get into gear, I'm tossing in a mid-term Smoking Mirrors, for my latest hiatus ...as a kind of an extended Post-it (don't get me started on the Janus Anus side of the equation), just to let you know I'm still around. This will no doubt please some and dismay others but... that's how it is for the moment. The book gets done before I come back. That should light a fire under me (grin).)

Well, there he sits beneath a Muslim cap, speaking in that 'let's all go back to sleep' voice; without a single piece of evidence. He's kind of a cross between Eckhart Tolle and Noam Chomsky. I'm sorry if I disappointed any fans of this kind of thing. I am not a fan of this kind of thing. It's the curse of my existence to see through this kind of thing and be unable to go back to sleep. I've got this thing about evidence. If you are going to claim something, back it up; even if it is only your own experience. I add this in as a bit of a disclaimer, given that I am absolutely certain of the existence of the ineffable but I will support my claim with the testimony of great men and women across the span of millennium, some of whom outdistance me, certainly by this time, by a considerable distance.

I expect corroboration and verifiable detail when claims are made. Telling me that nothing gets into the media unless they let it through and using that as some kind of proof that Anonymous is completely bogus does not impress me. I am more than prepared to accept that this is the case ...when I am given convincing proof.

I'm getting pretty tired of this defeatist bullshit that wants to make us believe that we're all fucked. You may be. I am not. I'm getting tired of being hammered by double agents, witting or unwitting, who want me to believe that every organization, every fellowship, every secret society, are corrupt from top to bottom.. When the 'occupy' movement came around, all kinds of people were hot to trot about how it was all yet one more setup ...but I know there are legitimate people in that mix and I know there are legitimate people in the Anonymous movement. I know this, so attempting to convince me otherwise is a waste of time.

I am NOT going to operate under the premise that we are doomed backwards and sideways, top to bottom and facing a raging river of boiling, roiling shit in front. I don't buy it and I'm not going to buy it, you can take that defeatist attitude and stick it where the sun don't shine, which in your case, pretty much covers every area of your being; your world in darkness.

If you are looking for the real Cointel Pro and Disinfo, look no further than those who try to sell you on the invincible power of The Scumbag brigade. No one in touch with the real, refers to the generative power of the universe as scum? Why do they control the world of pornography in order to debase a sacred process and identify it as so in your mind in order to pervert your perception of yourself? I guess I answered my own question. Why do they seek to diminish your perspective of humanity with the intent of setting you at odds with one another? I guess I answered my own question. Why did they steal your money in order to buy up the media, so as to make make you into a debt slave, through controlling the medium of their hideous massage? I guess I answered my own question. Have I answered any of yours?

You see, when you are not inclined to seek after the truth, you hide it from yourself, in order to collaborate with those who oppress you. How did you become so invested in your own destruction? Was it the fear of the terrible shame and embarrassment you would experience once The Truth revealed itself to you? You see, some part of you does know and that is why you are so angry. That is why the focus of your hatred is turned upon those who work on your behalf ...because you are too committed to assisting the soulless monsters who have enslaved you. ♫Darkness, Darkness be your pillow♫ ...with apologies to Jesse Colin Young for the paraphrase. I can't sing that song to myself. It doesn't apply.

You know who the enemies of humanity are; those with no semblance of humanity. It is those who have practiced their dark arts upon the rest of us. Their greatest victory was to make you fear and admire them... to want to be like them, to be incrementally corrupted by them because, since they appear to be successful at what they do, it must be okay somehow. It is not any kind of okay. It is despicable. They grafted their lack of values upon your lack of comprehension, of what real values are. They made you want worthless shit and then they manufactured it to sell to you.

They made you hate yourself for engaging in what, to them, was business as usual. They are not affected by the effects of conscience. They have no conscience. They have no souls. They traded it for the temporary gains of this sphere. It's the price of doing business here and many people pay that price. This is why the majority of them believe in nothing and the rest figure they'll be protected by the one they made the arrangement with.

I realize it is easy to get deceived down here and it's a short skip and a jump from that into fatalism and despair. They count on that. They work it. The general impression making the rounds is that the captive minds are locked down tight, because they control the public’s perception of itself. This is why Mr. Apocalypse has shown up. Nobody messes with Mr. Apocalypse. You might call him 'a force of Nature', His impact increases by the hour. As for the tools of the adversary, let's look at what's right in front of us. They have exposed themselves, They are acting out in a very public way. They have made themselves vulnerable in the court of world opinion and there is a long record historically that will begin to emerge as Mr. Apocalypse goes tap... tap... tap...upping the volume, increasing their insanity and driving them to ever greater excesses. Even now, the power that has held them up, is lowering them down and they can't see it. A transfer of power is taking place. They are not allowed to see it. They are as blind as the dupes they manipulate. It is amazing to watch it, from an 'objective' standpoint. This means, to me, that the observer has no investment in the outcome, except for the truth. Such a person knows that such a perspective can only benefit them. Many people see the truth as a liability because they are, themselves, false. Of course, the moment you cease to be false, you become real and the truth will protect you instead of hounding you and putting you in ever more difficult circumstances, or even worse, putting you in favorable circumstances, so that you can be made an object lesson; for the purpose of demonstration.

It is the vanity of the species, ♫I am so beautiful to me. Why can't they see? I'm everything I ever hoped for. I'm everything I need, cause I am so beeeyoutiful to meeeeeee♫...with apologies to Dennis Wilson and Billy Preston for the paraphrasing. Of course, I'm not saying anything new. These things have been said by any number of people ...over the course of time. The opposite has been said by everyone who needs to justify what they say and do, to the degree of the severity of the offense, against the good of humanity and the laws of Nature. There is a timeless system in place. It follows cycles. It repeats. What goes around comes around and ...just because you can't see it in operation, over the long stretch, doesn't mean it isn't in place and going about its timeless business and why it isn't seen by the majority of the public, is because that is concealed 'for the purpose of demonstration (heh heh).

You can only see the truth if you are truthful. Given that this is Kali Yuga, most are false- for the purpose of demonstration but... the alarm is ringing and the opportunity to awaken is there and one can be certain that the point will be made. Then it is simply a matter of what you value that puts a value upon you. You become emblematic of that. Simple logic will prove the truth of this to any and all who have the truth as a factor of value in their existence. No one is making the choices for us. We make the choices ourselves. We might say that various pressures are the determining factors, in what we say and do. Those pressures only exist in terms of the importance we place on things and what those things are that we place an importance on. Sure, there's more to it but... that comes through in any number of ways, dependent on the objective that is being considered and one's motivation in the exercise of logic. Logic is a tool. It's up to you how you use it. We've used that example here concerning a hammer. It's meant for driving nails, that's its optimum employment. There are all sorts of darker uses it can be put to, depending on how one has twisted their logic, in the support of unreasonable things that go against what is true and real because they allowed themselves to be convinced that the untrue is true and the unreal is real. The truth is not your enemy. It is your best friend, unless you are an enemy to the truth.

There are those who give the orders and there are those who follow the orders and there are those who take their direction from another place. Probably the most important thing anyone can realize is what the ultimate authority is. Who's in charge? Who's really in charge?

I know, in these times, one can be easily swayed by 'appearances', or can be intimidated by fear or manipulated by appetite but... you don't have to be. You don't have to be.

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Visible sings: ♫ Vanity ♫
'Vanity' is track no. 7 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'
Lyrics (pops up)

Michael Rivero is running for President. I mentioned to him that it would be a good idea to have me as the VP. One of the most important things on a presidential ticket is balance. We have that. Michael is sane and I am insane. Michael is rational and I am intuitive. Michael doesn't believe in God, I do. Michael is handsome and engaging. I am not. I could go on and on and... Michael would probably like me to but I'm planning on seeing Croupier in a few minutes, so I must demure. I'll be back in about ten days or, if the book takes longer, for some reason, it might be as much as a week before I return.

Sunday's radio show is now available for listening or download.

Watching Sick City Disappear in my Rear View Mirror

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 10:51:00 +0000

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

(I am a little dismayed and a tad disturbed that there are some readers who actually thought I was serious about entering into a relationship with that psycho-slut, who was illustrated in the most recent Petri Dish. I now no longer find it all that hard to believe that some people accept everything they are told, especially if it reflects badly on me (grin). Ah well...)

The key feature to look for and be aware of in these hours is, 'reckless and unbridled insanity'. This can come in different forms from ridiculous and embarrassing, to malicious and threatening. Here's an example of the first kind. I'd like to add that regardless of both of these men being overblown caricatures of themselves, a bet is a bet. You don't later say you were joking. Random shootings, the murders of 'connected' employees of various agencies and the insane public theft of public monies from anyone and everyone by those who have already stolen more than they could ever spend, is an example of the other.

Here's an example of truly twisted insanity. If you click on the guy's photo, you get a nice blowup and you can look into his eyes. Remember the Nietzsche quote about looking overlong into the abyss. Then there is that enduring cesspit in America, whose members wear t-shirts that says, “8 is too late”. This kind of thing is a routine Fantasy Island for Central Bankers and their ilk, in many fields of endeavor. You see, once you get to a certain level of doing evil, you start to do it for the sheer joy of it. You seek out ways in order to vilify your soul and destroy any remaining personal qualities that might have some taint of goodness upon them; Kissinger, Rockefeller, the Rothschilds, the Koch Brothers, Sheldon Adelson and sundry, are all examples of this, along with their tools like David Cameron, false front Hollande, Madame LeGarde, which almost rhymes with Dufarge, Lindsey Graham, John McCain, Bwak! Obama, the Clintons and many others. They're all residents of Sick City.

Then there are the ironically insane, like these characters, who go under the title of ethicists. In these times people, conditions and events are all identified and labeled as their opposites, just like in the novel 1984; 'war is peace', 'freedom is slavery'. You get the idea.

There's also the sad and pathetic form of insanity, like that exampled by Alex Jones. Anyone who was still on the fence about him shouldn't be anymore after this*:

*Related: The Man with the Bullhorn is a Lying Sack of Shit

Some upcoming declarations by Alex might be that the Native Americans control the music business and the publishing market is in the hands of some mean assed Maldivians. It's not going to be too long before Alex's head explodes, or simply unscrews itself and floats away like a Mylar balloon. Let's not overlook a few of the other vultures in the Gatekeeper camp, like Chomsky and Greg Palast, both of them are 9/11 truth deniers who want to stay on the right side of their Israeli paymasters. Chomsky even goes so far as to say that it doesn't matter who did 9/11. There needs to be a highly trafficked blog called “The Wall of Shame”, where a bio and litany of the crimes of such men and women are listed, next to a picture of them.

It's rare when you see the other side of the equation such as in the case of Philip Giraldi, who by some strange twist of fate, managed to hold on to his integrity and honor. The names of these exceptions are all too few. For some reason, the possession of real courage, conviction, honor and integrity, are considered to be liabilities for the upwardly mobile, who are actually on an Escher like conveyance where, though they appear to be going up, are actually going down. It's some kind of weird trick of vision. First the perceptions are compromised and then the senses fall into line. When one scans the tabloids (which I seldom do) one sees a large population of pawns, cavorting in toxic pools of vanity and self adulation. They've got the sweet life on a string, ♫sitting on a rainbow, got the string around their fingers♫ They live their oh so public lives, from within their private shells, dancing under the influence of poisonous intoxications. They are mad. They are all mad and... because they are the norm and because the pornographic Zionist press owns the mediums of information, the general public accepts it all as being reality.

The Zionists also own the pornography empire, juxtaposed with their control of all alternative sexual organizations, control of the largest and most powerful atheist society and the art world where they own over 90% of the galleries, so they can determine what sort of offensive and puerile efforts constitute art in this age of depravity; that would be the sort of age they would flourish in. They control all kinds of things. Now all of this is provably true and one doesn't have to go to any great lengths to prove it. Of course, there needs to be a motivation to know the truth; few want that heavy liability.

Remember how it works, first you lie to yourself in order to pursue the path of self-interest and then you lie to others in order to facilitate it. This puts you at the mercy of those who feed off of the industry of self interest. The money changers rule most everyone's access to the fulfillment of the dreams of self-interest, so both your ambitions and your moral compass, are hijacked somewhere along the way. For most this is perfectly acceptable. As long as you have a place at the trough and can stand behind the velvet ropes, with the rest of the privileged and doomed, it's all good. Later will take care of later; you bet it will. You bet it will.

Things are turning about in various circles because the runaway freaks can't seem to stop themselves. For the moment, the boys in the back are simply throwing the little fish under the bus. The thing is, that's not going to satisfy the cosmic imperative. What the long entrenched vampires and parasites don't get is that eventually there comes a time when they get dealt with and that time is here. In the past, all they had to do was mess up the economic system, such as happened in the 30's in the US. They could also cause a major war and feed on the chaos, while the populations died in them.

I have certainly given you much to study and ponder over. You can argue over the details presented here but it won't do you any good. These things are all true, just as some of the biggest and universally accepted lies in the world are not true. People come to an impasse in their minds, trying to comprehend how there could be such monsters in our midst. They can't get their heads around how anyone could come to be like these fiends and casually slaughter millions, without a flicker of conscience anywhere along the way. You're not dealing with human beings here. You are dealing with demons from the pit, who have taken over these human forms, often at the invitation of the original owner, in exchange for a share in the dark delights of such accomplishments.

You don't get to the place where you can countenance such considerations in one lifetime. You have to be determined and persistent, just as are those headed in the opposite direction. They have their guides, just as do the others. It comes down to what you value and what you are willing to give up in order to achieve it; whatever it may be. Sometimes you come into a life with such a drive to a particular end that you are incapable of taking any alternative route. Every event in your life is turned toward the object of this drive. No other options succeed to any degree. One is always forced back on to the original path. Such is the case with myself and, no doubt, with some of the readers as well. For a time we look at the inconsistencies of our existence and our failure to accomplish very much in terms of distinguishing ourselves one way or another. This can depress and confuse us but... sooner or later, we realize, due to the descent of a greater awareness, that real success was something entirely different from what we might have imagined it to be at another time.

This is why I hammer on 'for the purpose of demonstration' and 'everything is under control'. These are the real bookends of existence. Acknowledging the reality of these statements, composing the parameters of our state, leads us much more quickly to our ultimate goal. There is a great deal more to realize and achieve than the tawdry trinkets and tin-horn titles of plastic Ken and Barbie World. For some reason, massive crowds flock to the entryways of treacle land. They all want to be dipped in caramel and displayed in some toney shop window. Unfortunately, that's not caramel but there's no accounting for taste or the degree of deception that operates down here.

The possession of tranquility and serenity, so far outclass the possession of most everything else, that you can't even see everything else from there. That might well be one of the things that tranquility and serenity rely on for residence within you. We live and move in a perfect orchestration. If we can’t see that then there is something we are not amenable to and we had better acquire amendable before something else acquires us. These are very, very important times. A certain gravitas in our awareness would not be unwelcome.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Iridescent Dreams ♫
'Iridescent Dreams' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

There will be a radio broadcast Sunday night.

I'd like to introduce you to a colorful character, a gifted artist named Vladimir Kato. If you go into his photos and click on 'albums' you will see some of his work. I dined with him in Romania when I was there and he was most hospitable, engaging and entertaining in a really old school way.

Step on the Gas and Save your Ass!

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Tue, 02 Apr 2013 12:16:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always smell the Plumeria, even if you are in Norway.

I know a place (it is the highest note above the keening of the wind-grin). I wonder if there's a rule against quoting yourself? Or if, technically, it's okay for a question mark to go after that last sentence (grin again)? End digression...

I know a place; several some-wheres actually, where the living is cheap and ♫the living is easy♫ I don't know about jumping fish, although I do have a passing familiarity with being high. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I haven't engaged those gears in awhile. I wonder what's going on up there at the moment? I wonder because... there's a lot going on down here at the moment. This is guaranteed to piss some people off and make everyone else very uneasy and “I'll guaran-damn-t it” (bonus points if you know the film that came from).

I know a place where you can live free and not die, not right away that is. I know a place where life is in bloom and where you are in the bud but... short of good water and benevolent sunlight and... you can take that to the bank; yes, even in times like this. I know a place where, for an investment of 100,000 dollars, in some business or what have you, or, by purchasing a house or land in excess of 200,000 dollars in value, you get automatic residency.

I understand that few of you have either amount, though I KNOW some of you do. However 20 of us can come up with that no sweat and then work out the details of how to get everyone cleared on residency; that always works out if you know the right people and- as a failsafe- you have a port for back and forth in a nearby country, until it all gets worked out; visible has done the research so...

I am writing this today as part of my six month program, “Save your Ass”. Now, of course, the reader knows that I am less concerned with that portion of myself than I am with a more rarefied portion of my being but... sometimes, saving the party of the first part, grants the time to make conversation with the party of the second part and... I assure you that is definitely on the menu in this place I know.

This place is directly aligned with the Kundalini of the planet and certain august personages have already declared it to be” The New Tibet”. Rumors and legends abound, concerning an order of beings of high consciousness to be resident in these environs. Spanish is the easiest language of all to learn. Night time ear-buds grant subliminal programming, which enhances ones daytime investments.

The reason for the “Save your Ass” program is due to an increasing sense of fatalism on the part of a growing number of readers and... skilled as I am in demographics, I know that this is just the tip of the iceberg in terms of worrying about Goldberg and his minions, along with all of his kept and neutered servants and pets. I am not in despair. I'm brimming with optimism and enthusiasm and you should be too but... what is it that those of you in despair do not possess that I do possess (along with a certain number of the rest of you)? We possess a certitude of destination, along with a security of way stations, filled with all needed transitions that insure a hearty welcome at the final port of call; not that any port of call is final because that takes away all kinds of things that make existence worthwhile and enjoyable. Since you can never plumb the depths, or scale the heights of what I like to call Love; which is the primary motive engine of existence, both its source and its goal, you are not likely to get bored or ever come to the end of it because it is infinite and limitless.

Environment has a lot to do with people's state of mind. This is one reason a large portion of those able to do so, take vacations to sunny climes in order to recharge their batteries, reflect on their lives or ♫party like it's 1999♫ That's the year I migrated and it will be right close to the time of year as that when I migrate again.

Okay, let's investigate the uncertainty principle; not you Heisenberg. What's Visible's angle on this? It's nothing more than giving your ass peace of mind. I don't need any of you to do this. It's already a fait accompli for me and less hassle overall anyway; possibly even much less hassle. Over time some number of people have lost faith in me. This is as it should be and the means used to achieve this were intentional. Some have stayed the course. This is as it should be too. Continuing...

I and others are already brainstorming forms of economic solvency and not in a small way. Am I a deranged individual? People who have spent any time around me in the long term would dispute that and I don't know how many times I have to say, “for the purpose of demonstration”. Some might think that's a convenient out for me but the lion's share of information that anyone possesses about the life and times of Visible, you got from me. My job at this juncture is not to attempt to disabuse you of anything. You will think what you like until that changes or doesn't. I rest my case with unshakeable permanence on; “We shall see” and on that account we can be certain. Okay, that's out of the way. Details will be sorted when the need appears.

Let us consider your own level of economic solvency, or lack thereof. Those in lack are not using their Creative Imagination and I suggest you see...

THE EMPRESS

...about that.

I am convinced of this power and exercise it now and again with palpable results. You can begin to make serious coin commensurate with your abilities at any time. I'll just provide one example and a small philosophical tailer. Ebay provides you a medium that many others are using, with various levels of success. In some cases this is huge. To prove this out you need only explore the site and any search engine will give you more examples than you can read. You can sell anything on Ebay just about, except for Tribe inspired memorabilia and a few other things. This is where the Creative Imagination comes into play (for some reason her dress is not green). If you're not making bucks, you're not applying yourself. You got six months on my clock. I don't know what it says on the watch of the cosmos. I can't provide anything in the way of anything for you upon arrival, so far as I know at this point, except encouragement and certain techniques. Some of you already have these.

If you want an out and a whole new situation, in which to explore what you came here for, that's feasible. I will do this and you can too. We all know that critical mass is approaching and we know that one of the most violent battlefields will be the United States. They intend this. It's a given that the dynamics can change at any time. The miraculous can occur. There could be a coup. For all I know, flying saucers will appear in the sky and dispense galactic justice on the more viral aspects of the Tribe and those who work for them. They worship a God who hungers for blood and... providing that, they gain certain occult powers. It's how it works. Those who serve and/or curry favor with the infernal regions, know what the coin of the realm is. One might profit from studying the martyring process of Avatars by contrast. All kinds of information is readily available for those with the stones and industry to look into the well and into the mirror.

Anyway, the “Save your Ass” program begins today and encompasses all sorts of choices, not necessarily my own. Encouragement is here for whatever ideal you begin to focus upon, 'with a will'. “Avast ye scum, (whack! Sounds of whips falling) put yer backs into it”! I can proffer no invite from my own source but I can definitely work on options as I go. I suggest if you want to come along that you get a TEFL certificate and probe the various universities that offer a degree for life experience. Given a passable acquaintance with Spanish (and the aforementioned) you can make upwards of 20,000 Euro a year (not paid in Euro but researched in that currency from my end). You can live very well on half that and perks are usually included.

The internet is flush with money making opportunities, not all of them are bogus and you can read impartial reviews about any of them. There are books for sale and for free, that diagram how to go about the process of making money through Ebay ...and other options exist as well. Plenty of people are doing these things and doing plenty well as a result. You can read all about it if you want to. You can do your own searches; prove it out or refute it!I suggest that each of you reading my pitch, observe and analyze their hesitation, resistance and enthusiasm for what has been said here. “The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step”. You don't have to come where I am. You can even find a place in your own country. You can find communities looking for able and willing hearts and hands. Don't be a dullard who lets their light go out. Don't buy into the atmosphere of despair that is being broadcast through the ethers and airwaves. Recognizing the existence of these is the first step toward counteracting them. You have access to a power that is far greater than that which oppresses you. Make contact. Open a channel! I am speaking from verified experience on these matters and so have many another through time.

The only difference between yourself and a truly exceptional person is their belief in their abilities and their willingness to act on and with them. They also have vision. They can see it in their minds. Anything you can clearly visualize is already a reality on the plane it precipitates down from. We're talking about cosmic law here and many have proven it. This you can research as well. I recommend the works of Ernest Holmes (don't go ordering books from this location, I think that feature of the site is down) if you are having trouble revving your engine, or can't find where you would like to think you are headed on the map, because it is blurry or lacking in detail. At this site are some number of articles from Holmes that are very useful in bringing certain practices clearly into your mind. This fellow walked the talk. I am somewhat familiar with his life. Step on the Gas and Get it in gear and get out of there to anywhere you can imagine yourself to be.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Where You Are (unplugged) ♫
A studio version of 'Where You Are' is track no. 6 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'
Lyrics (pops up)

Google and Blogger are seriously messing with me lately, just so you know. I'm going to look into transferring the blogs to a neutral location; possibly as pages added to my website.

This weekends radio show is now available for streaming.

The Awakening, Planetary Wide, Slumber Party Hoedown

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Sat, 30 Mar 2013 16:32:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet in The Season of the Witch (boo!)

Yeehah! Grab your partner!

As the awakening continues and much of the mover shaker world, goes around with tennis elbow from having their arms twisted up behind them all day long, welcome news from the resistance begins to surface and also to indicate that there is more to come from The Awakenings, Planetary Wide, Slumber Party, given the flashbang grenades that the cosmos is launching into the bedrooms of our not satisfactorily-conscious associates here on Planet Dirt.

I'm going to present a picture, an image for meditation, if you will. I would like you to consider it as an accurate portrayal of the way things really are. This kind of thing is helpful when it becomes resident in enough minds. I would like you to consider that the eroding PTW are, quite simply ♫just running scared♫, cue Roy Orbison. Don't be seduced by their power plays and bold fronts. Who, not scared out of their wits, orders billions of bullets? Of course, the prime motivator and motive for all of their twisted, fascistic carryings on, is due to their knowing, bone deep, that they are doing wrong and have been for a considerable period of time. Eventually this sort of thing gets to you, right around the time you start to notice that hot breath on the nape of your neck.

There's more than one voice that can be heard in the relative silence of the deep night. One of them, of course is the voice of comfort. The other would, logically be, 'the voice of discomfort'; a red-hued, bipedal, Hound of Heaven, tracking our several someones down “the arches of the years” and “down the labyrinthine ways”. Imagine these fiends, being tracked by larger, more powerful and more dangerous and vindictive fiends... red-eyed and frothing at the mouth, in anticipation of a tasty snack, if your tastes run in that direction, mine don't. First is coming the temporal judgment for wall to wall Tribe members, then, Pinhead is waiting for them on the other side. It will be a memorable Cenobite, cocktail party with 'eyes on toast' and no, those are not Vienna Sausages.

Imagine these two dimensional, 'all front' creatures, afraid to go out of their doors; racked by a determined, incremental ratcheting up of the terror and paranoia. Imagine that the shadows are alive in the darkness of their pending doom. To enhance the impact of your fine and detailed visualization of their 'in extremis' state, imagine yourself feeling compassion for the horrors of their fate. This may be your most difficult feat but it adds veracity to the whole pastiche; this melange of comeuppance; a righteous diversity of punishments, sequenced for the greatest effect, upon the hardest of hearts and most firmly closed minds; a huge horned hand is extended toward the handle of the heavy, heavy door. A creaking sound is heard, where none has been heard for a very long time and the door is relentlessly pulled open and sunlight floods the spider's nest of the vampire consciousness... sizzle, sizzle crackle, no, they don't like sunlight at all. But, of course, they are anti-life and life proceeds from the Sun, which is why we have all those sun gods in the first place; a big up to Lord Vivasvan! The present resident on the solar throne.

We need to see these desperate men and women as cringing wretches, startling at every sound; eyes whipping back and forth in search of whatever the hell that is that keeps disappearing the moment they turn to look at it. We need to see their knees knocking together like castanets, their palms being constantly brought to their cheeks, though they are unaware of this. We need to see them shitting themselves, every time a car backfires or a taxi cab horn sounds.

We can see the specter that walks behind them, so very, very close. It's disfigured face leans down to the backs of their necks and whispers frightening things that only they can hear. They race down to their temples of Set, Satan and Bubastis but what do they find? They find a fresh snakeskin, an angel of light and an abandoned kitty litter box. What's happening! What's happening! They are screaming inside their minds. Their faces are fixed in a rigid pose of control. They mean to telegraph to the world at large and to their intimates that everything is as it should be... but it's not, oh no, precious, it's not.

Not all the deodorants in the world can cover up that stink of raw fear. Where is it coming from? Is it coming from them? Windows have begun to open in their minds and they are being enabled to see the full measure of their crimes. Their mind scurries in all directions looking for any defense; “Who can I blame this on”? “What if I sacrifice my wife and children...? Whoops, I already did that”.

“I'm coming for you. Prepare yourself. I'm coming for you”. This is what they hear. This is what some of us hear too but in a different tone of voice.They are very tired but they do not want to go to sleep. Oh no, not after what happened the last time! Not after what they saw the last time!!! ”Tonight's dream is brought to you in luminous 3-D with 7 to 1 THX sound by H.P. Lovecraft Productions and there will be commercial interruptions”.

They're surrounded by bodyguards but they have no internal protections. Their bodyguards have seen the mean suites appointed for their lodging and have noted that there are only so many of them. They can count; no room for their families. All the money in the world won't do you much good when there is no longer a marketplace. They hear the unmistakeable bells of an arriving elevator. Baron Samedi, dressed as a doorman, or a third world general, leans out of the door and announces, “Going down”?

The awful smell of dead bodies begins to enter the noses of these black souled reprobates. They don't see any bodies. Could the smell be coming from their own body? They feel heat rippling under the surface of their skin. When they close their eyes they see a big wheel of fire, through the aperture they see a large banquet hall being set up by a group of upright lizards. Someone is already sitting at the head of the table. Oh no~ They most certainly do not want to look! ♫Do you see what I see?♫ Far off, behind whoever that is they can see shadowy gibbets and a large platform with a raised structure that looks like a pub bar. Some very unpleasant looking life forms are sitting behind that dressed up in outfits that make them look like Halloween Popes. There's something sinister about the whole thing and that rotating wheel of fire is not helping.

Meanwhile, back in our dimension, which still shuffles back and forth like a Thorazine Queen, dancing with her imaginary partner (Hey, there's a cigarette butt! Quick! Snatch.), we are all much gratified to know that Drones R R Friends and whether they are being operated by two brush cut (Semper fi fo fum!) troglodytes in blue, or a blowsy, porcine 2:00 AM blond sweat-hog, in brown khaki with a gun and a taser, we're being looked out for, if not looked for and they are working on X-ray eyes for the thing, just in case you have to cover a Victoria's Secret's Fashion Show in Vegas.

It's hard to keep a true vision of what's real, given all the morphing (and morphine), shape-shifting and prescription drugs but if you can, if you can, you know that everything is going on for the purpose of demonstration and it's going to turn out well for them as acts well and rather badly for them as don't. This is not a new presentation, coming down from Aldebaran or Betelgeuse. It's the same grand finale we run into at the end of every cycle. Sure, the boys and girls from central casting have whipped up different extras and the appropriate props for the time zone, period piece we're in and maybe the major player is fire this time and not water but that's just show business.

The good news is that you don't have to worry about whether you are in the cheap seats or the VIP section, that just sort of forms around you wherever you are standing. Wardrobe and the set designers will be moving invisibly among you and making those last minute adjustments; getting you all gaudied up or stripping you naked, as the need may be. Don't overly concern yourself, if you should happen to be standing by a mirror, at the sight of your face looking like a backdrop for a GPS highway screen, or something out of The Matrix with iridescent green numbers scrolling by. That's known as the 'miles on your face'. It helps with the identification process.

Yes, it would please me if you would see those, who have devoted their lives to doing us harm, as being frantic with panic and fear. Visualize them as making a wrong move every time they move. See them literally shooting themselves in the foot, or any part of their anatomy that matches up with your expectations. See them afflicted with a peculiar Tourette's Syndrome, which forces them to turn their head to one side or the other and spontaneously shout out their crimes to anyone who might be standing near by.

They should appear as the most pitiful and doomed souls you have ever witnessed in ineffective actions taken against their fellows as a passionate avocation. Observe them stuffing hundred dollar bills into their mouths and hooting like Chimpanzees. See them naked and walking blind in broad daylight, seeing nothing, tripping over everything. Hey look! There's George W. Bush.

You get the idea. See them for what they really are, or use satire to blow them out of proportion and make them ludicrous. Laugh at them (laugh at the devil and he will flee from you), these phony pretentious losers, who fancy themselves as powerful monsters. They haven't seen any real monsters yet but they will. They will.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Bush Family History Lesson ♫
'Bush Family History Lesson' is track no. 5 of 10 on Visible's 2002 album
'911 was an Inside Job'

Radio show tomorrow night.

Fluffer Lackeys, High Rent Boys and Dead, very Dead Children

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Wed, 27 Mar 2013 11:56:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

There are two ways to look at what's happening in the world economic theater. One perspective is that the bloated Banker Fiends are so suffused with arrogance that they are behaving like ravenous pigs, who just had a big meal tend to act, when the prospect of another big meal, looms in some distant, or nearby, trough. Or, preferably, they are running scared and hoping that snarling up everyone else's economic access, along with Homeland Security going bullet crazy, they will have the necessary time frame to escape to some rattlesnake bolthole, where they can feast on their stolen swag and possibly on each other, further down the road.

One thing is obvious, nothing we are being told is true or more than half of the story. The Crass Media says one thing, the alternative speculators say something else but... where was I? What is apparent to me intuitively is that different factions of evil swine are making war on each other. For instance, the declaration of taking a certain percentage of funds from those with over a hundred thousand in the bank is telling. There's all kinds of nasty shit going on in the background cause the vile , vile vampires of Rothschild and otherwise ilk, are being powerfully motivated and manipulated by the one meant to bring them down, who coincidentally is the one they serve. This was all choreographed some while ago but they are only getting hipped to it now...

...Just like our being hipped to dimensional shifts, since that is where our interests lie, they are being hipped to their manifest destiny, where they get to dance with Mr. Ugly at the Overlook Hotel. There are some deserving vermin about, who have been stinking up the joint for centuries. This includes the Central Bankers, the Satanists; both of these first two are mutually inclusive and the fluffer lackeys in official positions whose job is to get them hard before they do you. This latter group includes people like Bwak! Obama, Biden, gay blackmail victim, Lindsey Graham, John Kerry, the Clintons ...and across the pond, David Cameron, Gordon Brown and all the high rent boys, who like to dress up in black and crimson robes, with ceremonial daggers and cut the hearts out of prepubescent children, in the hopes that those invisible demons, who drink the atmosphere of the gushing blood, will favor them with one material tidbit or another.

There are many tales told about soldiers seeing ghouls and other half visible things, feeding upon the dead, in the aftermath of great battles. There is a great power in blood, whether it is what happens when the blood of a martyr hits the Earth, or when beasts without conscience perform their evil deeds in homage to the dark side. Make no mistake, so many of the twisted things you hear about those creatures like Lord Mandelson and others being engaged in, is only a portion of the story. The kind of things going on in rural country retreats, by the dark of the moon, that involve politicians, religious figures and high ranking law enforcement are the sort of thing you might see in X-rated versions of Tales from the Crypt.

The thing that has to be understood about Kali Yuga is that it is a time when every excess is permitted for the purpose of demonstration. As Hassan I-Sabbah was wont to say, “nothing is real, everything is permitted”. We don't have to so engage, nor do we have to close our eyes and shuffle by in fear and cowardice, concerning what manner of harm these twisted freaks can visit upon us. I'm going to insert two quotes from 'the good book' here, “Greater is that which is in you than that which is in the world” and also, to paraphrase, “If the divine is for me, who can be against me”? What makes us vulnerable; forget the concept of an overseeing grand authority for the moment, is when we become divided from ourselves. This puts you at cross purposes with your best interest and causes you to be easily manipulated by those who mean you harm. They either carrot and stick you, or they toss a cover-slip of fear over your shoulders. You are supposed to be in the driver's seat, not being dragged behind the car. You are supposed to be sitting on the throne of your own being, not cast out of the castle and wandering like an itinerant amnesiac in search of an answer and an explanation. We are high born beings with limitless potential, not drudges in a chain gang, sharing in the collective delusion that evil psychopaths have some kind of license to rule and abuse us.

Generally, except in extraordinary times, the general population cannot be brought to a state of awareness, concerning what is under discussion here. Ergo, those blessed, as the result of good karma, with some degree of awakened awareness, must seek each other out and find collective shelter, at some remove, from the radical transformations that are fast approaching in the death of the age. The writing on the wall is enhanced by events, occurring 'off the wall'. The force of exposure is sweeping across the landscape.

There are disturbing trends on the horizon that will shortly become epidemic. Food and fuel are two levers that are to be employed by the fading powers. They well know that their biggest threat comes from an aroused and angry populace. They've got two courses under consideration; eliminate a good part of the population or so effectively confuse and distract them that they run around in circles and go after each other. That's always worked in the past. Too bad this isn't the past as it was but the present as it is. I'm suffused with an unflagging optimism. I can't state in bold, bullet points why that is. It's operative but not visible, much like a watch face that conceals the gears that keeps the time. Of course they do make watches that don't have a face, just the hands moving over the gears turning. I don't have that kind of watch but, 'I'm not into time' anyway. Being into time means doing time, with or without bars on the window.

The information war is heating up. Exposes are winging their way across the screen. Exhortations are on the move. Permanent residents in the Kingdom of Dumbass, with plastic Jesus welded into their foreheads, as if they were some kind of contemporary unicorn from a fractured fairytale, are not likely to get much clarity at this point but... you never know. However, their waking up to their state would almost certainly ignite a chain letter of spontaneous heart attacks. Seeing things as they are can often prove fatal to those so heavily invested in seeing things as they are not. What do I know? Could well be it all turns out entirely different. You got financial and political tsunamis and you got real tsunamis. You got financial and political earthquakes and you got real earthquakes. You got economic and political flaming comets and you got real flaming comets. Maybe we get one or the other or maybe we get both.

The consideration is not what's coming, or what may be coming but, more so, where you are standing when it arrives. That is predicated on what is resident in your heart and mind because those are the attractors that are responsible for environment. We've all heard the sayings that everything is inside you. What doesn't get said often enough is; if everything is inside you then you can control everything outside you from within. The world outside is an expression of the world inside. Like the premise behind, 'as a man thinketh'. The sands of time are resonant with quotes that continue to ring across the span of history and they continue to ring because they are true ...but they mean no more to most of us than do the words etched into the arches of our hallowed institutions. We see the words but they are just words. Occasionally they flare up in the hearts of flag waving, weekend patriots, who distort their meaning, having been spoon fed the usual lies from their Zionist masters, whom they celebrate as the chosen offspring of the divine, which all results in a comic, ironic mockery of the truth because those they celebrate are the offspring of Satan and what this implies is that that is who they worship too. This accounts for all the prosperity evangelists and the enormous amount of money bilked out of those too stupid to see through the charade. Welcome to Scamalot.

You can't get sucked into anything unless you want some part of what is sucking you in. That's why they say, “You can't cheat an honest man”. Everything that happens to us has something to do with the way we see things and the value we put on them. Everything that populates our world has the identity we conferred upon it. We really do live in a world of our own creation. Once again the power of “I don't know” rears its useful head. The process of unknowing things that you formerly knew, sets you free of the mislabeling confinements you locked yourself up in. We are all prisoners of what we think we know. The fact is that we don't know anything and if we can get ourselves to the point where understanding that makes sense to us, we can be put into the position where what things actually are reveal themselves to us through a simple act of focused concentration. We let things speak to us rather than talking at them. Ancient and indigenous cultures understood and understand this and it accounts for the way they go about things. That way of doing things is distinctly different from the usual windshield awareness experienced at Metrosexual Central.

The key to grasping the composition of illusion, lies in understanding the sex force and the way our perceptions of it are managed by those who seek to control us. It's an interesting exercise to take some time and look at everything that happens and exists as some permutation of the sex force and that the majority of these are aberrations and perversions of it, given the time frame we occupy. People tell me Kali Yuga is over. I have only to walk down the street to confirm to myself that it is not over. It might be ending and we may only be in the thundering echo of its passage but it's still here and you've got your head buried in a sand-hill of wishful thinking, if you imagine otherwise. It will end though and nothing says some of us can't start living in the coming age right now, if our heads and hearts are in the right place.

End Transmission........

Visible and The Critical List: ♫ Shallow Graves ♫
'Shallow Graves' is track no. 3 of 7 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'The Pope of Rock and Roll'
About this song (pops up)

The Cowardice Implicit in our Denial of the Truth

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Sun, 24 Mar 2013 13:11:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(A gitgo digression; is there such a thing? Of course there is. The act of naming and creating it makes it real and that digressed from will simply be the text of the posting to follow. Get it? Good. Given the engineered nature of what is claimed to have happened at some point in the last several months, followed by an organized effort to misrepresent me and bring me down- wherever that is- there has followed certain, bumbling efforts by a couple/few anonymous trolls, pretending to be more than they are but lacking the creativity to demonstrate any difference between their various postings and thereby exposing themselves as the same person.. Out of compassion for your untutored efforts, let me give you some tips that will help to make you more effective.

Here we go, don't say, “I know you won't post this but it's for you anyway”. That guarantees I won't read the comment, other than the first line and the closing, just in case you actually did put a name to it. Then, do not compound your problems by signing off, “Give it up Matey”. We're pretty perspicacious around here. We might even be pretty, depending on the eyes engaged in the observation (grin). Our trained staff can track IP's AND more, quite often establishing who the anonymous contributor is. In this case it appears- play on words- to be Nobody. Don't say things like, “May your noses be cold and wet. This is why I dislike you and can't stand what you do. That's an ugly thing to say. Did you used to be a witch”? This, especially given your poor sentence structure which I cleaned up for you, makes you look like someone with a low IQ. This is further confirmed by your not getting the meaning of 'noses cold and wet'. It is a greeting between dogs, coming and going and wishing each other well. A cold and wet nose on a dog is a sign of health. You might argue that dogs don't talk to each other. I know better. Do you see how this makes you look like a moron? I'm only trying to help.

You can spare yourself a lot of time and effort if you consider how little effect this has on me. I get a certain thrill from these sophomoric fumblings because, not only do they display the quality of my opposition but also the intense insecurity that their consistent anonymity declares. This, juxtaposed by the much larger numbers of support gratifies my heart.

The idea that you will affect my view of myself, or hinder what I do here is ludicrous. Even now, I am in the longest running string of daily postings that has ever happened here and the real result of having gone to India, is a grab bag of new potentials and abilities, courtesy of a fortuitous meeting or two. What may seem to be one thing, in consideration of me, is in reality, a very fortunate passage into a new world of fresh opportunities and personal transformations. You can no more bring me down than you can influence the one I am employed by.

The real reason I don't print the uneducated swill you send me is twofold. Too many people come here to interact in an intelligent manner. Those of you lacking this facility are in the wrong place to begin with. Eventually your ineffectiveness will dawn on you and all will be well, more or less. The other reason is that the need to be anonymous, advertises a cowardice that I find reprehensible and I've little inclination to assist you in your craven and cringing camouflage. We are ingenious here and it may be that if it's public exposure you want then, perhaps we will remove your anonymous wrapper, providing you the courage you lack by exercising it ourselves.

The world is going through major changes right this moment and that means that what is really inside each of us, is being forced to the surface for the purpose of demonstration. Now, if all you want to be (and perhaps are to begin with) is what you keep trying to demonstrate here, then, so be it. In the long course of any personal history, it is the consistency of effort and the body of one's contributions that count toward an enduring judgment on their life and works; not the natural and expected errors and mistakes that we all experience on our way to a final corrected state. We are as we express ourselves and the invisible is the ultimate determinant of whether we hit the mark or not. Everything else is just chipmunks chattering on a fallen log. Thank you! Now on to the post.)

Lasha Darkmoon is one of the finest correspondents of a type operating on the planet today. She is unrivaled in the diligence of research and accuracy of presentation. She's fearless and relentless and puts many a man to shame for their unwillingness to tell it like it is. I reference her today because of her brilliant two part article on the art world and who controls it. Her incisive commentary on the fecal obsessed, Talmudic monsters dovetails right in with things like this; this is what the effete, white wine and cheese crowd gets themselves up to in these days of 'out of their mind and flying blind'. It's not just a mockery of all that has previously appeared through inspiration from the hearts and hands of those touched by the muse. It is also one more segment in a concerted pincher attack upon the world as we no longer know it. Though there is no evidence of shit in this particular bit of insipid pretentiousness, we can see it metaphorically present in both the participant and the entire tableau.

That this is a flashback ripoff from a presently dead poseur, whose fame was manufactured by the same shit golems under discussion, should not be lost on the reader. Andy Warhol spent his life distinguishing himself as a talentless hack and a vicious gossip. My favorite story about him was told to me by a friend of mine who was and may still be a recording artist, named Gary Kupper. I think this might be him. The age is right and the resemblance is there. I can't speak to the direction his footsteps have taken him in. We all find our way as best we can. He used to drive a limousine in New York City and as it so happened, he picked up Andy Warhol one evening with a young companion. Andy proceeded to blow the fellow in the back of the limousine and then spit the young hopeful's cum into the limousine's ashtray. Of course, Gary had to clean that up. He was not amused.

One feature that attends those periods where materialism has overtaken the reason of the general public is 'insanity'. By focusing on the inane and trivial, the general population has been led into a cartoon world where nothing is real and everything is lacking in genuine substance. This progressive march into madness has come by calculated steps. The intent is to strip away all human qualities and reduce us to the level of beasts.

Anyone who has studied the Zionist, Talmudic dynamic is aware of their near religious fascination with human waste products. Their scatological obsessions, hooked into their libido is a sick, sick thing indeed, an entire cultural demographic of psychopathic Chuck Berrys. Mr. Visible, in his persona as a forensic, cultural voyeur has come across many a strange item that seldom surfaces into the public view.

Members of The Tribe get up to all kinds of twisted shit and they are accompanied by heavy protections because, as a collective of practicing Satanists, they have a strong hold on law enforcement due to political connections, control of the money supply and black magic rituals of great power, given that in this age such things are carried out without much protest, because it would be politically incorrect to object. There are classic psychopathic types and all of them are resident in the recreational expressions of various members of The Tribe. One can easily see the degree to which our public leaders are compromised and controlled by the Satanic Collective. One can see the litany of quotes across the span of history by the Spawn of Satan.

The vast majority of us lack the courage to speak out and tell the tale. You are and have been slaves to Jewish bankers. You''ve convinced yourself that you can live with this and maybe they won't take too much. Stupidity is a growth industry and if it were listed on the stock exchange, it would be a really solid investment, just like the euphemistically named, 'Private' Prison Industry. That's where most of you are, right? You're in a private prison.

The Talmudic monsters who have made ordinary life desperate and unlivable, are vampires in every sense of the word. It's why they've been thrown out of just about every country in the world at least once. This is not some mysterious accident of coincidence. Wiser minds in all of these countries were able to see what was happening to their country and their economy. They do the same thing everywhere they go. They are an alien, parasite life form. They are not human. They are feeding on you, literally.

Only a few people have the stones to stand up and tell it like it is. Your American president went off to the center of world crime to fellate the monster; a blow-job of epic proportions. I'm pretty sure the same can't be said about that portion of the anatomy ingested. Uncle Tom Obama, who is so fraudulent that the other people at the Harvard Review have no memory of him, went on his steppen fetchit voyage to 'de massa's house' where no doubt he launched in spontaneous renditions of “Old Black Joe” and “Swanee River”. Then he grinned and kowtowed, genuflecting like a plastic flamingo on a drinking glass, taking time off from his busy days of sucking up and French-kissing the Devil's anus to insult one brave soul who had the courage to tell the truth.

The Bankers are stealing everything that is not nailed down and they'll get to that in due time too. You could do something about it. Every country could go the way of Iceland. Every citizen could step away from the mind control, wage slave machinery, of their fabricated indebtedness. They are sucking you dry while you scorn and ridicule those who risk it all to liberate you. No one can be so stupid as to not see what is going on. The real truth is that they are frightened of and obedient to their overlords. Many of them aspire to be just like them. Everyone is playing a role here and that role is an amalgam of defense strategies that protect them from nothing.

This is what's going on with your finances. Here is a litany of what they are up to. They kill without conscience. Their crimes are legion. They are demons in the flesh. Deal's are made for profit and survival every day, by those who forfeit their souls for temporary gain and position. No writer or composer who criticizes them has any chance of reaching a wider audience. They've got a list and... if you're on it, you are marooned on the island of the marginalized and forgotten. You are banished from the marketplace. You are exiled into the wilderness but... you are not alone. Both justice and judgment will come when the time is right and everything will change by some marvelous and unseen power.

A Russian oligarch killed himself yesterday. Let's hope it is contagious. I expect the unexpected. I expect things undreamed of. I expect a sudden and certain transformation to sweep this planet like a wave in a sports stadium.

I am not afraid of these blood stained clowns. I can't afford to be. Fear is the one commodity that I cannot afford. Once you allow fear to reside in your heart, you are admitting that their power is greater than whatever else you might believe in. This not only compromises your connection to your source but it hands you over to those who are your enemies. Previously, they did not have the power to oppress you. You gave it voluntarily. You believed a lie. This led to other lies, until you were lost in a forest where all of the trees and foliage were lies and where no light can enter in.

You will live with these things and conditions until you can bear it no longer but... as long as you can bear it you will live with it. That is your fate until you change it. It's a leap and a reach to be sure and it requires things you may feel you have lost or forgotten the location of. However, once you acknowledge what you are dealing with, you will be able to see it for what it is and it will not be nearly so threatening or powerful as you imagined it to be. Reclaim those virtues that made you human and you may well become more than human. Take a cue from those fighting the good fight who are still fighting. If the enemy is so powerful then why are they still here and so employed. Think about it.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Peace ♫
'Peace' is track no. 4 of 10 on Visible's eponymous 'Les Visible' Music Album
Lyrics (pops up)

This evening's Radio show is now up.

Deaf Beethoven, Listening to Timeless Music

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Fri, 22 Mar 2013 11:33:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Foreign lands can be fun to visit, or they can be fraught with difficulties, borne of the unexpected and simple things lost in translation that can become complex difficulties. Brief excursions grant colorful insights into dreamscapes, like something from Manet or Renoir, especially if you happen to be in France (grin). They can also be reminiscent of Bosch, if things don't go well and you can't leave.

Yesterday I had so many things to do. These days are filled with industry and less time than needed to meet the requirements of the hours that press like mindless, mesmerized shoppers, grasping for new items to be stored, with the older objects already stored and waiting for the day that the collector gets collected. So... yesterday I paused a dozen times, here and there and thought about my life; all the turns and twists that led me finally to be sitting there and thinking about what had gone before. I thought about the decisions that it appeared I had made and the unforeseen events that made my decisions for me. How did I get here? Was it under my own power, or is that just a fantasy, constructed out of some idea of a personal will?

I thought about the undelivered promises and the otherwise occupied states of being. The rare moments in rare lives, like deaf Beethoven still hearing music. Is it the same music heard by those who can still hear? Must the sounds around us always overwhelm the sounds within? I thought of all the things I did not have and the uncertainty that attends my next leap into unformed space which, will all too quickly take those shapes and identities based upon the way I see and name them. Will it be easy and fluid, or will it be fraught with an entirely new series of tests and challenges?

Somewhere along the moments of this recurrent period of reflection, another presence entered into my mind and said, “Come with me”. I followed the voice through a series of images that continued for some period of time. I don't know how long. I was immersed in them.

I saw people suffering from terrible diseases and people in whom similar diseases were growing and emerging but they had no idea of what was coming and were still going about their lives, sometimes thoughtful, sometimes playful, loving their families or bemoaning the lack of one. I saw old people sitting in chairs in state homes and private facilities, waiting for death. Some of those places are dreadful. I visited prisons, where men and women lived out the heavy, heavy hours, like the monotonous drip from an ancient faucet. Fear, malice and anger fill the air like some separate weather system. They die and worse, in places like that. I saw mental institutions, where the tormented howled in their private hells. They screamed and waved their arms at things that no one else could see. I saw men and women reaching for bottles and canisters of pills and substances, trying to momentarily change, hide or transform their world but serving only to make it unmanageable.

I saw people losing their jobs, being forced from their homes and screaming in silent and not so silent anguish about their losses; finally sleeping in tents, campers and cars; by the sides of the road, alone or with their families. There were broken veterans from the Banker Wars and millions of Banker victims in various states of distress. I saw whole countries that were little more than graveyards with deformed children, horribly misshapen by Banker uranium. I saw fluid ranks of sightless souls, bound toward countless repetitions of suffering, born out of a hunger for the misunderstood.

I saw millions of animals trapped in cages, where they couldn't even move, where they pecked each other to death and were herded through chutes. They could smell the suffocating fumes of death, wafting in the air around them. Then, mercifully freed from their imprisoned consciousness, their lifeless forms were butchered and shrink-wrapped and shipped to their final port of call.

Suddenly I was once again on the road into Thiruvannamalai, where indigents and sadhus, walked and sat or slept on the sidewalk; waiting for something, in search of something. I could see my driver weeping because there would be no more jaunts to the Thangyam Hotel Bar and all the spontaneous meetings with whomever might appear; the long evenings in the apartment, hearing the stories about how any and all of us came to be in that place and moment in time. I saw people betrayed and dishonored and swallowed up in grief ...and the voice said to me, at various turns, “How bad do you have it, really”? I have always taken care of you. You have always landed on your feet and whatever temporary world I intended for you has always formed around you”.

Some days, I often feel like Lord Alfred Prufrock, though much different too. Having never grown up, I can scarcely be considered old, nor do I feel much different from when I was quite young, except for an acquired wariness; very newly acquired too.

I have dwelt in exile in foreign lands for fourteen years, never successfully integrating, I spent the years in a single room, for the most part, creating this, bypassing that and putting all the rest of it on hold. Traveling in foreign lands can be intoxicating and it can be enervating too. It can be both. One can never really be at home when they are not at home, wherever that is. For some, their major endeavor is to distract themselves from an awareness of that. I have traveled the world from this swiveling office chair; inner worlds, outer worlds, worlds of promise with solid footing and worlds like mangrove swamps, where tigers prowl.

The world is in turmoil. Like the birth of any creature into this realm, it comes with shock and pain. Make no mistake, though one world is dying, another is being born. Some have no inclination to transit into this new world. They are too enamored of the old world. Their appetites have not been satiated. How much wood can you feed a fire before it tells you it has had enough? There is no end to desire, or to the errors made in the pursuit of that which, having been miss-perceived, can never be acquired in its true form; not until it is truly seen.

You cannot clearly see yourself in a smoking mirror. You cannot truly see another when your eyes are fogged with desire. I don't think it's an accident that desire and aspire happen to rhyme, even though they are quite unlike one another, there is an association that can be seen by a penetrating mind that knows how ropes and carpets are made.

Now come the days of Banker Folly. Now comes the redlining of tension, between the predators and the prey. Now comes Push for it's engagement with Shove. The rock and the hard place are set to embrace and many shall finally get that threesome they were fantasizing about. As is generally the case, it won't be as they imagined it would be.

The possibilities are many. What is meant to happen, what might happen and what will happen; these are all in flux and they are all equally as personal as they are general. Only a fool does not see the potential for conflagration and planetary wide distress. The Bankers are like the monkeys with their hands trapped in the vase, grasping the avocado or mango that they are terminally reluctant to release. This madness will cost them their lives but it will also cost them far more than that. Oh, that is something no longer under consideration. They gave that up a long time ago.

Though we are soon to see the things we have not wanted to see, we are also going to see things that far too many of us never considered the existence of. Yes, they have their collective versions of the invisible, ineffable; an old white man with a beard, a cartoon Madonna in blue, whose dress is the water of oceans, composed of so many thousands of years of falling tears. They've dined on scriptures that tell them who their friends and enemies are. They've learned that natural things are evil and now they are learning that the unnatural is the contemporary preference, of the silent and faceless unknown. For some reason it is not difficult at all for the blind and deluded to hold conflicting visions, side by side. One of them is the hope for some promised benevolence and the other is the usual surrenders to that which makes the first impossible, or maybe not. We'll have to see, won't we?

The dominoes are falling, along with the basketballs and bombs. The stupefied public looks directly into their doom and sees nothing. Something else has been woven there. It looks colorful and alluring, much like a jungle fresh from rain, with the sunlight reflecting off of the water on the leaves. It looks beautiful and beckoning but... like any jungle there are all kinds of life forms resident therein. Cities are also called jungles, urban jungles and they contain similar life forms, going about in camouflage. Cities are wholly dependent on objects and energies that come from somewhere else. One can easily imagine what happens when the transports stop.

A few of us destroyed the system for personal gain and the majority of the rest of us played along in the hopes of personal gain. Spend too much time thinking about consequences and personal responsibility and you'll lose your place in line, or miss that window of opportunity for smash and grab, or... “Please, yes, thank you”, I don't want to forget that some of us still have manners, even if, by this time, we're just going through the motions, just like we do in our workplaces, our churches, our bedrooms and our lives; a perfunctory purgatory. In the end it will be as real as you made it, depending on how real that was in the first place. We get a wide margin of error, up to the point where it can be assumed, we should have learned something by that point. “Step right up! Step right up”!

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Every Fairytale ♫
'Every Fairytale' is track no. 4 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

There will be a radio show Sunday night.

Concerning Ravenous, Insatiable Beasts with Human Faces.

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Tue, 19 Mar 2013 11:51:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Back around the turn of the century, before the most recent one, in the United States, there was a philosophy that got legs, similar to a mugger, hotfooting it away from the scene of a crime. The ones who came up with this sterling example of advanced and compassionate mentation, were not unlike muggers. They also mirrored the actions and mindsets of those who would follow in their footsteps a century later. Of course, there was no real break in the action but, for the purposes of illustration, I'm saying it like I'm saying it. Word.

This philosophy was called, The Gospel of Wealth. Wealth must be understood and so also, our responsibility for it. The Gospel of Wealth was coined by Andrew Carnegie, the second richest man on the planet at the time, whose commentary on it wasn't half bad. It was then later taken to mean that God made the rich rich and the poor,poor. At this point let me say, I don't want a ration of shit for tacitly implying that Carnegie wasn't cut exactly from the same stripe as so many of his peers were and are. I don't know enough about him to be any kind of expert on his life.

So, initially the Gospel of Wealth meant one thing but was then translated into something else; God loves the rich more. God favors the lifestyles and behavior of the rich more so than the poor, ad nauseum. We are presently in Robber Baron redux. Insatiable crocodile swine, are in a feeding frenzy. What needs to happen is for Iceland to become an international template, rigorously pursued, acted upon and enforced by governments worldwide, suddenly wakened from a manipulated sleep. To quote The Bard, “a consummation devoutly to be wished". One might also paraphrase The Bard and say, “first we kill all the bankers". Of course, I'm not advocating this line of action but I can definitely see it, presently and not so slowly, coming into the minds of those being economically hammered by these fiends.

The poor and oppressed and increasingly desperate, know where the rich live and they know who they are. They, not just a few of them, know that the governments are the lapdogs of the corporations and the banks. A raging tidal wave of unbridled anger is roiling and rising and coming to the shores of privileged existence. Here is what Lao Tzu said about those presently engaged in planetary wide rape and pillage;

"People starve if taxes eat their grain, and the faults of starving people are the fault of their rulers. That is why people rebel. Men who have to fight for their living and are not afraid to die for it are higher men than those who, stationed high, are too fat to dare to die".

Lao Tzu also said;

"If I had any learning of a highway wide and fit, would I lose it at each turning? Yet look at people spurning Natural use of it! See how fine the palaces and see how poor the farms, how bare the peasants' granaries, while gentry wear embroideries, hiding sharpened arms, and the more they have, the more they seize, how can there be such men as these, who never hunger, never thirst, yet eat and drink until they burst! There are other brigands, but these are the worst of all the highway's harms".

How accurately does this mirror the present state of affairs?

(I am going to pass on to you one of the greatest gifts you will ever receive, if you can intuit how to apply it and possess the determination to do so. In these 81 sutras is all the wisdom anyone could ever need. This is not to discount those other marvels of deep inspiration. Some of them too are clear and precise explications of eternal verities. As I have mentioned before, I used to take LSD and sit for hours reading this book, so as to imprint it on my consciousness. If you have not read this before, I expect you will be transfigured and enthralled by the simple elegance and truth found therein.. It literally hits the system as if it were food. It is certainly sustenance of a high order.)

There will be no links today, detailing the banker caper in Cyprus. There is enough commentary and articles around so that one could be engaged in reading throughout the day. Lao Tzu said:

"Those who would take over the earth and shape it to their will never, I notice, succeed. The earth is like a vessel so sacred that at the mere approach of the profane it is marred and when they reach out their fingers, it is gone. For a time in the world, some force themselves ahead and some are left behind. For a time in the world, some make a great noise and some are held silent. For a time in the world, some are puffed fat and some are kept hungry. For a time in the world, some push aboard and some are tipped out: at no time in the world will a man who is sane over-reach himself, over-spend himself, over-rate himself".

Herein you can visualize the destiny of the monsters by reflection upon the last portion of the quote.

Mobsters are often referred to as connected guys. We have a surfeit of connected men and women. Some are in the government, some in the corporate world, some in organized religions. You find them all over the place these days, resonating with that mantra, 'it's not what you know, it's who you know'. We see the three piece suits, the insincere smiles and fake bonhomie of the corporate reavers. We do not see the assassination teams that are employed by the corporations but they are an integral part of some number of international firms. United Fruit was a classic example. Coca Cola employs mercenary killers to implement and insure desirable policies. These things are business as usual for the big guys. Banks do the same. The Vatican is complicit in such activities and one might easily presume that among The Jesuits and Opus Dei there are assassination teams. Given the churches horrific history from The Crusades, The Inquisition, burnings at the stake ...and it's long history of black clad priests employed in the buggery of the innocent, this seems to be obvious on the face of it. Here is a classic example of the reversed Kundalini brought about when a powerful force demands a particular expression, due to the constraints of forced celibacy and the inevitable result, when this tremendous power breaks through the weakest link in the chain. It's inevitable and why it was happening in so many places at a far remove from one another.

The most important point to take away from all of this is the condition of overreaching on the part of the power and greed maddened, crocodile swine, who slither through the world seeking whom they may devour. Our minds have to be rooted in the certitude that all of this is meant to be for the purpose of demonstration. It can be very hard to get your head around that. It impinges on your life and turns existence into unpleasant, mottled shades of gray. It siphons away our confidence and optimism by the sheer weight of its ponderous appearances in whatever direction you turn.

The idea that the governments, the courts, law enforcement and so many other institutions, whose original job description was anything but what we are seeing, is a bitter pill. How is it possible that all of this will right itself, when this collective of brutes and beasts has such a stranglehold on our daily existence? What can one do when they steal and oppress with impunity? What new and greater outrages await around the corner? Excesses are being piled upon excesses. The conspicuous excesses of Tribe members who looted entire countries goes on apace. The ridiculous mates with the ridiculous to produce the ridiculous and it just goes on and on into madness. I could literally do this all day. Of course I am not going to go on all day. I've just give you two more. This one and then there's this one. The insanity of materialism... oh my God, what have we come to? The callous indifference of one class of supposed human beings toward those they consider their inferiors. This pornographic, conspicuous consumption, while people are starving and in desperate straights, most of them brought to that state by the very people purchasing these things. It never crosses their mind to extend their largesse to their fellows and when they do give it is to enhance a false reputation, through giving to bogus charities, where the proceeds never come to the ones on whose behalf the charities were ostensibly created to serve.

They give everywhere but where it is needed and they only give to call attention to themselves and then write if off in any case. Heads are going to roll. It's inevitable. Whatever these execrable creatures may be thinking, they are out of the loop in terms of the degree of mayhem that is possible once you have squeezed people beyond endurance. Sooner or later the dam of stored up anger and resentment is going to break and there will be Hell to pay.

I want to point out that the coming chaos and varieties of revolution will not be taking place everywhere. In many parts of the world there will be little sign of what is taking place elsewhere. The main locales for the worst of it will be urban and suburban. There are going to be some real surprises in terms of what comes to pass on the part of the police and the military, when push comes to shove. There are other forces at work within all of us that may well have a great deal more to do with what comes to pass than will that which is outside of us.

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Visible and The Critical List: ♫ Herpes of the Mind ♫
'Herpes of the Mind' is track no. 4 of 9 on Visible and The Critical List's 1993 album
'Jews from Outer Space'

Reversing your Course on The River of no Return

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Sat, 16 Mar 2013 13:28:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

One of the most distressing and unexplainable phenomena, taking place in the world of the present, is the propensity and profane attraction of the rich and powerful, to the various expressions of pedophilia, as well as the torture and ritual murder of prepubescent children. The impulse for this particular behavior does not come from external stimulus. It comes from internal motivators of unknown origin. It is not just acting out in the lives of the rich and powerful. It is epidemic among representatives of organized religions and it proliferates in the secret lives of ordinary people from all walks of life.

There are other dark passions at work in these times, as well as the usual pedestrian handicaps, like greed and all the associated other drawbacks that the deluded consider to be assets, in the pursuit of parity, with the other obsessed wretches that make up the Schmoo infantry, who collectively make war on sanity and peace of mind.

How these things come about and how so many people wind up in these dark corners of dangerous mischief, has to do with subliminal broadcasts, telepathic invasion and transmissions from interior planes, where depraved entities have worked their spells upon the unwitting for a very long time. Our weaknesses are highways traveled on by invisible fiends. Our strengths draw other influences. Unfortunately, in times of material ascendancy, our weaknesses are greater than our strengths in the mass of the population. These weaknesses are encouraged and celebrated, as if they were virtues. They are not. What they are are magnetic lodestones for infernal influences, whose intent is to swallow us up in darkness.

The internet has spawned an army of resentful and enraged losers, whose anger at not being able to control their lives, or acquire any of the things that their presumed betters possess, has made them incandescent with petty wrath. Once again it is the impotence factor ...but the inescapable truth at the bottom of it all is... material things do not make you happy. People know they are unhappy. What they do not know is why. The degree of helplessness and lack of focus that I observe, in a certain segment of the population, is mystifying; “How do I do this? How do I do that? How do I find this information”? It's as if they never heard of a search engine and have no clue about linking up with motivational forces that will allow them to accomplish anything they desire to bring about. They are surrounded by opportunity and all they see are abandoned and weeded lots, lacking the imagination to see what might appear there, given the right inspiration and effort. There are people making their mark on the world, for good and for ill and there are people upon whom the world is leaving it's mark.

The guides and guidebooks, are there to be found ...but some kind of confused lethargy appears to be in command of their destiny. Meanwhile, time marches on and the windows of opportunity close. One's existence becomes fixed in suffocating routine and for all practical purposes, their life is over. I don't like talking about these things but I observe them at work all around me, close at hand and at a far remove. You can't become liberated, if you are committed to and addicted to the things that are confining you. It's simple physics. One of the most important possessions anyone can have is 'objective reasoning'. It allows you to see and think outside of the box. Without it, you cannot see or think outside of the walls of your ongoing confinement.

Nearly all diseases and discomforts are bred out of, or assisted in their manifestation by stress. Stress is a international product that is manufactured by a very large collective of industries that make their profits from the creation and proliferation of it. To milk and manipulate the general public, you need to attend the shearing and connivance with varying degrees of stress. It's like ingredients in a culinary effort. Far too many people are sailing and bailing from a doomed and leaking boat, on the river of no return. Of course, there is another river that will bring you back, for yet more pointless endeavors on the roulette will of gain and loss. People are perpetually in the midst of this and given a moment of objective awareness, could see it is so but there are contributing detriments that work in opposition to their getting a clue. They are whipped onward by the presence of both debt and desire. The latter accounts for most of the former and what is the most desirable possession one can have in this world? Freedom, in every sense of the word. Freedom is closely tied to liberation and liberation implies freedom from the snares and bonds of this benighted sphere. It doesn't have to be the way it is.

I don't like to feel like like I am lecturing people but time is getting short. People have dreams and they often live in a world of private torment because they find themselves incapable of realizing these dreams but... they do not invest the effort and apply the determination and creative imaging necessary to make their dreams come true. People think the cosmos is against them and intends to thwart them at every turn. The reverse is true, the cosmos is chomping at the bit to help you but you are thwarting it and going against your own best interests.

A lot of people would love to leave the USA and relocate in a freer, more exotic land but are confounded in making it happen because they lack the funds and the contacts. Here is something any of you can do and it covers your living expenses. You only have to work 20-25 hours a week. People are doing this now and there is a very high demand for it. Spanish is the easiest language of all to learn, though you don't even need to speak it. Having some grasp of it is very helpful however. Spanish is spoken in some of the most beautiful locations in the world. In China you need a degree to do this, usually you do not but... some number of us can get a real degree, based on life experience in certain areas, if you have it. You can also be creative about the way you approach it. There are a number of universities that offer this. I can, without difficulty get a degree in English, or an associated form because I have books published and have demonstrated my capabilities, widely around the globe. All anything I have done required was day to day application and determination to continue. The key to that is loving what you do. Anyone who loves what they do will inevitably become a success. This is an inflexible law of the universe. Imprint this into your consciousness. Burn this into your consciousness. Make it real!

If you are a decent sort, without things like being bipolar or obsessive compulsive (there's a lot of that going around these days), you can live with other expats and seriously reduce your expenses, while living in an expansive and classy dwelling. I've already received a host of invitations and offers of help from people, living in various countries and you do have me, depending on who you are and it is my intention to “go and prepare a place for you” (grin).

One thing everyone needs to make a primary focus, is the acquisition of an optimistic mindset. Optimism attracts invisible friends. I have proven this. You can too. Recently I was the victim of a smear campaign, in which no part of what was said happens to be true. Since I and a few local associates were the only ones present, we are the ones who know what was what and there was no there there. Now, I could let this temporary shit get me down. I could argue with faceless antagonists. I could dissemble or go off on all kinds of tangents but... I keep my eye on the ball, just like I were Pete Rose (I don't have 'rabbit ears'), or Joe Morgan, who played ping pong before every game, so as to make the ball look like a grapefruit. I recognize that there is a disorganized cadre out there that would like to see me go down, become marginalized, or attain to one kind of pariah status or another but that's not going to happen. Those who have gained benefits from what I do are not going to fall away. The people who visit me will continue to. New readers will come and in an abundance, at some point. I have a rock solid, support base and there has to be a reason for that. If you're not capable of dealing with bumps in the road, temporary bad weather, or unexpected detours, you shouldn't get on the highway. You shouldn't seek liberation, or self realization, if you are not 'completely' committed. You'll only be wasting your time and be inexorably bound for disappointment.. However, if you are completely committed, you cannot fail. Embrace this certainty. Burn it into your consciousness.

The world is set up to kill your faith and sap your strength. This is what it does. Take a look around you. Once you know these are the conditions you live in, you can change them. I spend my days, near totally free of worries and concerns. I could have them if I wanted to (grin). I am serene and in a good frame of mind through most of every day and I'm not the Lone Ranger. If any of us can do this, you can too and the road-maps and tools have all been presented here numerous times and are available at many another location if you don't resonate with what you find here.

What was said about teaching English abroad, or getting a degree to enhance the appearance of your value are all very real and accessible. You don't have to be where you are, unless there are family considerations that militate against this. Even these conditions do not make transition prohibitive. Look upon this whole posting as a pep talk, then we all put our hands together and shout, “Go team, win it”! And then ...we run out on to the field and give it all we got and make sure we leave it all on the field once the game is done.

Alrighty then, have at it with a will and consider the source of the force!

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Gone Too Far in Front ♫
'Gone Too Far in Front' is track no. 2 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'
About this song (pops up)

The Gatekeepers and Vipers Among us

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Wed, 13 Mar 2013 10:11:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Some things are pretty indisputable. You try to get a fix on motive and intent but- some people(s)- fall outside the range of the usual parameters of humanity and you can't measure them against anything but Gila Monsters, rattlesnakes, Honey Badgers and wolverines. All of us inherit or develop a philosophy over the course of time. In most cases, this philosophy is adapted to suit the needs and obsessions of the desire body, which is a kind of flaming sheath that encases our forms and obscures true vision. This, along with a demented mentality, corrupted by material attractions, is responsible for the samsaras that inhibit our ability to see things as they are. There's not a great deal that any one person can do to change the whole of it but personal transformation is always an option and one way to get your ticket punched out of here to a better place. It's also a guarantor of being in a better place while you are here because your mind is not occupied with thoughts like, “We are all doomed”, which is true of some after a fashion... or, “there's nothing we can do”, spoken while they slide into despair. Be profoundly optimistic and your environment will reflect this. Nature, pristine or perverted, is plastic and eventually shapes itself according the the perspective of the observer. We all live in a world of our own creation. If you don't like it, change it.

The general public has only a dim and skewered image of the sort of things that take place on this planet. It's hard to imagine these things took place but they did. A similar extensive list of dead people also attends the legacy of George Herbert (Johnny) Walker Bush. There's a whole cabal of evil souls who perform murder each and every day. The Central Bankers kill more people over time with a fountain pen than most of the others do with bombs and guns. They have no hesitations and no restraints.

These crocodile swine are assisted in their efforts by odious gatekeepers like Noam Chomsky and Greg Palast (I was quite surprised to see myself extensively quoted in the article about Palast). Palast has gone through a sort of reputation, rehabilitation lately. He's starting to pop up here and there, being quoted on all manner of things, as if we could forget what he said about Steven Jones and Israel's 9/11 attack on the American mainland, as well as the London Tube bombings and the Madrid Train Station, Mumbai and other horrific assaults on the rest of us. The first three were all monitored and assisted in manifestation by an Israeli security company, ICTS. I find that I am compelled to repeat these things over and over, hoping some epiphany will eventually find its way to a wider swathe of the public.

Let us not be deceived concerning Greg Palast, who sold out whatever integrity he might have once possessed in the pursuit of personal gain. He's not the only clown in the circus. Alex Jones holds a significant position in the disinfo racket, as does Mike Adams in his slavish defense of all things connected to the questionable Mr. Jones. ♫There's something going on here but you don't know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones?♫ On a positive note, a lot of the time Mike Adams has interesting and revelatory things to say. He's just hamstrung by the need to aspire to a higher profile by hobnobbing with Mr. Bombast.

We should not forget Rand Paul, who also gets a lot of press as some kind of warrior and patriot for the common good but the truth about Rand Paul is not easy to dismiss. He's bought and paid for, most all of them are. It's sad state of affairs is what it is.

These things have to be said, over and over and over. These things have to be trumpeted in the public thoroughfares, vibrated like a drum upon the waters of the great oceans and shouted from the mountaintops. When you hide under your bed, seeking an uneasy and protected sleep, you permit nightmares to walk among us. One terrible outrage follows another. There is no hesitation on their part to act like demons, without restraint or conscience.

I cannot stress certain things enough. This IS the time of unveiling and revealing. One must keep this uppermost in the mind. What we are being exposed to, in the actions of those who have abandoned all pretense of humanity, is the true nature of their being, which has been hidden from view for quite some time, until these moments in which we now find ourselves. Overconfidence has been the downfall of many a scoundrel, so is coming out prematurely. Their madness has overcome them and they have zero control over it. They seem to be in power but they have no power over themselves. This is the inescapable road to perdition. They are operating according to false information and it is only a matter of time until they are consumed by the darkness they have surrendered themselves to.

It's much like the trolls who have been showing up here of late, with their ridiculous arguments about events and conditions that they were divorced from by a distance of thousands of miles. I have the abiding assurance of knowing exactly what took place. In one case, it is a simple matter of, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” as The Bard puts it. Whenever I find myself in positions like this, the inner voice reminds me that whatever may follow, can only work out to my advantage in the long run, leaving the presumptive and deluded with egg all over their faces. This is a time of truth, as much as it is a time of lies and given that this is also a time of unveiling, one has only to walk in the truth and sooner or later, the truth will out in one surprising fashion or another. Something I try to keep in mind is that if someone lies about any particular thing, within the confines of a larger tale, then it is highly likely that they are lying about other things as well.

The only difference between these minor players, suffering the human form of distemper and the major players, in an advanced state of hydrophobia, is degree. As I've said many times, our real problem is not the handful of psychopaths, leading the hypnotized and willfully misinformed, toward the place of their eventual destruction, it's all the bit players among us, who buy into the lies and proceed to live them out, clueless and devoid of the capacity for shame.

You, who are in various stages of awakening, must consider yourselves lucky souls indeed. The unseen cared enough about you to throw the switch. All that remains for you, is the distance you must travel to that place of critical mass. Meanwhile there are those toxic and venomous ones, whose whole persona is filled with spite and rage. They rail and rave in perfect futility and impotence, attacking what they don't understand and seeking to replace it with their personal incompetence. Most of the time, I just laugh. People judge what they believe to be anothers state of mind, according to their own; “if I were in that position and receiving this particular abuse, this is how I would be affected”. It doesn't work like that. 99% of the time, I just laugh and pass the commentary around to certain friends, so that we might laugh together. This, of course, only serves to increase their rage. That rage is of its particular dimension because of impotence, the frustrating certainty that they cannot affect the dynamic and only serve to make themselves look bad. Well, that's as it should be. Who am I to argue with something like that?

We must be on our guard in relation to the gatekeepers and the hidden enemies who seek to injure us, for reasons best known to themselves. Lao Tzu says, “Cautious as a wayfarer crossing an icy stream”. I have not been cautious in the past. I never felt that my occasional acting out was anything to be concerned about. Indeed, it seemed to me that not acting out, when it was called for, was something I should watch out for. The necessity for this has now been removed, so it's a moot point in any case.

We've got to stop trying to walk up the down escalator. If you are intending to walk in the opposite direction from the mass of the population, which is absolutely what you should be doing, just take the stairs (grin).

Remember that it is what you do in all your little moments, across the span of your days, that sets the measure of you. Right now, in this moment, anyone can change their life in dramatic fashion and once changed, all the forces of good rush to your side. One's state of mind has a most powerful influence over the situations we find ourselves in and the color of our world. A positive attitude is like a cleansing fire that consumes the negative and transforms it into serendipitous opportunity. This is a universal constant. It's hard, I know, when you are surrounded by those who have succumbed to general appearances but it is by no means impossible. Steady application, makes the tree of discipline grow broad and strong. It's a lot like that I Ching hexagram, “Difficulty at the Beginning”. If you're not willing to go through what it takes to arrive where you need to be, in optimum circumstance, you won't get there. If you are willing, you will. It's that simple and certain.

We have come to the end of yet one more posting and I'll see you tomorrow if there is one. I don't know if I ever publicly thanked Erin Parsley for her dramatic rendering of my work but I would like to take the time to do that now. Thank you so very, very much. This comes up because I recently revisited her work. There is quite a collection of people who have served to inspire and improve me from what I was before this whole thing started. You have my deep and abiding gratitude.

Neil Rogers is being buried today.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Everlasting Love ♫
'Everlasting Love' is track no. 2 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

Sunday's radio show is available for streaming if you didn't catch the previous mention. Smoking Mirrors gets far more traffic than Visible Origami. That's how it is in this world, across the board.

Of Mice and Munchhausen

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Sun, 10 Mar 2013 11:29:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It's been said that beauty is only skin deep but that ugly goes all the way to the bone. The problem with the police forces and the security personnel in the empire is that it took a wrong turn, when the bought and sold politicos traded their souls and their asses for filthy lucre from Banker Nation and then Israelis became the training instructors for the police departments. As a result crime has now become a major province of those entrusted to prevent crime, as well as to see that justice is done.

Across the globe murdering thugs are about their business. It is business as unusual. A great deal of the nasty shit that is presently operative, is due to these freaks in human skin, seeking to cover their tracks and to secure their precious bodies from the wrath of those they have milked to a dry bone. It continues apace. The not so little demon engine who could, has ridden roughshod over our dreams and our fortunes.

However, Kali Yuga is the time and place where all of this gets sorted out. People know this and they don't know this. Knowing this can ease your mind because, knowing this, you know that it does get sorted and your only job is to have positioned yourself to get sorted where you want to get sorted. That's really all you have to do. You don't have to worry about Fukushima, World War 3, or some terrible natural disaster because you will be rightly and righteously positioned, in respect of the cosmic GPS.

Worry is a very interesting thing, too interesting. People have such curiosity about it that they keep going back to the well. At no time has worry been a positive aspect to the solution of any problem. The positive affirmation of the understanding that whatever happens to you is in your own best interest, unless you happen to be working against your own best interest, is the best perspective to be in possession of. There's nothing wrong with being possessed, if you are possessed by the right thing. There's nothing wrong with being obsessed, if you are obsessed by the right thing. In the twinkling of an eye, your whole world can change, in the moment you change your viewpoint. It's all a matter of where you are standing and how you are looking at whatever you are seeing. If you let what you see speak to you and reveal itself, you are much more advantaged than if you label it according to the limited information you have about it and this is what most people do. Most of the time when you see what most people do, you are seeing the wrong way to go about it and that is why the world is in the shape it is in and why they are in the shape they are in. Don't be in the shape they are in, living in the world they live in. The moment you do this, you are no longer living in the world they are living in, nor are you destined to the same destination they are bound for. The moment you change the way you look at the world, your whole world changes. The interpretation of the name Adam, is 'namer of things'. What you identify something as, becomes what you identified it as for you. You live in a world of your own creation. Don't blame anyone else for this and... you live with people who share your identification of these things for the most part... or, this not being the case, you drift apart at some point.

There are certain things everyone should be aware of. If you don't trouble yourself to do so, these things will trouble you. You don't trouble yourself to do these things because it's too much trouble to do so. You just figure these things don't apply to you. They do. When you are young, c?hances are? you don't experience any real discomfort from eating crap every day, so you think this is pretty much going to continue for the length of your life. It won't. You get older and the chickens come back to their roost.

Though I have seriously rock and rolled, in certain avenues of time and place, I have always eaten well and that has made all the difference. I am living proof of it. Now, all the things I used to do, on occasion, lest the reader assumes I have been generally consistent in them, are falling away of their own accord, because this is the time and place for it They are falling away with no difficulty or stress because this is the time and place. Don't wrestle with things that you can't change in that time and place. Accept that they are there, monitor them and work around them. This will give you command of them. Accept that they will go in the proper time and place.

Recognize they are there and admit it. Proper identification of these things, Adam, gives you 'essential' command of them. You can't essentially command anything if you have wrongly identified and labeled it.

These things should be common sense but common sense is in a coma because it interferes with the demands of immediate self interest. In most cases, immediate self interest triumphs over common sense every time. It doesn't matter what you've done before. What matters is what you do now. Vile self interest is going to absurd levels in these times and people seeing it going on, think it's the way to go. Dumb goys is what most of you are and so long as you remain that way, you are easy pickings. They laugh all the way to the bank, where they loot our accounts of the imaginary money they printed and which you pay for. They think to themselves,; 'it's always been this way so it will stay this way'. This is not true. Their hour has come round at last.

Getting you to believe that this is how it is, is their main guarantee that it will stay that way. Recognizing that it is changing, supports the change. No effort other than this is required. Who is behind what is happening to you could not be more clear. It's in the windshield, no matter what direction you turn your car in. It's their arrogance that brings them down in the end. They hid in the shadows for a long time. Once they convinced themselves they owned the time and space continuum, they came out of the shadows to boast but, as usual, this was premature. They kill with a presumed impunity. Having taken over the intelligence services of their hosting countries, which they have parasitically attached themselves to, for the purpose of feeding upon, it's all business as usual. The most outrageous things are going on. Meanwhile, in Dreamland Central, it's all porn and cellphones. It trips me out these days. Wherever I go, people are diddling with their cellphones, everywhere. It's like some kind of plague. More than half the people on trains, standing around or walking around, are doing this and they do it for hours. I watch them. They seem indifferent to the radiation, radiating into their brain matter. It doesn't seem to matter. It does. In times like these, rather than face what is in front of us, we turn to immediate distractions, anything to take it off of our minds. It just moves into the background and continues to operate, to prosper and to grow. What was once a small deal has become a big deal.

Now I have to reverse myself, kind of. You know it's there but you don't ignore it. You simply do not feed it and it will stave away and diminish in size. Things only grow and become a big deal because you feed them. We've all got our own private zoo of monsters and abortions that we feed. Sometimes we know that they are this and other times we humanize them, or put cartoon faces on them, either because we have lost our humanity and can no longer correctly define it or, we have fantasized it into something it is not. We put a good face on it. We mask it so that we can live with it. We can't live with it because it is eating us alive. We just happen to be their food. That is what we feed it with. As Mikhail Aivanhov would say, paraphrasing for the purpose of explanation, “If we could see who was having lunch while we were having sex, we would be much more careful in the way we go about it”.

And... so it goes.

End Transmission.......

Visible and The Critical List: ♫ Cactus Man ♫
'Cactus Man' is track no. 1 of 8 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'La Vierge Sperme Danceur'

There will be a radio show tonight.

Footnote. Although a friend sent me the blog posting that Steven made and the comments that attended it, I have not read it or them. I did, by chance see the first couple of lines that Nina left when I opened it to see what it was. She's a shining star is what she is. Unfortunately, a lot of people, or so I am told, bought in to what they heard. I'm tired of answering questions so... today I will put up a short commentary over at the Les Visible blog and I will give 3 contact points of people easily reached and whom I have not told they might be contacted. They are all people of integrity so... if you are still on the fence, or jumped off it, without having all the details, well, that can change if you want it to. These contact points were either with me ever step of the way, or there full on for the second half of the term. Here it is now.

Somewhere a Wing, No Bird is Flying

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Tue, 05 Mar 2013 12:31:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Spring has arrived here with force and power; brilliant sunlight and a rising temperature, are firm evidence that printemps has landed in my neck of the woods. It saunters in with grace and the promise of good things to come. It is a time of new beginnings, a time of hope and incipient joy, lurking in the soon to be blooming underbrush. What could possibly not go right under such blessed circumstances? The heart soars and all the wounds and forgettable sorrows, fade as their time comes to termination. I feel like dancing and singing. The house is daily filled with Susanne's lovely voice, as her own stirrings are irrepressible.

Mercury may still be in retrograde but you can't measure that according to me. Something has happened in the planetary alignment. Maybe it is my recent Jupiter/Neptune trine. Whatever it is, it's good and I've been told it is to continue and increase. That's outstanding news. It's been a long crawl over broken glass and missing cobblestones, on unknown streets by the dark of the moon. It has called for a careful feeling of one's way, lest one turns their ankle in unnecessary haste to arrive where? This is the presumption and arrogance that leads us into difficulty and injury. I am thankful for patience and persistence as much as anything. This is a sign not to be discouraged by the unexpected. It is my nature to always look for the deeper meaning. It may be tardy in its arrival but it always comes. Grasping for quick and simple answers takes one into the realm of half truths.

In the meantime, the outrageous and absurd, shoots itself in the foot. The tragically amusing marches right alongside. These things seem to be the hallmark of the age. Evil does not seem to want to die a natural death but, then again, there is nothing natural about evil. In the midst of it all, good things are happening. Our inventiveness out of necessity is a marvel to behold. Alternatively, some are truly fearless in their pursuit of justice. Here in this time of great transition people all over the world are losing their lunch as the evil within is forced out to the surface. As I have mentioned many times. When the avatar comes, he pushes all that has been hidden on the inner planes outward into the material world for the purpose of judgment. He comes with a new broom and sweeps it all clean form top to bottom. People whose vision is limited only to what they can see with the physical eye are often unaware that what we see, 'out here' is being manipulated from, 'in there”.

The more time passes on the way to critical mass and the summation zone, the crazier and stupider it gets. Expect it. Rely on this happening. If you remain sane it won't touch you. It is the resolution of personal destinies en masse. Each are in their own cubicle of karma. You are not in that cubicle, unless you imagine yourself to be, or are sucked into it as a result of false identification with what you are not. This is a danger we should all be consistently aware of; the efforts taking place to control our imaginations and to focus them on the deranged and unreal. You can see it taking place all around you and because of the pressure of group mis-think, it is a powerful form of negative magnetism.

We like to think of ourselves as individuals apart from the maddening crowd, We think of ourselves as consciously separate entities from the congestion of ignorance on all sides but that is not entirely true. We are all influenced to some degree and that is why so many mystics and spiritual seekers have gone off into the isolation of the wilderness, to commune with the infinite, beyond the surrounding distraction of the burning cities and looted plains of of this plundered planet. It's hard to maintain the requisite optimism required during times like these, when the very worst among us have risen into such powerful and unopposed prominence. This is all a blind to seduce our faith into doubt. Never imagine it will not turn out well for the best of us who have been unflinching in our steadfastness.

I want to sincerely thank the majority of the readers for sticking by me and also for recognizing that I don't have to operate according to false and fabricated standards of behavior, as if I were wearing a cassock and belonged to some rigid and repressed order of anally retentive monks, trapped in a constipated corridor of conformity and uniformity. We get used to believing we have to abide by certain unchanging laws of behavior, with zero flexibility. This is not and never has been true. Spontaneity is one of the great attributes of real spirituality and for those whose freedom is locked up in dogma and cant, it will sooner or later break out in unpleasant ways through the weakest link in the chain, as we have noted among the servants of the Catholic Church and many another fundamentalist creed. Perverted sexuality on the one hand and violence on the other.

I want to also thank anonymous, sniping from the shadows and unable, out of cowardice to leave their names because it proves an important point about their point of view; meaning there is no substance contained within. It's just another kind of affirmation as far as I am concerned. It's all good, even when it appears to be bad. I'm coming to believe that many times, bad is just undiagnosed good ...and evil, simply the raw fuel that lifts the good off of the launching pads of our lives.

In former times, thunder and lightening were considered evil and a sign that the Gods were angry. Those living in the ignorance of those times would seek to propitiate these gods with baskets of fruit and sometimes human sacrifice, just as they would yearly sacrifice someone to ensure a season of bounty from the fields. It's not like anything has changed except for the manner of expression. We never see things as they are in our own times but we've all got 20-20 hindsight. We're experts on the way things were, even when we definitely, imperfectly remember. More and more, I am getting the impression that, “it's all good”. I just don't see the totality, or I am seeing it through a lens colored by a certain degree of prejudice, in one direction or the other. I seek a complete impartiality but I'm not there yet. I will be though. I will be.

They say that an optimist is someone who just hasn't gotten the bad news yet. In my case, I've been given the bad news for years but it hasn't changed my perspective one wit. I've always known that I was seeing imperfectly and I consider that one of my better virtues, in that I don't always automatically assume I am right. One of my mottoes is that once you realize you are wrong, you are no longer wrong, you're right. We have such a tremendous investment in being right and that is why we argue. If we were right we wouldn't have to argue and we wouldn't argue. The more we insist and the more smoke that comes out of our ears, the more wrong we are. Serenity and tranquility come out of the deep assurance of being free of insistence upon anything. What it is is its own affirmation and what is not, will fade from view because we will no longer be maintaining it as a fixed commodity. We hold the false in manifestation by the force of our misinformed will. If we were simply to release everything, then everything would naturally find it's natural place, all by itself.

We are responsible for all that is untrue about ourselves. We have an attachment to the sum of that which is born out of the insecurity of not knowing who we are. Not knowing who we are, we have fabricated an unreasonable facsimile. After the passage of time, we accept that this must be true of us and we will defend it at all costs. We are defending something that doesn't exist and that guarantees that our defensiveness will rise to the maximum.

What could possible go sideways on a day like this? The sheer exuberance of Lady Nature, bursting out all over, is a thrilling experience. I can't comment further on it. You would have to be here. Well, we have come to the end of yet another posting and I'll see you tomorrow with a follow up on subjects as yet unknown to me. Have a wonderful day and don't let appearances get you down. That's all they are, appearances.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Prevail ♫
'Prevail' is track no. 6 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
Lyrics (pops up)

The Ides of Hell are Calling your Name

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Fri, 01 Mar 2013 13:24:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

We are entering the zone. I call it 'the zone' because that is the place where justice finally steps out of the shadows from which it has been watching the action; “though the mills of God (justice) grind slowly, they grind exceedingly small”. What befuddles us most is the appearance of things. Our media, our sources of information for the world external, are saturated with lies. These organs of disinformation do not reflect reality but rather present life as it appears in a funhouse mirror; people, events, conditions ...are stretched into a consumable absurdity. We've gotten so used to it that it seems to be normal. Normal hasn't been around here in a tortoise's age.

Guru Bawa, in one of his many discourses said that one of the hallmarks of the end times is the appearance of cannibalism. St. Dalmer of the Darkness was the precursor. Of course Emperor Bokassa was no slouch either. Economic pundits study trends and make projections, so do sociologist and experts from all of the synthetic sciences, where the results reflect the conclusions they are paid to fabricate and deliver. Those possessing jnana or an inspired, metaphysical perspective, can note the real trends taking place. Catamite scientists can only evade what 'is' up to a point because... what is, is what is and what is not, cannot be sustained beyond a temporary period of time. This is why all lies are inevitably revealed to be lies and are exposed for all the duped world to see, when the time comes. When the time comes.

You can only push so hard in certain places before someone pushes back. In the wider sense, the entire push and shove of the Satanist bankers, is to create such dire conditions in the empire that martial law will be declared. Every effort taking place and being set in place by the administrative, legislative and judicial arms of the bought and sold government of empire, is geared and focused in this direction. The economic austerities, brought about by massive off the charts skullduggery and theft; the destruction of the manufacturing base, the corruption and manipulation of the legal system. The fuel costs and the food costs fluctuating in such a way that it looks like demons playing with a yo-yo. Unfortunately, The Cat's Cradle is actually a trapdoor, spider's web.

The carnival is in town and it doesn’t matter where you live for the most part. The carnival is composed of many games of chance. It has that gormenghastian funhouse, all twisty mirrored thing. There are freaks and geeks, biting the heads off of a chicken and maybe there is even a dancing chicken, a la Pure Country. The suckers come and the suckers go. It looks like you can put that ring around the neck of the bottle but appearances are deceiving and physics is fact. Of course you can swish the basketball from that distance, only you don't know that the rim is smaller in diameter to the one you are used to. The carnival is a racket, just like Las Vegas, just like the entertainment industry, just like the music business; probably the same thing. Yeah, “it's the same thing, only different”. Yes folks, I'm looking for a steel cage match between, It's the same thing, only different” and “new and improved”.

“In this corrrrrrrrrner, wearing the blood red trunks and weighing more than you ever want to have to carry on your back in any lifetime, the shyster of shit-speak, the demon of crushed expectations, the harbinger of bad things in your body, the killa in Vanillla, 'cept we prefer Plumeria sap. Murderer of millions, some by knockout and boots to the heart and lungs and bloodstream, some by slow disfiguring, waste away (Coca Cola? I shoulda stuck with crystal meth) and some by any number of poisonous avenues, cleaner of car battery contacts, I give you, the present, heavyweight champion of vile world wide lies; Mr. Same thing only Different (the crowd roars) aaaaaaaaaand in the other corner, over there, somewhere, in the bluer than a terminally, can't be fixed, broken heart, blue trunks is the challenger, Mr. New and Improved. Let's get ready to rummmmmmmmmmmmmble. Tonight, your referee, is the newly resigned Pope, His lack of grace, lese majeste, Mr. I'm getting out of Dodge before I wind up holding the bag for centuries of evil shit, where thing go bump in the sacristy at night, your own Pope Rottweiler, Bennie the Gyp.

Yes, it's a carnival and for some reason, for some reason, the suckers keep coming to the booths, like they do at the tables in Vegas, in backrooms around the land, seeking that big, once in a lifetime return on their investment, though they don't realize what it is that they have actually invested, or what the real cost is. They keep coming back for more and more. The game has been fixed since the first 3 card-Monte cat put an ancient pebble under one of 3 clay goblets.

Lifetime after lifetime they go back to the table because one day, after all the terrible suffering of lifetimes, scrabbling and clawing among millions of their kind, the door to Easy Street will open and the Pinata will break of it's own accord and the cornucopia will blow it’s goods out all over them like some guy who did coke the night before and also has the flu, cleans his nasal cavities over the discolored sink in some anonymous hotel room. The irony of it is that they won't know what to do with it when they get it. They won't be able to appreciate it because they are sure that someone wants to take it away from them. They become too cheap to share it, which might really make a difference in the enjoyment factor. They are now in the position where the real rush is simply being able to have it when so many others do not.

Easy Street may be out there somewhere, intersecting Prosperity Boulevard but Serenity Lane and Tranquility Alley are way cross town, outta town actually, even beyond the suburbs. Now, Uneasy Street that's a whole other kind of road and that road runs inside of you, so that even when you are on Easy Street, you are on Uneasy Street at the same time. Who says you can't be in two places at once? Balderdash!

You have to think of life as a little like a roulette wheel, eventually your number is going to come up and then it will be a matter of whether you were cheap or willing to risk it all. That will determine the amount you get. Payback is commensurate with faith. Now, if you were a good guy or gal, when your ship comes in, chances are you're going to get some satisfaction and enjoyment out of it, provided you know who the supreme enjoyer is in the first place. That is kind of critical because that is the only portion of yourself that really enjoys anything. If you're a bad guy and that can mean all kinds of things, like being cheap and only out for yourself, which isn't a crime here but which is a definite no no everywhere you really want to be, if only you knew where that was and... I should add, that could be right here too. Well, no need to delineate, you get the picture or you don't. In that case it will all turn sour on you, turn to ashes in your mouth and your existence will be populated with all the fair weather friends you deserve and all the betrayals and abandonments that come with the territory. Quite some number of people are finding this out now. Some of them are going mad and some of them are running into all sorts of problems.

It's a strange new world we now enter into. For the moment, much of it is percolating beneath the surface but... just like boils, acne, shingles, or Karposi's Sarcoma and so many of a like kind, these things will be stepping out into the light of day soon enough. It is the summing up of the age. What more can I tell you? Please observe the seat belt signs. Turbulence is expected.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ You Wanna Dance ♫
'You Wanna Dance' is track no. 10 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'
Lyrics (pops up)

See the movie Kumare, that's an order (grin).

Radio show this weekend.

The Zio-Satanic Consortium on its way out The Door

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Tue, 26 Feb 2013 10:28:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

In memoriam; Neil Rogers, a wonderful poet and a beautiful human being, who got called to “that undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveler returns”- unchanged. We'll see Neil again, we just don't know when. Godspeed my brother. Someday we will 'dance on the mountain tops in the morning of the world' ...for joy.

By now, anyone who wants to know, knows that Obama is a Banker's Tool. A lot of people don't want to know. That's human nature but... inexplicable to me. The human attention span has been under manipulation for some time. During the same period, objective reasoning and clinical awareness of circumstance have been derailed, or spun through the roundhouse and put on a side-rail. Apropos of that, the American public cannot make the connection as to why 'Argos' won the Academy Awards,the same way that Hurt Locker beat out the much more deserving “Avatar”. Ben Affleck admits to an admiration for the CIA. That makes him a bipedal swine. That's like saying you admire Satan, you like his work and what he does. Ben Affleck needs to be waterboarded. His time will come. It comes for all of us but... in so many different and diverse ways. I would not want to be Ben Affleck, or anyone like him.

To paraphrase a friend recently, “Visible, I can't understand why your songs didn't go large”. Look at the world we live in and who 'appears' to run it, for the moment. There's time for everything and the shows not over yet. There's a good amount of movie yet to run. At the moment, things like this are going on. The guilt of these psychopaths was clear and evident. Then a collective of Satanists and dupes stepped in. For the moment, evil is running rampant and impervious to limits and controls. However, everything is under control, for the purpose of demonstration and we shall see the truth of that as we go, apace. For the moment, the worst among us flourish like kudzu. The extreme degree of separation between the haves and wish they hads is seriously impressive. There are also many strange and beautiful wonders around us that too few of us see or comprehend the origin of. The absurdity goes on and on.

Nero is playing the fiddle. I can hear it loud and clear. For some reason, most of the public has a particular form of wax in their ears. My take is that this is intentional and also set up for the purpose of demonstration. Many people are wondering why nothing we have expected to happen, in different ways, has happened yet; why 2012 didn't set off any kind of cosmic fireworks. I can explain that and it makes perfect sense. The clock is wrong. Over the long course of time the synchronicity went out of sync. Time is not constant. It is not consistent. It fluctuates in the speed of its passage. One might well say at this point, “but I thought time was speeding up”. It certainly seems so but... there is more to the equation than that and I will leave it to the inquisitive mind to consider other possibilities. Regardless of your approach, methodology and conclusions... the cosmic clock is not synchronous with the dates and assumed timelines.

Keeping what just got said in mind, we can presume that the same thing applies to basic presumptions in the human mind, about what is real and what is not. It begs the statements, “things are not what they seem” and “appearances are deceiving”. We have all heard these statements many times before. Some of us are very bright, especially the sort of people who come around here but... there is a critical difference between the intellectual apprehension of something and the visceral apprehension of something. It makes all the difference between getting something and glossing over it, as if you got it, but didn't get it because... if you got it, it would radically alter your life, in all kinds of ways and if it is not doing so, then you haven't gotten it. Upon hearing this, the mind says, “sure, I got it”. That's the mind for you. This is why the mantra, “I don't know” is such an important device.

In times of materialism, a certain thing happens to the collective human sexual force. It is sucked out of people, via various forms of external stimulation. This force is the essential power in all magic; good and bad. This force can move in only two directions, up and in and down and out and you WILL eventually be 'down and out' if you opt for the latter.. This force does not move sideways. Always in times of increasingly materialism, the sexual force goes through more and more intense forms of perversion and the perversions get legitimized ...because those who interpret the meaning of human sexuality are on a payroll, or are themselves already perverted ...and looking to sell their particular brand of strange, in order to increase the numbers and no longer be strange.

Certain groups of demented materialists, are daily engaged in proliferating certain forms of behavior, because they lead to the breakdown of civilization and an orderly and fair society. Fair does not mean that which political correctness intends ...because all of us are not equal in ability, intelligence or a natural disposition for the sort of industry that guarantees success. When I say fair, I mean that the opportunity is there for everyone to achieve that which they are capable of. Political correctness is being pushed by the Zio-Satanic consortium, for the purpose of re-instituting communism ...because it not only negates the spirituality that keeps such excesses in check ...but it reduces the population to the status of worker drones, with an all seeing overlord government ...that is not restrained by any dynamic of checks and balances. As can be seen by what the Zionists did in the Soviet Union, it is possible to murder, imprison and enslave tens of millions of people with impunity. That is the intent of the moment.

One could say that the general population pretty much deserves this. If “eternal vigilance is the price of liberty”, then ingrained stupidity and indifference is the highway to tyranny. You become a slave when you cease to be your own master. When your appetites grow larger than your reasoning ability and, as a result, swallow all of the greater virtues of the heart, you're in deep shit. People don't usually know they are in deep shit, or headed for deep shit, until it gets up around their necks. This is why people often don't recognize things, until it is too late, or close enough for rock and roll.

Similar things have been said around here for a long time The same people have been coming around here for a long time. Effective limits, for the moment, have been placed upon these blogs. Many people cannot access them from work. In some places you can't access them at all. Often a message will appear, saying these are dangerous sites and may harm your computer. Very often comments don't go through, or it is made very difficult to get past the word verification process. Readers have been told about a zillion times to email me their comments when they have a problem ...but for some reason this does not make it thru to the cognitive area of the mind and there's not much I can do about that, except listen to the same complaints over and over.

I recently found out that the explanation for occasional bizarre behavior on my part was coming about, due to telepathic invasion, that was geared for specific times and events. As often as I have pointed this out to others, I failed to consider that it might be happening to me. I have had to take a long, hard look at my own situation. A great many things are clear to me now that were unknown to me before. I was also told that steps had been taken to keep me from becoming aware of what was happening but... through serendipitous event, I was permitted to discover this. I can't tell you what a difference it has made in my life since I found this out and I have the information and means to protect myself from future occurrences. I feel like standing up and yelling “hallelujah” but I will restrain myself for the moment (grin). As is always the case, my life very often mirrors that of the reader and is also an example of a particular, resonant similarity, which is why things are routinely said that reflect the present mind status of those who come here. We should probably all check ourselves more regularly than we do. I know that will certainly be the case with me from now on.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ You Remind Them of Me ♫
'You Remind Them of Me' is track no. 6 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'

Fire and Ice, Naughty and Nice

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 08:42:00 +0000

No Dog Poet.........

No noses.

I been sitting, or, occasionally laying down, while this enormous funeral procession has been going on; all night last night, They are banging drums. For all I know they are killing elephants too. A friend comes by and tells me this guy was a very bad man- hated and feared in the community- charged outrageous interest and was a loan shark. As I write these words, the drums resound. It is up and down the street and... so loud it sounds like a war. Now I know why I am here; so I can tell you about it.

I am not Hunter Thompson and I don't want to be. He was an atheist. I am not. We both liked football, although, probably, unlike him, I played the game. If no one else on the planet will witness for me, my four brothers, born from the same mother, will attest to my skills in all sports, table games and card games. I know that no one with an ego wants to hear this shit. What do I care? You can't do these things; your problems.

The fireworks continue. It sounds like dynamite going off outside me window. It shocked the shit out of me when it first started happening. It is incredibly loud and I got into trouble for crying out, “Oh my god”? You cannot make sense out of this country.

My friend, my own Gunga Din, is here every night now, so is his guru. You cannot, absolutely cannot make sense of this place. I have never seen anything like this and I have been in just one place. There it goes again. It feels like air bombardments and... all of this for a moneychanger and usurer. Like I have always maintained; the bigger the asshole, the bigger the funeral. I now know the meaning of paid mourners.
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I would tell you more about what has been happening to me, I am truthful after all but... there are people who hate me here now and... cool people who love me. I can't tell you certain things because the former would use them against me. I never realized how insular and bat-shit crazy this place was. If you are full of shit... fine, otherwise, watch your ass.

Things happen for a reason. While I was down a few days ago, some people showed up to come at me; people from my fairly recent past... people who know nothing about the conditions on the ground. They came around to taunt, gloat or get self righteous. They even came around after the last Origami. Nothing can separate a fool from their folly. Somehow that is how they are made. It doesn't mean dick to me. I'll be here as long as I am supposed to be and so will they. The only difference is in the final destination.

Sounds pounding in my ears; whole house shaking for the funeral of a bad guy and I got in trouble for crying out in the night? Nothing makes sense. It appears that hypocrisy is a global phenom. I have seen so much that is false and a little that was true. For the second night in a row, Gopal broke down. His conscience is really troubling him,, he's a young man though and he will get over it. It seems that India is and can be a very violent place. I've been in some of the hardest places in the US but this is a bit more primal; like Hawaii.. Objectively it is much larger but I expect it applies across the board.

One of the things that Gopal always says to me is that he is dying; everyone is dying. You can imagine how that translates into the culture here, since that is what everyone thinks. People also very quickly believe what they are told and... like in prosaic, provincial Germany, people are always peering out of their windows.

There is this young Indian woman here who is in love with me. She wants me to come over to her house. Gopal told me, “Don't do that, everyone is watching”. What the hell is wrong with people? Don't tell me Kali Yuga is over'.

There go the explosions and the drums again. The bigger the asshole, the bigger the funeral.

There was this guy here. I thought he was my friend. He wasn't. I could tell he was upset with me. He believed some lies. Okay, I can live with that... but then I heard he was really pissed off cause I took his rickshaw driver and... even more pissed off that 'his' rickshaw driver was staying at my house every night. Then I found out that he was seriously pissed off because I was touching women on the shoulder. I didn't realize that wasn't okay. Why not just tell me? Oh no, that would be logical and intelligent.

Then I hear that my rickshaw driver is getting drunk at my apartment every night; not true. We watch movies and we talk. But you can't tell people anything when their minds are made up; especially when you have helped them and they are holding on to expensive property of yours and like to make a big deal out of things they weren't around for because it is advantageous for them. I'm not stupid. I see what's going on... finally.
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Huge explosions just shook the house again. I think I'll go take a nap (grin)

End Transmissions.......

Visible sings: ♫ The World is a Rumor ♫
'The World is a Rumor' is track no. 8 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'
Lyrics (pops up)

A Smorgasbord of Sh*t from Don't Give a Rat's Ass Central

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Tue, 22 Jan 2013 07:09:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Howdy Doody, the killer puppet clown was 'sworn in' for another term in recent days. By sworn in, I mean the Chief Injustice said to him at the conclusion of the farce, “Okay Fuckhead, get your bought and sold ass back into the Anal Office”; probably why it's oval. Yeah, there are all kinds of unpleasant specimens running around at the moment. This listing is not at all comprehensive.

The big question; what has been the big question, for a good while, is, “When are things going to change? Why are they going on so long? Why is nothing being done?” Well, that's 3 questions actually. I have no clear or clever answer to any of these. The dining table of the world has been turned into a Smorgasbord of Shit. It comes in various compositions and colors. Most of the edibles even taste slightly different from each other but they're all shit. Normal food is against the law, normal sex will soon be against the law and normal behavior is going to go from a misdemeanor to a felony. Honesty is going to be cataloged as a crime against Nature and Pederasty is being elevated to a legal requirement, similar to paying taxes.

I've been told the Kali Yuga is over. Apparently, the temporal zone hasn't gotten the memo yet. How can something be over if it is still happening? It must be one of those Zen things. Psychopathic behavior is still freewheeling down the boulevard of broken dreams and all those millions of urban dwellers living in “I don't Give a Rat's Ass Central” are walking down the street, waving their arms at invisible bugs. What these gestures are really communicating is, “I don't want to hear about it”.

They just want to be fed, get laid and have somewhere to live, while filling up their time, occupied with daydreams in the workplace and rhinestone entertainments everywhere else. You can't shake them awake. You can't reason with them, cause it's like trying to have a conversation with a somnambulist. What that gets you is walking into the same wall they do; that great big wall of silent indifference that waits ahead in all directions for the indifferent.

Mossad and the gentile goblin armies are not scaling back; no telling when they will publish the assumed names of these dark side cowboys. One of the most interesting and ironic puzzles of these last years is, why haven't there been any real terror events? We've had a bunch of false flag, Israel and her bitches, events but we have seen neither hide nor hair of any action coming out of the hot zones, where Israel and western forces are killing for profit, sport and armaments testing. You would think by now some enterprising easterners, who have had enough of the horrors visited upon them by the banker armies, would have blown some things up in all kinds of locations... nada.

History is full of all sorts of strange things. I'm passing familiar with this story but had never heard about the conclusions drawn in this article. It puts a whole new face on the episode and it sounds all too credible. I suspect there are many, many similar realities that permeate events and conditions which we seldom, if ever, hear about. Pretty much anything we are told is a lie or a half truth so, if you want to know what really happened, you have to dig deep or get a library card for the Hall of Akashic Records.

I was talking to Connie Lingle the other day. She's the sister of former Hawaiian governor, Linda Lingle, who was spawned from the same test tube as Janus Napolitano and she told me that her sister told her that an alien invasion was coming this year. I reminded her that external invasions are not the bigger problem. It's the internal invasions that are causing all of the problems. People with no sense of self are being telepathically hijacked and evicted from their corporal homes, or completely subdued by lower astral monsters from the inner planes. That's the reason there are so many bad TV shows, movies and music. No-one human would watch or listen to any of these but definitely, other, undesirable life forms would. So... if you're trying to figure out what it all means, regardless of whether you are named Alfie or not, this should explain it to you. I've taken my Phaser off of stun. It's the smart move. Even though me and smart moves adds up to some kind of oxymoron, I am trying to quit; no shit.

I know there are people out there who say, “He can't be any kind of a bonafide guru, he uses bad language." Actually my language is a great deal better that the ordinary school kid. Ordinary would mean below average because average is now below ordinary and ordinary doesn't come around much anymore in any case. Well, it just so happens that I have run into VERY high beings who use this sort of language. One of them was sporting a notable state of tumescence behind his khaki chino pants at the time in a kind of joie de vivre way. I'm guessing life (his life) really turned him on. Lao Tzu talks about being firm all day and filled with vigor. I think that has to be what it was; hopefully it wasn't just that he was attracted to me (grin) and a big “I'm kidding”, in case you happen to be reading this.

Moving right along, I'm going to Varanasi and then the Kumbha Mela in about a month, shortly after a visiting guest has finished his visit. I've been given to understand that I am going to meet someone or more than one, who are going to totally transform my life, so as to make me nearly unrecognizable. Well, I am already unrecognizable to myself (grin) but it is something to think about and I am accompanied by a disconcerting awe, through the length of my days as if some portion of myself is all too aware of this. Abul pointed out to me yesterday that this is a Maha-Maha Kumbha that only comes around every 24 years. You get a Maha Kumbha every 12 years. So this one is the Big Daddy of Big Daddys; would that make it a Mack Daddy?

Well, I am looking forward, while also whistling past the graveyard, in a recurrent micro shiver of anticipation to personal transformation because, come this summer, after I've had my recording session with Old-Boy in the UK, I do not presently know where I will be living; where or with whom, come summer. Certainly the Cosmos knows but all is quiet on the Visible Front, in terms of information. Maybe options are still being juggled and sorted. I've been invited to Ecuador, Australia, New Zealand and some other places but they are far away and involve a severing of all familiar associations. Part of me really wants to stay in Europe and I have friends there that definitely do not want me to leave. I've also made contacts here that have promised to expedite a ten year visa for me. They know the rubber stamp guys.

For some years now, the reader has been getting a collage-origami of my metaphysical take on things; well, it's not my take as much as a gurgitation of things I hear with the inner ear. I doubt very many readers are familiar with Aghora. I just finished a book by Robert Svoboda (I had already read one book by him) that chronicles the life of his teacher, Vimalananda. The book is called “Aghora at the Left Hand of God”. The similarity between many things said in this book and things I have spoken about over the years is interesting. In some cases there are exact quotes, although I never read this book until yesterday. There are events and conditions described in this book that go beyond anything most of us have ever encountered, yet they are all true, or I believe them to be. It shows you just how amazing and fascinating India can be. I am not an Aghori and have no intention of becoming one. My tendency toward instability and the rigorous requirements of this discipline, preclude my ever being so engaged. It would be a disaster and I am resigned to simple Bhakti because that is all I can safely manage, in hope of the jnana that might show up, we hope. I recommend you order this book from Amazon right away. It is a wild ride and a riveting read. You are definitely going to have to suspend all disbelief, I assure you.

I do not know what to make of my situation here. Powerful forces are impacting on me at all times. I can manage this better now. In the beginning it was real touch and go. Certain things I have engaged in for many years are now on their way out and this will bring me a much greater sense of vitality and clarity, along with an increased stability of mind, as well as a cleansing and strengthening of the nerve currents. I had planned on these things at some point. Then the point showed up all by itself.

I hope you will read and explore the links concerning Varanasi and Kumbha Mela. There is some fascinating information in them. However, reading the book I have recommended will astonish and astound you. It will certainly show anyone who reads it just how little they know and it will surely dispel certain egocentric assumptions we have about ourselves. Some may be turned off by the fact that this man is an expression of the Left Hand Path but the meaning and implications of that here are entirely different than elsewhere and so are the practitioners. This man does not come off as you might expect and the book will also grant you a much greater perception of what siddhis are and what they can do. I am not myself after these things though there are many times I wished I had some (grin).

Alright, enough for today. Let's see if I can get a radio show together now.

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Visible sings: ♫ Patterns ♫
'Patterns ' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album
Lyrics (pops up)

Swimming out Beyond the Borders of Belief

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Wed, 16 Jan 2013 13:33:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It's a strange, strange world and getting stranger all the time. We've had a mother lode of strange in these tormented times. We move from abuse to outrage and then back to abuse again. Our politicians are automatons, programmed by a low order of demons, who are set into operation by the Synagogue of Satan. It is long past the stage where there are any arguments that can counter this mendacious certainty. It stands to reason that reasonable and creative stands have to be taken before there is no ground to stand on whatsoever. It's like the disappearing geography of Gaza, only it is happening all over the planet, as the Spawn of Satan make their last push to bury the world in darkness.

In Kentucky and in Texas, as well as in other states, around Zionist controlled America, local officials are crying, “Hold, enough”. As the totally possessed, hate zombies of the political elite, seek to employ gun control, based on false flag events, initiated by Zionist controlled intelligence and law enforcement agencies, the citizen purchases of guns has gone through the roof. This was noted at the most recent Cow Palace gun show. How can they engineer gun control when their proclamations to do so, result in an insane rush to acquire firearms, by everyone who can see the writing on the wall?

It should be irrefutably apparent that whoever is behind this is not of American origin because... why would you destroy the country you were living in? Why would you destroy the manufacturing base, destroy the job market, ruin the economy; thus forcing a reduction in public services and local law enforcement, having also destroyed the housing market, so that there are no longer property taxes to provide all the necessities that a country cannot do without, from schools, to fire stations, to street lamps and whatever. Crime soars and then you get this alongside it. Then, of course, you get this as well; 'ruining lives, it's job one'. Of course, if you want to snatch a batch of kids from any number of locations and use them as test animals, or rape and kill them in a Satanic ceremony, that's perfectly okay. Rank has it's privileges and the ranker it is, the better.

We've already talked about the pharmaceutical industry and their war on public sanity. Meanwhile a tsunami of reactions to the Central Banks is on the way. Still Zio-girl is not concerned about the economy. She's making ends meet in a traditional way. Are we happy for her? No comment.

Speaking of psychopaths. It's good to see them getting the recognition they deserve. It must have once been the case, somewhere, where people competed in their goodness, where virtue was rewarded, where all kinds of things were valued as important possessions. I remember a time in my own life (this life) in this world, where the entire view of all things was different. It could have been that there were just more veils over my eyes and it only looked that way but wasn't actually that way and maybe I was completely missing the fact that it's been nearly as bad as it is for as long as I've been here but that goes counter to my present perceptions. In any case, I don't remember any reptiles as odious as Piers Morgan. I don't remember anything like the Kardashians. So many things have changed.

Now they celebrate the nastiness and evil in us and those who possess the most of it are fast tracked to the top of the landfill. I am amazed each and every day as I travel around through the news world and see one execrable example after another. I tell myself that it is an impossibility that every politician in every state and many of them abroad, could all be so thoroughly corrupt and then it dawns on me, then it dawns on me who put them into office. I begin to see the great spider web and the arachnid Kabala bug that squats in the center, weaving a dark mischief around the world. One of the most constantly ridiculed POV's, is that there is a vast connected conspiracy of Zio-trolls, who operate in every country of the world. I now see that there is no question but this is true and that they are active in every theater of human operation and that is why they took over all of the industries that they presently control. It's been in the works for a long time.

A great many things have been going on under the radar for a long time. Precisely why they are engineering this, with all of the drug money they harvest each year is a mystery. They've been doing it for so long and yet nothing has come of any of it. It makes one thing that there is no specific natural tragedy that has been on the approach all these decades but rather that they have that long term plan in mind, which they themselves are involved in bringing to pass. At least this is how it appears to me at the moment.

The other evening I was at an outdoor setting at a hotel. I go there with my driver sometimes to sit and relax in the wonderful ambiance of the place, where we never see anyone else. This time we were there toward evening and people were coming in. There was a Danish couple who spoke such perfect English that I was truly surprised when they told me where they were from. They were here for one of the many satsangs that take place here in Thiruvannamalai. This place is most recently famous as the abode of Ramana Maharshi and much of the town centers around the Jesuit controlled ashram and flocks and floods of westerners pour in in search of something. There was another guru who came out of the lineage of Maharshi, called Papaji. Toward the end of his earthly residence he made instant gurus out of some number of those hanging around, in hope of some kind of power transference, so that they could go on the road and play at being high mucky mucks. Here is just one of them, being dissected by someone at a forum and drawing agreement.

This Danish couple was asking me if I knew about him. They were obviously enamored of him. Well, you know me, I told them what I thought and the impression I was left with was that they were not amused. The reason I bring this up is that what I told them is eerily mirrored in what is being said in that last link. What are the odds? I spoke with someone who knew Papaji back in the day and mentioned all these instant gurus that came out of that big shaktipat session; this was a few years ago and this fellow told me that Papaji was laughing at all of them and did it as a joke. I guess he had his reasons. Anyway, Thiruvannamalai is filled with characters like this and that is why I have been having this sense of being disconnected and detached from the whole circus that this place is. For me it is painfully evident what is going on but it is certain that it is not painfully evident to any of the rest of these people. Either they want to bask in the false light of these fluorescent, self styled deities, or they are champing at the bit to become one. I don't know whether to laugh or to puke.

I bring up all of these disparate conditions and individuals today to indicate the sameness of deceit and deception that proliferates in every area of present day existence. This is not to say that there are no genuine people out there because I know that there is but they are hard to find and off the beaten path. Maybe I will find myself off the beaten path while I am here and I will meet someone genuine and meaning will come to me.

This morning, two astrologers contacted me, at exactly the same time, totally independent of each other. One reached me through my email and the other through Facebook. The one on Facebook told me some things that tied right into the dream I had illustrated at the Origami before this last one. I asked him if he had read that posting. He had not. Once again, what are the odds? Both of them showed up to say very similar things to me and both of them spoke in the tersest manner I have ever experienced. Usually I get a certain amount of fleshed out details. This time I got one liners from both of them. I've never had that happen from one before, much less two at the same time.

I'd been a little down about the pending changes coming in my life and then I get the most beautiful phone call in respect of it all, following these exchanges, accompanied by a collection of wonderful emails from around the world. It's as if I'm not allowed to receive too much pummeling though any particular period. I'd had to say my spirits are somewhat lifted at this juncture.

I mention this because a lot of people are going through some very heavy things at this time. I've heard all about it in the comments sections of late and in emails and whatnot. What's been going on is hitting all of us at some level wherever we may be. We just have to keep on keeping on because somewhere up the road the light is shining and somewhere up the road the agents of darkness will be fading away and dying. Just thank your lucky stars that you are not Piers Morgan or Mooji.

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Visible sings: ♫ Fade Away ♫
'Fade Away' is track no. 3 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

There's Smoke and then... there are Mirrors

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Mon, 14 Jan 2013 08:51:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

You see something on a given day and then you notice the tempers of the time are pretty controlled by a certain few, in far reaching environments, world wide. I am indifferent on this particular matter, unless it concerns basic human principals, which I am sure the majority of the readers hold sacrosanct.

There are a lot of things that I don't and woe betide me if I said otherwise. My purpose is not to anger those who are engaged in whatever their passion may be. I'm concerned for the people on the planet at this time and also other creatures and Mother Earth, or Lady Nature, as you prefer; you can't tell the good guys from the bad guys anymore.

We are in the time of the random, out of nowhere, violence and most of it, is being intentionally triggered by a cabal of Satanist's, who want to railroad the world right into Hell. So much could be possible, if the most of us were not pleasure seeking adventurists, or dumb cattle. There are things on the horizon that almost no one can imagine but you could see the writing on the wall.

I know that some of you don't believe in a god but it is a fact that must exist, across the longboard of history. There are so many more inexplicable events in life that attest to this again and again. I'm not your research assistant, check it out. Whether you believe in something or nothing isn't what's going on here. Certain financial systems and almost all political and religious systems, as well as a certain heinous group of collectives, or singularities (wtf?); meaning things like this, because why should you be asking for donations for something that hasn't happened yet? Is this a spoof or the truff? You tell me.

Well, one thing I know is that I don't know and things never change and sometimes they do, maybe. In the meantime, the jury is out to lunch somewhere having ham and cheese, because the culture is in a pig toilet, flushing isn't necessary and wouldn't work anyway, cause “the vandals took the handles”.

Things aren't going all that well in Visibilandia, since Visible is so good at misreading the signals and not always knowing where he is at any given time ...but it should be stated that he's pretty good at dodging a bullet with the help of his invisible friends. Well, we're on the other side of all that at the moment, we hope; no comment on the details, because the details are murky, at least they are for all the people not present, murky for some who are, or were present and not murky for Visible because he was present. Suffice to say, things are not what they appear to be when one is not used to being where he thinks he is (grin).

I have never seen such a period of time, when the same incremental march of events just goes on and on from one abuse to another, with nothing much happening but one abuse after another. It's an endless procession of one hangnail following the last. It's like the universe is waiting on something to happen but it never does, except for one abuse following another. I've given up on trying to figure out what it all means. I suspect I'll find out ...but there seems to be no guarantee of that either.

The alternative press is howling at the moon, with the same theories and predictions that have not panned out yet. The economy has been on the edge of imminent collapse for years. Everyday we hear it is going to collapse tomorrow but it hasn't yet. The urban nightmare and the bankruptcy of those locations goes on and on. The crime gets worse and the ability to do anything about it decreases by the day and yet, somehow, inexplicably, things just march on. People haunt the malls like zombie shoppers with eyes more glazed than a Duncan donut. The commercials become more pandering and insipid. The stadiums fill with tens of thousands of people, who are, by unknown means, still able to afford to be there. They seem to be ordinary people, aren't ordinary people supposed to be hurting? It is mystifying.

Trucks and flatbeds go by, periodically, on the main street a hundred meters away. They keep announcing certain things but I can't make out what they are. It's a rare gray day here. The mountain is shrouded in mist. I'm sitting here at the computer, one can assume that I am writing a post. One cup of Earl Gray tea is replaced by the next. I've no intention of going outside today. I'm trying to get a handle on some of the things I have seen and which have happened to me. Nothing is what is appears to be. India is like nothing I imagined it would be. Reality here is not like reality anywhere else and there isn't much reality anywhere else and even less of it here. Things look one way but are most certainly another and there is no accurate way to determine just what that might be.

I keep hearing that this is a spiritual place and yet, I'm missing something. There is a perpetual disconnect between what I am being told and what I am seeing. It's like a relentless going through the motions, in pursuit of something that was either here awhile ago, or has yet to arrive. I know it's around but so is every other imaginable condition. There is the surface presentation, accompanied by all of the devious and inscrutable contradictions of The East. There's the perception of manners and polite formality with the, given who's seeing it, menace of quick and definite brutality, behind the patina of ageless traditions that mean one thing from one direction and portend all kinds of other possibilities from any of the other directions. In that sense it's like anywhere else. There's tension on the border with Pakistan but there's tension everywhere in these times. The powder kegs are smoking all over the world but there's a chance that the powder and the fuses are both wet and need to dry out. Now doubt they will.

Getting any kind of sleep here has been an ordeal. Recently I didn't sleep for 3 days. The end result was that just as I was drifting off on the last two nights, the night before this last one, I slipped into terrible nightmares and immediately came awake screaming, “Oh God! Oh God!” I am not prone to nightmare. At the very same time, someone very close to me, thousands of miles away, who is also not prone to nightmares, at the very same time as it was happening to me, had a horrible nightmare with the same players involved. What are the odds of that? It shook her to the core. Things have stabilized now and there has been no more of that. I changed locations and that seems to have made all the difference and now I am sleeping as well. Unfortunately, my location is now half the size of what it was but I'll take it, given the salutary effects that have accompanied the transition. Like they say in real estate, “location, location, location”. I hope this indicates a positive and enduring trend.

I thank my lucky stars and invisible friends that I have been granted a sustaining resiliency over the years, or I would have gone under a long time ago. I don't know where the strength and endurance comes from, anymore than I understand the need for such continuous testing. I'm not getting any answers but I forge ahead anyway. Recent events have made me exceedingly cautious and watchful. I realize that I am way too open and say too much. I take people into my confidence and am not discreet. I sure am now. I'm like a ten year old, playing in an adult world. This last ambush out of nowhere, cost me considerably, in several ways, not the least of which was financially but I've managed to offset that side of the equation. One thing for sure, no matter what happens, time marches on.

Something is going on in the cosmos that I can't see and I doubt if there are many others that can see it either but as we should all know by now, it moves in mysterious ways. I must confess to some amount of amusement over all of the new age predictions about what was coming for us last month. Even though I was as wrong as anyone, I wasn't making money off of it. I wonder what all of those people are saying to themselves now and especially what they are saying to all of the people they were saying it to? There's some kind of a causeway that runs through the mystical and the mundane. Perhaps it is called the ultimate ditch of reality that runs to that unknown and unnamed sea. that is somewhere over those infernal hills. that block our vision from everything that is really happened, or possibly from the lands beyond where nothing is happening ...but the vast silence that echos all around the worlds of eternal noise that contains the vast majority of us.

I'm guessing we've all got something to be grateful for, no matter how difficult it may be to see at times. They tell us that everything happens for the best. That too can be difficult to see because it often lies well beyond the plains upon which our difficulty plays out. For some of us that plain is vast indeed and for some of us, there seems to be no plain at all, just the rolling greens fields of the pastures of plenty. In any case, where ever you may find yourself in present or in future time, good luck to you all, (grin).

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Smoke and Mirrors ♫
'Smoke and Mirrors' is track no. 9 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

A View from Arunachala

noreply@blogger.com (Visible) — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 10:27:00 +0000

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It seems to have taken a long time for me to get back online but it was really only about a week. Time moves slow when you’re used to having fun (grin). Well, I’m not actually back online yet but it’s an ‘any day now’ situation. This could mean anything here in Thiruvanamalai where you are encouraged to throw your garbage out of the window, accompanied by a shrug indicative of, “What are you going to do”? You take your life into your hands, or put them in someone else’s, every time you get into a moving vehicle; be it whatever that might be and it could be anything. Vehicles whip along at the greatest possible speed, passing on any side, passing directly into oncoming traffic. On the positive side, everyone expects you to do this, except for me and anyone else who may have gotten here for the first time.

Every full moon, 1.4 million people show up here to walk the 18 kilometers around Arunachala. The next day nearly every one of them is gone again. With a couple of exceptions, I am only hanging out with locals and those who aren’t locals I don’t see very often. All my input and information comes from them. I have no way of knowing if what I am hearing is the truth in every case; just mentioning that. The people I am engaged with are highly educated and talented in various fields. It’s an eye-opener.

I was told that India is divided into five sections, each ruled by an element. Where I am it is fire and I can attest to that. Since I moved into the outskirts of the town, near the Ramana Maharshi Ashram, there are times my head was spinning like a top. The last couple of days I am asking myself what am I doing here and shouldn’t I just go back home, regardless of some of the things I have been told about my being here? So, this morning I go down to Abul’s apartment and before I say anything he launches into a dialogue about all the people who freak out here and have to leave because of the power of the mountain and how it doesn’t do them any good because if they can’t get with the mountain, the mountain will follow them; like, if Mohammad won’t go to the mountain, the mountain will come to him. So, apparently, what I have been experiencing is a natural thing and it happens to most people who come here. My being just about only fire and air does not help.

Given the trouble and expense of getting here and getting all set up here, I am not about to go away just yet but I am well aware of the vibrationary integration period required. This is not like anywhere I have ever been in my life before. Life is cheap here but it is very vibrant. The power goes off for hours each day. I have ordered an inverter type battery that gives me six hours no matter what happens. Had I had any idea of what was needed for me to actually function here I would have brought a lot of things that I now have to get again; live and learn. On another note I am working on the latest novel and without any of the setbacks and hesitations I had in Europe.

The poverty you see is riveting. I was told over and over in my head, “don’t be cheap- and I won’t be either”. My local friends have cleared some of that up for me; being useful without accomplishing self injury.

I got an enormous apartment for the price of a much smaller apartment and many other things have worked out in a surreal fashion, especially since there are many things you cannot do (in the usual time frames) or acquire. I think this is a temporary affair which recedes once you have some idea of what is going on.

Here is something that will be of interest to many readers. I went over to the Ramana Maharshi Ashram and walked around with Abul. I began to get some unpleasant vibrations. That often happens when I get around shrines, churches and temples, as if they are more filled with the dead than the living. There was something more here though. A couple of days later, my friend Roy (from Cochin) showed up and I told him about it; that there was something off about the place. He said to me that that was perfectly understandable because The Jesuits had been running the place behind the scenes for years and that the various Christian churches are engaged in a variety of efforts to take over temples and religious organizations in India.

Then Abul says to me today, Maharshi only got there a little while ago and the mountain is very old, very old and the home of Shiva, who apparently has a few domiciles, this is one of the important ones. This isn’t in any way intended to take away from Ramana, whom I like and respect but they have turned the ashram into a bit of a supermarket and there is more than a little somber pretentiousness running amok through the place. I’ll scope it out a little more over time and we’ll see if I change my mind.

Across the street is the Ramana Maharshi Market (no connection to Ramana), where you have to take off your shoes to go in and shop. It’s hallmarked by high prices and the slowest service on Earth. I’m thinking you take off your shoes, out of respect for all the money that gets spent there. You can get things you can’t get anywhere else, unless you drive to Pondicherry or Madras, which aren’t that far away. Pondicherry was colonized by the French so, as you can imagine, you can get all kinds of things there (grin) or so I am told.

It’s a trip, sitting in this big empty apartment, with my little desk and the computer but I’ve got a few things that let me cook for myself. They gave me an icebox, mattresses and covers. My water gets delivered and they are putting in a phone and wifi, on Indian time. I don’t think you get these kinds of things happening without a lot of effort, so I’m getting invisible help. My landlady and her husband are good people, though she is very watchful; doesn’t seem to mind my having guests however and that’s good because I expect people will be coming here, in fact, I am sure of that for some reason.

Curiously, dogs are coming up to me. I sat down for some chai across the street from the ashram the other day. There were about a hundred people there and this dog came across the street and right over to me and spent about ten minutes with me and then he just walked off back the way he came. Here where I live two dogs have shown up and they greet me most times when I go out the gate. They hang around now. I did buy them some food, so that would account for it to some extent but not initially. I’m a little concerned about taking them into my life and then maybe not being around anymore. They are starved for affection and fearful to some extent. I don’t think people are always nice to them. But...what are you going to do; not give them food if you can just because you might not be around? You can extrapolate that into a lot of things.

A couple of days ago I was riding in a rickshaw when the driver turned around and said he was supposed to tell me that the Kali Yuga ended the day before.

The food here is out of this world, better than you ever see in Europe or the USA (Indian food I mean). It’s hot but I like that. My friend here lives with his daughter and another lady that ran away from home so she wouldn’t have to marry anyone. It’s a very platonic situation and they all are marvelous cooks. It’s a lot of energy to process here. At 4:30 in the morning, the loudspeakers go on and play music and chants calling people to the temples. It’s loud but no one seems to mind. Play your music as loud as you want, no one seems to mind. Dance on the sidewalk, sleep on the sidewalk, no one seems to mind, except maybe the people sleeping on the sidewalks ...but maybe not even then.

Well, my friends we’ve come to the end of another posting and the radio show should be happening by next week. I’ll try to pretend I’m up and running, although I am not yet but hopefully I get this up to you tonight (apparently not tonight as it is now the next day) or at some point. Thanks for all the emails wondering if I was okay. It’s been major culture shock but I’m fine. I hope you are too. Drop in if you’re in the neighborhood (grin).

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Mountain of Release ♫
'Mountain of Release' is track no. 9 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'