Looking for a Smack-Down on the Road to Damascus.

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Though I can’t remember seeing much of either, I remember two very popular series that were on TV a couple/few decades ago; Dallas and Dynasty. It seems to me that it was a collection of unattractive sociopaths who spent their camera time plotting against each other and the result was supposed to be entertainment. This is the basic drive of most soap operas; a warts and all but mostly warts premise. In today’s world, the players are all countries and they are following the template as has been described.

There’s going to be a “whole lotta shakin’ going on”. It’s coming up from below the ground because apparently there is a ‘fire in the hole’ and it’s got a Watusi/St Vitus Dance feeling to it, as it encircles the globe, everywhere in short order, popping up on the streets of Bahrain; Madison, Wis., Yeahman, looking for some bluez in in the Suez. There are so many possible plots and so many possible players that it is impossible to predict ‘where or when’ but if you hum a few bars we might at least be in the mood... oops, there was an inadvertent second song title all by itself. I’d better rein myself in or I could do this whole post as a catalogue of song hits.

Note this line from the text of this link, “two-thirds of corporations pay no taxes". This has got the feel of Ludlow redux in the on deck circle. Transparently, the reason for America’s bankruptcy can be laid at the feet of the bankers and corporations. You’ll see the evidence there, crumpled together with The Constitution and The Bill of Rights. Both of which now look like someone wiped themselves with them.

We’re all wondered why the American people are playing the role of a submissive bottom in an S&M sex fantasy and the answer is right here. I know that TV and music are also playing a role and that they are doing subliminal programming on a regular basis as we are all extras in a real life re-make of “They Live”. Still, the degree of absurdity is off the charts. Read the intent of the pharmaceutical companies in this dreadful affair.

As a writer in the distant future did happen to say, God does have a “deadly sense of irony”. Here you’ll see Smokin’ Ray McGovern looking like George Carlin’s long lost brother. Hilarious Clinton is pontificating about freedom of expression, while two of her goon squad pummels George for mutely turning his back on her. I would have loved to have heard what Hilarious had to say following the event.

Two Iranian warships are looking to go through the Suez Canal, which they have a perfect right to do and Israel is dancing around like a jalapeno Jujubee about it. By now we know that anything which upsets Israel is good for the human race. If Israel doesn’t like it, whatever it is, we are sure to. The state of the entire world will change in the moment that Israel decides to do something stupid (cue Nancy Sinatra).

And in America; the fallout from the recent chemical attack on the Gulf of Mexico keeps on keeping on. It is like something out of a comic book, except it’s not funny unless you’re a fan of S. Clay Wilson. How can something like this be allowed to continue? The English Crown and the Rothschilds, committed an act of aggression against a sovereign power, ostensibly a friend, and ‘there’s nothing to see here, keep moving’. Proceed in an orderly fashion to the chain locked exit doors.

Picture to yourself, for a moment, the image of world leaders around the globe trying to push a genii back into a bottle. Do they hang around and try to manage the emerging chaos, given that there is still revenue flowing into their personal accounts, or... do they book while the booking is good? The hinterlands of Paraguay are set to soon resemble the look of the Costa del Sol in any case. They’ve got a real dilemma. Do they follow the lead of their raging greed and skim what cream remains, or do they slip from sight with the coming of night?

Although I know the people who need to read about and hear about these things are not the people who are reading and hearing about them, I’ll just post it on to the waters of the greater mind, in case there’s some magical route of transfer that has opened in recent days. The cause of your problems is a combination of things. On your part, it is the result of your general ignorance, conjoined with your magnetic attraction for the carrot and the whip, based on the intensity of your appetites. On the other hand, it is the result of bankers, corporations and corrupt politicians and religious leaders who are milking you as if you were dairy cows. These two states of being make for one collectively shared environment. ‘Shared’ is probably a poor choice of word.

There is a mathematical underlay to everything that we see and experience. I’ve mentioned before, the example of the snow on the mountain tops and how when it melts and runs down the water routes, it is transformed into all of the colors, sights and sounds of the valley below. When you combine together the mathematical sum of ‘your’ contribution with that of ‘their’ contribution to the whole, you get what you’ve got. It’s systematic. It’s predictable. It’s unavoidable and it’s untenable which, makes it volatile.

At any point, good sense could enter into the equation. The leadership could wake up and say to themselves. “Gee, we’ve been a bunch of ruthless pricks. We really ought to back off if we want to continue with our heads attached to our bodies.” However, we don’t have much historical precedent for that and... as conditions worsened over time, the very worst of us rose to positions of command. The more corrupt the general atmosphere became, the more corrupt were the leaders who appeared to regulate, administer and ‘by all means’ profit from it.

Like I have said, over and over; you are in a movie. You are in a real life play that could well be defined in the words of The Bard, “All the world’s a stage... etc”. The proper course of action for you is to play the part you wish to be identified with. Do not play a role for which you are not suited and to which you cannot give your whole heart. It won’t be convincing and it won’t be successful. You have to discover who you are and play it to the hilt. You’ve got to offload that Star Wars defense system, because it won’t protect you now. You have to go for authenticity and you will find that something is going to authenticate you. There are a lot of invisible beings running around with metaphorical rubber stamps and they are stamping people, according to the sum total of what they’ve become, in the follow-up to the grand resolution.

Time is running short for epiphanies and smack-downs on the road to Damascus. It is correctly presumable that most people will just go right on as they have, because awakening from the dream was never a part of their program. They’re into the dream fulfillment/dream disappointment spectrum and the idea that there could actually be a reality that supersedes everything they’ve determined is real is... too much to process. It’s acceptable on the movie screen where the most implausible and impossible events are routinely taken as real but it’s not acceptable in real life, when life decides to become real. It’s a conundrum fer sure.

All of our heroes from times past were people who saw to the deeper core of their being and allowed what they actually were to manifest in their lives. They played the game according to archetypal truths and are remembered accordingly. They’ve got spots and blemishes, as few of them were perfect because you can’t see that here. There is something in the eyes of the beholder that will automatically veil perfection, in order to see anything at all. It’s the mechanism that causes us neither to record things as they really were nor to remember them are they truly ‘are’.

We’re in the ‘any minute now’ phase of the operation, so I suspect, as I am fond of saying, there is no better time than now. Now is the only place where anything ever happens, on either ends of it lie only echoes in the one direction and wishful thinking in the other.


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Patrick Willis does another: In Search of Rest.

Visible sings: ♫ I Love You ♫
Lyrics (pops up)

Something is Hidden in the Remote Places of the World

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Don’t ask me why or how, because I don’t know, but I think Pakistan is the powder keg or the goal. Something there is about Pakistan. It’s certainly not about terrorists. It certainly isn’t about intimidation and the killing of innocents, who don’t have two sticks to rub together much of the time. I suppose the argument can be made about threatening Russia and China, failing that, I don’t see what the tactical value is. You can’t hold on to these areas. They can’t hold on to Afghanistan and the parts of Pakistan that they are attacking are even harder to contain and there’s nothing and hardly anyone to contain there. There must be something more going on, only I can’t see it.

Over the years I have read and heard a great deal about the wild places on this planet. There are legends and myths that have to do with The Andes; the Himalayas, Mongolia, The Hindu Kush and sundry. It’s been rumored for a long time that remnants of more ancient civilizations, as well as alien residents, have quartered themselves in remote locales. I’ve heard tales of civilizations inside the Earth and of airships rising from and descending into portholes in the planet. I’ve no way of knowing how true any of this is. I just hear about it.

We know that there hasn’t been a Bin Laden around in a long time. We know that there’s no such thing as Al Qaeda, outside of CIA constructs. We know that terrorism is largely a weapon of established governments, whose main industry is domestic repression and year round Halloween mockups of the invisible straw man, who is looking to come in through the bathroom window.

When you think about how right everything could be, given all of the new technology, you have to wonder about the need to screw everything up beyond recognition. The level of government and corporate insanity is impressive, by any measuring device you want to use. It seems to me that there is another poisonous mist that has taken over the leaders and shakers of the world, the same way that one has taken over the minds of the masses in countries that don’t react like Egypt just did but most certainly should.

That’s all beside the point because revolution is coming everywhere, like it or not. It’s coming externally and internally. It’s going to grind your materialist dreams into dust and it’s going to shake the dreamer from his matrix-pod. It’s going to be hard as nails on those attached to the departing constructs of all the traditions and infrastructures of a time whose term has been reached and it’s going to go gentle on those who are striving in the moment to liberate themselves from these confinements.

I have occasionally used an image that dovetails with this whole engine of irresistible change. It features a prison house where the inmates have been confined for times past remembering. Suddenly there are noises and lights that have not been heard or seen before. There is confusion among the warders and fear of the unknown is palpable throughout. The liberator has arrived and he is going from cell to cell and releasing the prisoners. The prisoners do not want to leave. They wrap their arms into the bars to resist their deliverance. They climb under their bunks. They cry out in terror at the arrival of everything they have dreamed of and then forgotten was ever possible. Now it is there and no one wants any part of it.

Every age is held together by an integrity of being, which exists for the term of its scheduled time. Once that time has come to an end, the integrity melts away and a new schematic comes into play. Ages, cultures and periods of history are all on the clock and they come and go accordingly. Religious traditions extend through the period of an age and sometimes longer, although they are no longer religions at that point; only what’s left of the launch pad for what followed it; dead, empty words and toxic, mind numbing, sleep inducing, rituals. These are all passing away now. It’s all going.

I hear that the last time the magnetic poles switched was around 800,000 years ago. I hear hysteria in descriptions of what is to come. No one knows but that hasn’t stopped all these doomsday oracles from selling their books and theories on the back of it. Fear sells.

The currency of corporate, religious belief is engaging the same devaluation mechanism as the currency of paper. Imaginary foodstuffs are being traded back and forth on the stock exchange for the purpose of raising the costs of basic foodstuffs all over the world. Those who have not been grateful for what they have had are going to learn the real currency value of gratitude. Nothing demonstrates the value of anything as much as the loss of it.

Evil and ignorance exist in as many multiples are there are ways to be misinformed and to get things wrong. Each of these is a religion that exists because of the faith invested in it by the worshipper, even if he/she is all alone in the church of their choice. Evil presupposes that one is not surrounded by abundance and cared for by unseen hands. Evil necessitates the imperative that one must seize what one desires, or plot the means to acquire it. After awhile it becomes the natural and instinctive activity of everyone to have to conspire against the fortunes of their fellows, in order to guarantee their own. This is all passing away. This is all going but it’s not going easy or quiet. If you’ve thrown your lot in with these, then I expect to hear your cries of outrage, when everything you were after, sails away before your eyes.

It is understandable that most people would have little idea of what has come upon them. They’ve been schooled on lies since they learned to walk. They’ve been minded and indoctrinated by the television and given their moves by popular songs. They’ve adopted the outfit of the fool to insure the delivery of the undesirable, which only reveals itself as such in the experiences that follow. Fatigue and disappointment are the dependable gifts of the world in which we live. Do they see this? Do they adjust to something deeper and more enduring? No, they do not. They are certain they got a dud but the next box will contain the real thing. The real thing does not present itself in a perishable item.

This is the unreal world and it hides the real world and that may be its most important purpose. Something immensely powerful is hiding in the wild and difficult to reach places of the world. Now this world is making war on that world and there is something in the wilds of Pakistan that is being warred on and it’s not for resources or geo-political advantage. It’s for the possession of secrets that are hidden in secret places. This is why there is a general hatred being directed at all secret societies without any differences made between them. The rulers and shakers of the unreal world have discovered that there are powerful potencies and possibilities, hidden in places that are hard to reach and they want their hands on them before someone else gets there first. They’ve been playing with the wisdom of the ancients and the promises of things hidden for some time now and they realize that what they want must be contained in what is hidden in the remote locations of the world. Somehow they think the possession of something guarantees an understanding of its use but... nothing could be further from the truth. All they will do is to very quickly destroy themselves, because these powers demand self mastery as the prelude to any positive application of their force.

It is not only the desire to gain these powers that drive them. They are threatened by their very existence. These powers are evidence that they will sooner or later be destroyed, simply because they do not possess them. They can’t win either way but they have managed to deceive themselves that they can. All wars are magical wars directed from invisible planes of existence into the manifest. Balance gone missing has reached critical mass and there is little time to set it right and little inclination to do so. The supreme quick fix is needed and then to the bunkers while turmoil rages without.

It’s not going to go down like this in any way that is reflected, in their painstaking planning and scheming, to survive at the expense of their fellows. They cannot even survive in a room with each other for long. You’re going to see it all but… from what perspective is it going to be revealed? Are you the student profiting from the lesson provided or are you the lesson that others are meant to learn from?


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Patrick Willis narrates:
Something is Hidden in the Remote Places of the World



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)



There will be a radio show Sunday night at 7:30 Central Time.

The Hidden History and our Invisible Guides.

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At the metaphysical site yesterday, I tried to share certain information that I consider critical to the times that are now fast approaching. I’m a student of occult history. Basically, what that means is the hidden history that is not generally known, as opposed to the commonly accepted lies and exaggerations that make up the history they don’t hide, because they have no shame and because it profits them.

It’s well known, to those who have studied occult history that certain individuals show up at critical times. The Comte de St. Germain and Cagliostro (or someone calling themselves by those names- grin) appeared prior to the French Revolution and directly warned a number of people about what was coming. Few heeded them. It’s said that Marie Antoinette saw St. Germain from the cart carrying her to execution. Cagliostro was supposed to be in The Bastille when they stormed it. He was not present. You hear tales of these men being charlatans, the same way you see Helena Blavatsky routinely slandered by people who never met her.

Hysteria is running manic in the halls of the moment. Hallway monitors are clapping blackboard erasers together and looking for suspicious behavior, or any opportunity to put some polish on their brown noses. Uninformed experts on all secret societies are unrestrained in their caterwauling, about how every member of every society that has ever been are all evil. These are the people who make up the Jacobins in any revolution. Neither side of the equation is ever in the right, because they seek predominance, instead of harmony; that’s why the chief occupation of those who fill the empty suits, is to sell the centrist and moderate candidacies, even though they are anything but what they are painted.

Make no mistake; the world is going to be stood on its head by socio-political upheaval and by Mother Nature. You can include the shifting of the magnetic poles by the latter into the equation. Consonant with this, large portions of the population are going to go demonstrably insane. They are already mad but still operating along predictable routines, which give the impression of sanity but they are not sane, nor willing to become so.

Into this restless uncertainty; this cauldron of confused and ever changing shapes, are appearing light workers who mean to assist those seeking the same. Because I know they are here and continuing to arrive, I feel like I ought to mention it. I usually get three crowds of visitors to my sites; those who begin to read the material and find that it’s not the sort of meat and potatoes- the material world is all there is- people and they soon go away, the people who hear a resonance and continue to return, the people who take my words and replace them with other words so that they can announce themselves as an alternative but don’t actually possess one. Everyone’s welcome and it’s my hope they’ll take anything useful and apply it to their lives.

Fundamentally schooled Christians from that religion, long ago hijacked by the neo-Pharisees, get antsy about malefic spirits and want to do their ‘my way or the highway’, the Holy Spirit is the only spirit thing. Powerful entities for good and ill are here this moment and some of them are operative in the minds of thousands due to sympathetic resonance to whatever they represent. It will become much clearer and a great deal more confusing shortly and each of us will be drawing from the well of our choice. Our well of choice is determined by the values we hold. Every sincere seeker is guided by one force and tested by another. These are both variant applications of a single force, engaged in a process of tempering and refining. All of the social, political and religious traditions that have been established for a length of time are now passing away. They are going to be dramatically transformed, according to the new template that impresses itself upon the world of form, as you read these words.

The degree of personal pain coming can be determined by the degree of attachment held for the things being recycled. Some people are neck deep in dogma and cant and couldn’t bear the thought that their whored out doctrines are going to be replaced with new living creeds and a rearrangement of the archetypes. A lot of people have their own identity knitted up with that of the tradition they worship in. It’s an extension of their ego and a guarantee that they are right and everyone else is wrong. They can’t seem to accept that there’s only one deity and that it is the same one in every religion and that the prophets and saviors were all extensions of the same eternal personality, manifesting in different ways to adjust to the cultures and mores that it appears in.

That personality is afoot again in the heart of humanity, where it is permitted to come, barring that, the antithesis is in residence. This is no time and no place to be stuck in the mire of bankrupt traditions. The living truth is on the doorstep and you will see it in every transformative act that is sweeping away the crystallized evil and deception that has held the world in thrall.

A lot of expensive funerals are on the menu for people like D. Rockefeller and Henry Kissinger and assorted. Their hour of departure is drawing nigh and you will see the truth of ‘the bigger the limousine, the bigger the asshole inside’. Israel’s final days are at hand and that is a wonderful prospect to consider. The power is being removed from the applications controlled by the TPTB and they’re not going to handle that very well. All power is on loan from one source. Both the evil and the good exist for demonstration purposes, in this TV show called Life. Just as the poles are shifting, the balance of power is shifting into other hands. It’s all orchestrated and it’s all under control. The same way that they say you can’t tell the players without a program, guidance is at hand for those willing to imbibe it.

The speed of the changes is accelerating, soon that is going to be awesomely apparent. If you’re putting your trust in the powers of the old world to sort it all out, you are backing the wrong horse. You’re going to see some tragic and comic sights. In these times, justice has a sense of humor and there are no real limits to what may or may not happen.

My suggestion for people to look within for guidance is well founded. Generally the world is allowed to operate in a certain manner and exceptional souls always have the opportunity to motor past those captivated by the sights. Ordinary souls ping pong off of each other with their Karma and play role reversal from lifetime to lifetime. Present time is providing an exception to this long prevailing status quo. Anyone can achieve greatness in this hour and chances for that are abundant.

Out in the quiet of the countryside you can hear the whistle of the train from a long way off. Sooner or later the train is going to pull into the station and no one should be surprised when that happens. People frothing at the mouth with scripture would be well advised to consider that scripture has a living source and that words are without power unless there is a connection to the power that makes them ring. Finding the source and seat of that power is the preeminent concern. Anything else is a waste of time and that is going to be proven in spades.

Every one of us has a pending date with destiny and that destiny can be incredible beyond the reach of words to define or it can be a sad and enduring disappointment. Every time this sort of thing comes around the conditions are the same. People are immersed in trivial, material pursuits. Things begin to go very wrong and then more wrong as the opportunity to catch on, presses itself upon the living situations of everyone present. Irrespective of all the warnings, for some reason, the mass of humanity chooses not to see what is happening. They are going to see however, like it or not.

I’ve said pretty much all I have to say more times than I can recall. I suppose I’ll go on saying these things until I’m transferred to another department. It is important to keep in mind that all of these things are closer than they seem. Well, we’ll see.


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Visible sings: ♫ Light Up Ahead ♫
'Light Up Ahead' is track no. 1 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'


There will be a radio show this evening at 7:30 Central Time.

Holocaust Porn, I Know it When I see It

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Like the judge said, “Pornography may be hard to define but I know it when I see it.” Ordinary pornography is just ordinary and doesn’t concern me. I don’t pay any attention to it anyway. I might admit to an appreciation of certain skills, say, when a woman can shoot ping pong balls into a shot glass from ten feet... but the horizontal hula, trampoline act of people bouncing up and down on each other, as if there were some reason for them to be so excited, escapes me. I’m also something of a critic as far as the art of the procedure goes. There’s an old joke about 3 young French boys watching a couple make love through a window. One boy is 12. One boy is 10 and one boy is 6 years old. The youngest asks, “What are they doing?” The ten year old responds, “They are making love”. “Yes, and badly” adds the 12 year old. So I guess I’m a critic at the way people perform sex. Well, they don’t know who they’re having sex with in the first place and they don’t know who they are, so it boils down to groping in the dark (grin) and caring and focus are at war with the urgency of passion; goats pissing all over themselves prior to coitus.

You see this everywhere all the time. You see it on the highway, in the fashion that people drive. You see it in supermarket lines. More than half the people perpetually look like they have to take a leak. They are in a state of urgency to get somewhere but when they get there, what happens? What happens when they get there? Where is there? They never get ‘there. There is a place that retreats before desire. The heat of desire drives it away so, ‘there; dangles forever out of reach, until urgency has been replaced by control and control comes through Love, which places all of its emphasis on the loss of self in the beloved. Everything is under control of the eternal master of life and that is Love. Before the highest expression of Love everyone automatically bows their head, knowingly or unknowingly because it is the source of life and the ultimate destination.

There’s a tarot card called The Hermit. Each Major Arcana card, of which there are 22, represents a planetary influence, or a sense, or a quality, along with a great many other things. The sense associated with The Hermit is the sense of touch and that is why mystics often talk of their interaction with the divine in erotic terms. Everything is sex, which at its higher arc transforms into Love and at its highest arc is engaged with all life at all times.

Each card is a book and as Eliphas Levi puts it in his book, “The Dogma and Ritual of High Magic”, a prisoner, devoid of books, had he only a Tarot of which he knew how to make use, could in a few years, acquire a universal science and converse with an unequalled doctrine and inexhaustible eloquence. Meanwhile, people attempt to read these cards to tell the future, when the means of changing it is in their hands. Priorities? There are so many examples of similar confusions, where the glitter of a semi-precious stone, of dubious value, masks the presence of something priceless. Some things you can’t see for so long as your values are terrestrialized.

I’ve got another Litmus Test and this is the first time I’ve talked about it. It’s the holocaust Litmus Test. I’m bringing it up because all sorts of nasty nonsense is rearing its anti-Gentile head. New heights of ridiculous are being scaled daily. My secret litmus test is called The Holocaust Litmus Test. The truth doesn’t do mercy fucks and when you think that’s what you’re getting, it hurts. Why it hurts I will leave to the imagination of the one experiencing it.

I’m still waiting for someone to explain to me how Dwight Eisenhower, Winston Churchill and Charles de Gaulle could write tens of thousands of post war memoirs and never mention death camps and crematoriums. I’m waiting for someone to explain how taking over three million from the death count at Auschwitz does not affect the number of six million as the official tally. There are a lot of statistics I would love to have explained to me but no one seems able to. I’m especially interested in how the world population for a certain demographic actually went up during the war years. The census reports a trend that can’t possibly be true but....it has to be. It’s the law.

From the moment I first heard this man speak, I said to myself, he’s off. Something’s not right with this fellow. There are other writers that have been around for awhile who are bigged up about Palestinian rights but who set my teeth on edge. It’s not because their writing lacks any kind of passion or fire, although that is the case. It’s something behind the front agenda that creates a disconnect between what I’m being told and what I’m feeling.

I am mystified as to why there are so few voices- and almost none among those who could actually make a difference- that will stand up and call this masquerade for what it really is. It’s one of the most cynical and manipulative efforts in the whole of history and millions of people are freeloading on it and adding their own fantastic and impossible tales to the mix. They are striving to out do each other in the theater of the ridiculous and they’ve got no shame or hesitation concerning it. Is it some kind of genetic insanity that travels along particular bloodlines or is it the close proximity to so much money, that only requires the use of a slanderous title or the threat of public injury to one’s persona, to have wheelbarrows of cash pull up to the door. Yeah, it’s a money machine and it just keeps expanding like McDonald’s franchises, so that there’s a McHolocaust outlet somewhere near you, in case you’re looking for ideas about how to support your family in these trying times, in large part brought to you courtesy of the same people.

Far be it from me to deny the holocaust because, there very definitely was one and it was performed on the German people as much as anyone of the time. It was performed on them by the Zionist run Soviet army on the one hand and the Zionist controlled U.S. on the other and it was from there that the war was first declared on Germany by the neo-Pharisees. They were all hot and bothered because Hitler was none too pleased about what was happening to the German economy or in the Cabaret Society of Berlin.

This is how the holocaust should be remembered, as something that happened to the German people, as much as to anyone and that the Zionists who refused to let aid packages through to those in the camps, were the same Zionists who wouldn’t let the Red Cross even into the gulags in Russia and that, given the tens of millions they killed in Russia, it makes perfect sense that whatever happened in WW2 was a minor payback for much larger crimes. Of course they threw other members of The Tribe under the bus in order to orchestrate an imprimatur for the Rothschild banking syndicate called Israel. In the words of Ben Gurion and so many others, it didn’t matter how many Jews had to die in the camps as long as they could get their hands on Palestine, which at the time was somebody else’s country. This was a land with people on it, for people who wanted to steal the land and that’s what Zionism and neo- Pharissezium is all about.

The whole story is more pornographic than “The Devil in Mrs. Jones” and could probably be called “The Devil does Palestine.” I know holocaust pornography when I see it. It’s dressed up as a religion and is as firmly based in reality as that thing in Masada. It is meant to make us talk in whispers from Sub Rosa Land, because telling the truth can get you into trouble and ruin your life, which is why people are more comfortable selling themselves into slavery in order to avoid the problems that telling the truth might cause. Try holding people up to this litmus test and see what it gets you.

If denying the holocaust is a crime, don’t deny it. There was a holocaust and the truth was burned alive, along with integrity, honor and a whole lot of their friends, who were staying over at the time. There was a holocaust. Millions of Germans got exterminated and also some Jews, gypsies, homosexuals and political malcontents. The holocaust happened and it was no more or less of a holocaust than any of the rest of the holocausts caused by those claiming exclusive rights to this one.

I can feel my eyes moisten at the mountains of hair that was shaved from heads to make (cushions? Pillows) something or other. Actually, the hair, this holy relic, was shaved to control the spread of lice. Is it against the law to say that?

The holocaust is a religion whose intent is to blackmail the world for as long as it can be maintained. It’s a racket where Paul Bunyan would feel right at home. It’s a French braid of stories, woven from single hairs, that have no problem contradicting each other as long as it’s not you doing the contradicting and the empire of deception that is built on top of it is going to be one of the main casualties of The Apocalypse, along with all the rest of the carrot and stick realities that rule this world. Success in this world may very well be measured to the degree that one trumpets the tales of those who used the money garnered to buy up every vehicle for wider expression and then...and then along came the internet.


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Patrick Willis narrates:

Holocaust Porn, I Know it When I see It

♫ Jews from Outer Space ♫

THE ALBUM

You Can't be There if You're not Here

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Remember when you used to walk into a bus kiosk or a subway station and you needed to figure out where you were before you tried to go anywhere? There used to be these maps that had an arrow pointing at a spot, with a little dialogue box next to it that said, “You are here”. I think it’s ‘safe to say’ (poor choice of words) that you are now here. Here is the place we’ve been talking about for a good, long while. This is the place, quite possibly somewhere outside Cairo, where that specific camel finally breaks under the weight of the last, unforgiving straw. This is the place where the most unstable domino, finally tumbles into its neighbor and begins to operate like the Gulf Stream used to.

All over the Arab world, as a precursor to, all over the world period, the psychic locks that have held the populations in stasis have now been broken. We are standing before the walls of a metaphorical Jericho. The sound of magical trumpets fills the air but no one is directly aware of them. They’re hearing something but they can’t identify it. The effect of the sounds, is to open areas of awareness and action that do not depend on the reflection and judgment of the people involved. It’s always like this when the world goes into one of its dramatic change modes. All of a sudden everything is happening, as if it were detailed on a blueprint or in a book and no one questions it because they are in the middle of it. Suddenly, all the things they’ve been feeling, for longer than they can remember, have all come together in a defining moment.

Somewhere in the mystery of this process, which no one can delineate without losing some of the parts, lays the apprehension of the warp and woof, attended by the meaning, but it always slips away like sand through your fingers when you try to understand it. Life is like that. It seems we should have always known where we would wind up by where we were going but we never do. Later on, down the road, in the place where they decide which history we are supposed to remember, they add in the details the way they add the nutritional features and vitamins to the while flour they got removed from, so that the rats and cockroaches wouldn’t eat it. It’s a similar principle. They don’t want any inquisitive vermin rooting around in the evidence so… there shouldn’t be any evidence until they add the evidence later.

Looking at the initial mayhem, prior to the greater contagion, one might opt for the promise of positive change or… an indication of serious shit-storms on the horizon. There’s probably going to be a good amount of both. Whatever the damage done by whatever is taking place, it’s not necessarily going to be worse than what was happening before it burst upon the scene. There’s always a chance that we will be presented with various enduring icons, like Little Georgie Sorrows, hanging from a colored scarf in his closet. There’s an implication that the monsters, which have herded the willing and the stupid to this pass, are going to get theirs.

I keep thinking of Vladimir Putin, rotating a pair of Chinese stress balls in his hand, as he considers what to do about Israel bombing the Domodedovo airport. The fall of Egypt is close to some of the worst news that Israel can get. As we know by now, bad news for Israel is very good news for the rest of the world; to reverse paraphrase Netan-yahoo commenting after 9/11.

So, for myself, in this time of momentous transformation, soon to be joined in concert by Mother Nature, I look for positive signs of human potential, evolving up from all fours into something more observably humanoid. I think of bankers hanging from lampposts and the sacking of Goldman Sachs by an angry mob of thousands; we’ll never know what all those files contained, before Building 7 went down. As history and the moment will both prove, we don’t need no stinking paper. The guilt and culpability are written into the atmosphere. It doesn’t matter what crime you want to prosecute or what injustice you seek to adjust, if you locate an international banker, ...that will do for just about any crime or injustice presently extant.

The idea of the whole boards of directors of BP and Monsanto, doing stationary, facedown, water ballet in the Gulf of Mexico, creates an image that I am reluctant to let go of. The Queen of England and The Pope, chained to the wall of a Newark crack house, as the filmmakers from the San Fernando Valley set up their equipment, makes me wish I had been a little kinkier in my life, so that I could get a greater degree of satisfaction from the event. Oh, look, here come their co-stars. Now that’s impressive. As long as nobody calls PETA, we should be able to get the money shot in one afternoon.

This is why I made the decision to call for quarantine and permanent isolation among their fellows, for these viruses, masquerading in human form. I don’t like violent revolution and I don’t like the show trials being produced by the same people that do American Idol so that, while you are watching the entertainment, they are fabricating the back story that goes with the version of things they want you to live with after the tables are turned and the same people are still sitting there. This time that is not going to happen.

I understand that some heads have to roll and I understand that unless you tear something to the ground (Goldman Sachs?) they’ll just Hoseme, Hoseyou, Mubarak the thing into a ‘let’s all play nice now’ scenario, where they go right back to doing business as usual with new faces. You can’t put the fox in charge of the henhouse. The fox is a clever guy. He replicates too. He’s in and out and in and out, so that it looks like sex is what it is that he’s having. What you have to ask yourself is, “Am I having sex with the fox but I am unaware of it? It’s no surprise that they called the enterprise Fox News. It’s all Animal Farm, anthropomorphically speaking.

What’s happening today is like a chapter in a book. Tomorrow (metaphorically speaking), there will be new character development and possibly the more critical aspects, or even the original target might come into the crosshairs.

What is happening now is going to impact on the lives of everyone living. The force is on the move and everyone is going to have to consider what sort of adjustments they are going to make to the force. You might be looking at it like an offensive tackle and you might be looking at it like a defensive end. Heck, you might even be thinking you’re the quarterback, in search of a wide receiver. These are just postures and positions from which one can have a perspective and you may be sure there are any number of people looking at it in very similar ways. It translates into soccer, or Rugby; lawn tennis, badminton, possibly even croquet, with the aforementioned, rolling heads. Alice in Wonderland is not a bad fit for describing the transliteration of The Devic Realm into an active feature of the times. There were all sorts of beautiful landscapes and interesting magical creatures in wonderland. There were very interesting potions (something I might have a little curiosity about) available but, there was also a batshit crazy queen and an executioner with an axe. The point seems to be that they were just a pack of cards anyway. Is that what this is? Are we just a pack of cards?

Its happening right in front of your eyes and it’s no big deal, right? Can you imagine what is going on behind the scenes at the moment? Given that this is a cosmic event, everything TPTB does, will be the wrong thing and work to their disadvantage. Everything they don’t do, will be the right thing, mostly, but they haven't engineered themselves for that yet.

We are officially in operational mode. Don’t forget that all kinds of super-natural potencies and possibilities are also operational too. You’ve going to get the game you are watching. You’re going to get the game you are after. You are going to get the game you are playing, unless you change your game and that’s always an option and the one most people, most consistently forget. It’s a little cliché but, “May the force be with you and may you be with the force” because the alternative makes you something for demonstration purposes only, or does it just go on?. Deepen your love.


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Patrick Willis narrates:
You Can't Be There If You're Not Here



Visible sings: ♫ Gone Baby Gone ♫
'Gone Baby Gone' is track no. 6 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)


There will be a radio show this Sunday night at 7:30 Central Time and a midweek radio show that will be announced when it happens.

One More Litmus Test for the Strong, Silent Types.

Dog Poet Transmitting........

‘May your noses always be cold and wet.’

I admire some people, not a lot of people to be sure, but some people have done their job with modesty, courage and consistency. One of those people is Webster Tarpley, who just wrote a fantastic article on Wiki-Sneaks. I communicated with Webster in the long ago and he showed himself to be a humble and decent man. I’m glad he’s out there. It’s a difficult thing these days to say you like someone because you never know what might be the real truth, or when it might surface and make you look a fool.

I really like what I hear from Wayne Madsen. He’s one of those, like Paul Craig Roberts who crawled out of the belly of the beast and stuck around to point a finger at it. So far, these men, as far as I can tell, meet my litmus test needs (given their situation). I met David Ray Griffin and Niels Harrit in Lucerne a year and a half ago, when I was invited there to speak on 9/11. Both of these men came across as tireless workers on behalf of 9/11 truth; self-diminishing and earnest. They’re not exactly electrifying speakers, being academics and I was champing at the bit somewhat to do my kind of ‘getting to know you’ thing.

I might have been a little more circumspect in hindsight but, you can’t fix the past. All you can do is lie about it or deny it. Someone lit me up with some seriously potent Swiss pot. I don’t usually smoke pot and I hadn’t slept much on the long train ride in. By the time I went on stage I was off on Planet Visible, which is on the other side of the sun. You can’t say who did 9/11 in Switzerland. Well, you can say it but the promoters might get into trouble. So I went up and wailed into an unscripted 15 minutes of doing everything but flat out saying it and then sailed off the stage and out the door with a couple of dozen people following me. This caused some amount of confusion before I could dispense with these people and Freddy, the promoter, could get them back in the door. Freddy wasn’t very happy with me and for good reason. Let’s face it, I’m a loose canon; not anymore but back then I was.

I do regret having been a wild and crazy guy, however entertaining it actually might have been for the moment. I don’t hear from Freddy anymore and I doubt I left Niels and Dr. Griffin with a warm and cuddly feeling. I’m not properly house-trained, I admit it. I’m a lot better than I was, which is the only reason a lot of my personal works are being allowed to pass out into the world of opinions and reactions now. I’m trying but it is very difficult for me to sit around and listen to endless facts and figures that skirt the ‘who done it’ end of the spectrum. A lot of these people know and tell most of what we know about 9/11 but they pull up short at the cliff’s edge when it comes to naming names.

Israel did 9/11, along with the assistance of treacherous and traitorous elements in the American intelligence community and the administrative branch. This includes assorted felons and psychopaths on the international stage. If you don’t name the perpetrators and skells involved, not only are they free to do it again but further emboldened as well. When the more powerful examples of western rule, refuse to indict the crime syndicate of Israel for heinous murder aboard relief ships in international waters, you are handing them an imprimatur to do it again. Were these times sane, Israel would be under house arrest and prohibited from traveling out of the country and everyone who already was would be sent back there. It would be a protective quarantine for the good of world health. Every Israeli would have to wear an ankle bracelet that started playing “Every Breath you Take” whenever they got within ten feet of one of their victims, which is anyone but them.

I’m developing a new litmus test to go with the 9/11 denial and Assange supporting litmus tests and that’s the, ‘you haven’t gone far enough litmus test’. See, within certain parameters you can say almost anything, as long as you don’t point the finger at the right people. Once you actually, correctly identify the cause of the condition you are writing or talking about, things change. A vast sea of web sites won’t link to or reprint my work simply for this reason; sites like Anti-War dot com and all the other sites that represent the self righteous, so called liberal left, that talks in convoluted, highly intelligent circles; dancing around, like something’s up with the prostate, so they don’t get any shit on their golf shoes, cause they want to still get invited to all those talkathons and important dinners financed by the people doing all the bad shit they don’t want to talk about and… it’s a wonder they don’t step in any of it, considering the close company conditions of their ‘indirect employment’ by the people they should be unmasking.

If you go to any of these sites you see they’ve all got each other linked on each others sites in a perpetual motion, circle jerk machine. It’s there that you will find people talking about what a courageous and elegant reporter Greg Palast is. You should know better than to ask Greg about 9/11 though because Greg gets his money from the people who did it. Greg and everyone like him should also have to wear an ankle bracelet that plays “You Lied to Me”, maybe the Chuck Colbert version since he’s one of them, every time they get near any of the people they are lying to, which would be everyone but them. Still, I guess they lie to each other too, just like they lie to themselves. That song can alternate with, “What Kind of Fool do you Think I Am?”

I don’t care if there was thermate at ground zero. I don’t care if the buildings went into free fall, which could not have been accomplished except by controlled demolition. I want to know who did it. All these other facts are something you present to the jury once you have these criminals in the courtroom.

I recognize that you wouldn’t be getting invited to speak at too many places, wouldn’t be getting to go on TV and you wouldn’t be getting fancy grants and donations from the people who did 9/11 if you did this. Jessie Ventura wouldn’t be on TV for very long with his woo woo content if he said what I am sure he knows. I’m not knocking Jessie. He’s the best of the bunch but… people, that little thing called integrity… what’s it worth to you?

The people who did 9/11 control the money supply for most first world nations in the west. This was their intent from long ago. If you control the money you can buy all of the information and entertainment outlets and then control what people hear and see about what happened at any given time. You can buy politicians and important academic, cultural, social and entertainment figures that will lockstep toward ignominy because short term gain is more important than long term gain, their principles and even their asses. I don’t suppose I have to mention their souls?

Just about everyone knows that 9/11 was an inside job at this point and the number of people who know Israel had a big hand in it is increasing by the day. It doesn’t matter. Those entrusted with telling us the truth, keep right on lying in order to maintain the right to lie while they pretend it’s the truth.

Everyone’s waiting for something to happen. Awakened souls are waiting for the cosmic appearance of the one who rips the covers off of the lies and deceits. They keep waiting and wondering what is taking so long. It’s taking so long because of the length of the rope being played out for those who intend to hang themselves upon it. It’s taking so long in order for it to get to a level of absurdity where there can be no doubt as to what is what and who is who. It’s taking so long in order for nations and individuals to mess things up so bad that the only recourse is going to be what follows and you can use your imagination for that.

So, we’ve got another litmus test. It’s the Crimes of Omission Litmus Test. It’s there to turn blue, every time you stick it into someone’s material and a critical element is missing. You can stick it into George Galloway’s speeches. You can stick it into the copy of certain bloggers who think the sun shines out of Julian Assange’s ass. That’s not the sun, that’s a flashlight that’s being used by a returning CIA team in scuba gear, who went in to make adjustments to the circuitry.

I don’t know that I would mind being invited to speak at an important function, or attend some of those nice dinners. I don’t know that I would like it either. I just don’t know because that never happens to me. I could wear my ‘Visible World Tour’ t-shirt which has a dotted line at the belly level and reads, “Only authorized personnel allowed below this point”. Heck, I now know better than to smoke a joint with someone before my time in the rotation comes but I’m mostly troubled by what happens at the entrance, where the security insists that I check one more item along with my coat and hat. They want to give me a plastic chip with a number on it. They tell me I’m not going to need it in there anyway so I might as well let them hold on to my integrity until I’m ready to leave.


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(Where integrity comes from)
Visible sings: ♫ It Must Be Love ♫
'It Must Be Love' is track no. 8 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'


I’m considering doing a mid week radio show soon with a segue to video after a month or so. I don’t know that I’ll start today but you can watch this location to see if I put in a link.

The New Shangri-La (if you got bumped from the membership, just reapply).

An Empire of Lies, Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

‘May your noses always be cold and wet’.

I realize I don’t care much about the news any more; same shit, different sewer. No matter where I get the news I have to listen to people who don’t know what they’re talking about. They get the details right but the timing wrong. They give the details and provide the timing and it doesn’t happen. I’m a philosopher and a mystic (anyone can be one, so I’m not the Lone Ranger and both he and Tonto are dead), what am I doing around news sites to begin with? There isn’t any news, there’s just yesterday’s bad behavior repeating itself.

I’ve been seduced by the news off and on; mainstream, alternative and batshit uncredentialed. Not only are they a bad lay but they predict all kinds of things and haven’t been right yet; they’re going to bomb Iran, another false flag is coming, the dollar is going to crash, the E.U. is going to break up and on and on and on. This caused me to make predictions too. They have been as wrong as the people who got me to believe you could make predictions. It’s all a carnival of enticements, looking for suckers who want to win a Kewpie doll.

I am hoping my saying this will somehow, through some kind of cosmic irony, cause something to happen and we can move out of the impacted, colon phase. Still, I note whenever I go around reading all of these news items, I feel like I had dinner in a bad restaurant. It makes me tired and sick to my stomach. I think I’m going to go on a news fast and if the end of the world shows up, someone can email me. Here’s a good indication that it may not be so far away.

Here’s what I have begun to notice, apart from everything I’m being told and which seems more likely to me than everything I’m being told. There will, of course, be massive riots and die offs in large urban centers. There will be major catastrophic change because of what ‘they’ did in The Gulf of Mexico. There will be a tremendous rise in the costs of fuel and food with all the attendant results but... a lot of places will go on like they always have. Rural agricultural zones around the world will go on doing what they do, in some cases; bartering with each other when they have to and generally maintaining a social construct, without a lot of the crap they never needed flowing in.

The changes will be dramatic in some cases and slow moving in others. Life will go on as death marches across the landscape. The world is going to be transformed, not destroyed. The biggest concern is what Mother Nature is getting up to, not socio-political and economic change. There will be mass migrations of people toward the borders of other countries and there may or may not be massive military engagements. This last is an unknown. It’s been threatening to show up for awhile but has confined itself to selected locations. The motive for this was for resource and geo-political control but, soon enough, other concerns are going to pre-empt earlier plans.

How and where the coming changes will surface is anyone’s guess. Regardless of the chaotic appearance of it all, there’s a force at work, arranging circumstance and events toward a specific goal. A new world is coming and wiser minds should focus on this, not upon the destruction of the old. As the old world goes, those attached to it will follow. As the new world emerges, those connected to it will follow. We are involved in a dynamic, not something haphazard and random. There is a method to what appears to be madness.

One has to understand the often secretive laws that govern what we collectively define as ‘good and evil’. All societies are based upon an aggregate agreement of what that is. This is why laws come about. Good laws are useful, until the point where lawyers get involved and then it’s hard to tell what good and evil are anymore. However, what has generally been understood as good and evil, through the ages, have cosmic laws that attend to their practice. These laws are as inflexible as the law of Karma and are part and parcel of it. As Hamlet said, “There is a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will”.

For the people of our times, it all comes down to what you put your faith in. It also comes down to how connected you are to it. What I mean by this is that there are people who say they believe in something. A time comes when that belief is tested and you find that most people do not actually believe in what they say they believe in. They immediately fall back upon trying to work it out according to personal knowledge and their wits. Beliefs are as easy to state as ordering from a restaurant menu. Lip service seems to be the order of the day. Everyone is going to find out just what this means.

It’s like those who profess to believe in God and set themselves up as representatives of one faith or another, practicing the forms and conventions but ignoring the essence. It’s as if going to church on Sunday is the fulfillment of what is required of you and the rest of the week is covered. My suggestion is to practice something for one hour a week and see how that matches up against someone who practices at every opportunity. The problem is that the more you practice certain things, the more difficult it can become and that is too much for most of us. We want some personal breathing room. The jury is out concerning what we accomplish during this breathing room. I suggest, not much.

There are two main kinds of suffering that attend life on this sphere. One is the general ‘catch all’ suffering that attends every existence by varying degrees. The other is the suffering that attends the effort to achieve something and wanting it more than anything you get put through on the way. This is why there are so many seemingly easy solutions to complex problems and why savvy entrepreneurs make so much money off of them. It’s like popping some processed food into a microwave or making something from scratch. You get the benefit of your industry and this applies across the board with everything.

It’s not hard to meet up with minor officials. It’s more difficult to meet with a senator than a congressman. It’s near impossible to meet the president. It’s pretty easy to talk to the members of a local band and much more difficult to talk to a member of a major rock group. It’s easy to talk to local theater actors and so on and so on. How easy then is it to meet up with the be all and end all? As the I Ching states, “perseverance furthers”.

It’s a little researched truism that we make our greatest progress under the pressures of adversity. There are many examples of people who have risen to great heights as a result of some terrible trauma or persistent misfortune, because the benefits are persistent as well. Everyone is going to get their share of understanding this, sooner than they may expect. It looks like I’m predicting here (grin). Actually, all I’m doing is parroting the guarantees of human destiny, as it has expressed itself over the course of time. You now live in ‘interesting times’.

Any of the rapidly disappearing, well informed students of human history, can tell you that there are long periods where life goes on in a fairly normal fashion in most places around the world. Then there are other times when normal has left the building. This is one of those times. Usually there is some incident that ignites the brushfire madness that has been smoldering for awhile. It goes from trails of smoke into an incendiary conflagration in no time. It’s been building for a long period and all the necessary features are in place. All the opportunistic and deadly assistants are in their spots. It’s as if it was choreographed and it is.

I had some thoughts about personal preparation but that hasn’t gotten me very excited. How am I to know what I will need when I need it? Sure, there are the basics but what about the things I need most? What about the things inside me? So, that’s where my focus has been. I can hardly build an ark if fire is coming, or head for the seashore if it turns out to be water, especially when I don’t know which one it is and especially when it’s going to be some combination of all of them, as we have already seen taking place.

We spend so much time planning and preparing to protect ourselves and our loved ones from pending disasters, without having taken the time to make ourselves into what we will need to be. Nothing may happen. It may just go on and on like it is, only getting worse but that defies all the laws of physics and metaphysics that I have ever seen besides entropy. Maybe a stagnant swamp is our destiny but I can’t seem to accept that and there are still tigers in The Sundarbans.

I was a Boy Scout. I was one merit badge shy of Eagle Scout. That was the Lifesaving Merit Badge (grin). I still believe in ‘be prepared”. However, the question remains; be prepared for what? What do you prepare? Everything on the outside is controlled by the inside.


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Visible sings: ♫ Walk Across the Bridge ♫
Lyrics (pops up)
There will be a radio show this Sunday night at 7:30 Central Time.

The New Shangri-La.

Empty Suits and the Darkness that Moves Them

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I’ve used the phrase ‘empty suit’ on occasion but I wouldn’t want the reader to think that I meant the suit was actually empty. In fact, the suit is filled with something other than what it presents itself as. Obama and Biden are empty suits, filled with the presence and intention of evil. Maybe they believe they are working for the common good (doubtful) but if so, they are so deluded that they should not be holding office. On the other hand, they are conscious ministers of the enemy of humanity. Most of these types are.

If Mother Teresa was what they said she was, she wouldn’t have been going around doing photo-ops with most of the dictators on the planet. She wouldn’t have been punishing those she was supposedly helping. She wouldn’t have forced them to exist under Draconian regime and we would know where all that money went, but we don’t. People like this should not be made into saints.

Billy Graham presents himself as a ‘man of God’. I can’t see where a man of God would brag about what a good friend he was of The Bush Family and speak of them in flattering terms as if they were agents of good. This smacks of ‘serving two masters’, which is a direct antithesis of what one would expect from a genuine article, public figure- committed to serving humanity. Such people should not be accorded the respect conferred on them by the world (the world?).

9/11 is a litmus test and anyone who diminishes or denies that it was a staged event, not done by Arabs, is either too deluded to pay attention to or working for the forces that made it happen. Julian Assange does this and that makes him an empty suit and also another litmus test. Anyone defending Julian Assange should also be suspect. Here’s an article sent to me by a truth outing site. You’ll note that nearly everyone quoted in the article is a ‘member of The Tribe’. You get the feeling that The Tribe makes up a population factor equal to the Chinese or the citizens of India. They don’t. World wide, their entirety makes up a little more than the population of the state of Illinois. This truth outing site sends me a lot of unsolicited news links that add up to a party line. The same applies to most alternative sites. They are intentional servants of the enemy of humanity.

Maybe some of you want to play nice because that means you’ll be hassled less or get a better job working for the very people who don’t play nice. I could care less if The Tribe ran everything that they run, if the world were a better place for it. The world is not a better place for it. Take a look around you and watch the news they manufacture. I could care less about manufactured banking empires, disguised as countries, if that country were not genociding the original inhabitants AND trying to enslave the rest of the world.

If someone presenting themselves as a defender of the rights of oppressed people is defending Julian Assange, then something is wrong with their picture. Something is so or it’s not. There are no shades of gray about it. A lot of people opt out for a certain level of deception, as if it were some kind of comfort zone, whose maintenance was guaranteed by embracing a certain amount of darkness and confusion in order to not make waves. You can’t make deals with deception. It won’t stay where you put it and it won’t remain at a controllable level. It will turn on you and drop your ass into a deeper well of deception. Of course, history may remember you as a great defender of the people (or it might have in the past) but you won’t have been. You will have been an empty suit, just like all those people who promote victim’s needs at disaster sites, where the money goes into escrow accounts for bankers, who use charities as a part of their investment portfolios.

It’s like a lot of these new age gurus and convention speakers who produce all these books and DVDs and create seminars and whole philosophies out of the cobbled together teachings of the genuine article from times past. This is what they’ve been doing for awhile. They cull all these teachings and perspectives and turn them into a kind of junk bond spirituality and they figure all they need is a white outfit and a cosmetic makeover and they become the genuine article. Presto! Just add water and you’re an instant messiah.

The fact is that presenting yourself as something is not the same as actually being it. In order to be this thing you pretend to be, you have to walk a certain road that involves a great deal of sacrifice and hard work; not to mention a few lifetimes of it. You can be a spiritual empty suit but it won’t be what you think it is that fills you. You won’t have the authority to speak and actually change lives in a dramatic way. All you will accomplish is to make people think they’ve been changed, like those healers that can raise someone out of a wheelchair for a few minutes (who often never had a problem walking) for effect. Later they get wheeled out the way they came in.

People tell me I shouldn’t be so hard on people working at jobs they do to support their families, yadda yadda. I’m not that hard on them and I’ve never singled them out. I will say this, your job is to protect your family and if you are living a lie while you are doing it, then you are also opening the gates for them to be exposed to all sorts of dangers that you cannot protect them from because you aren’t doing it. Doing it would require your being truthful with them and you can’t do that if you sell your ass to maintain a status and state in which you sell off the most important part of yourself.

I imagine that some people think that because I don’t have a ‘real job’ and whatever else it is that people unfamiliar with my life think, that somehow I have no perspective on what it takes to get through this world. I’ve had and done most of the things people have done to maintain and until a few years ago I was never more than a paycheck from the street and had very little of anything. I don’t have much now. Somehow I manage to do things for free because I don’t want much and that is the key. Many people arguing about having to support their families have the idea that they are doing it to give their family the good life.

They want their children to attend these false information mills called colleges so that they can get a job working for the forces that manipulate them from cradle to grave just so all of you can get together on the holidays and celebrate something you don’t have and then degenerate into a drunken screaming match. Now, mind, I know some people do possess the real thing. The point is, don’t tell me you can’t live outside all of this and survive because I’ve done it and so have a lot of other people. You want your integrity or you want some illusion in its place? You want your family to realize their potential or do you just want them to fit in and function at some level as cogs in a matrix?

A lot of people are concerned about the ‘guaranteed’ coming political and social upheavals, not to mention soaring food and fuel prices, as well as crashing currencies. These are things to be mindful of but I would be more mindful of Mother Nature if I were you. That’s where the most intense drama is going to come from. Why is this going to happen? Because people have gotten further and further away from their essential core and further and further away from the balance and harmony needed to maintain a collective existence here. The situation has gone beyond self correction, because the mass of you let the psychopathic few take over and they are not likely to make the needed adjustments. They are going to accelerate the problems. Look at the ongoing behavior of the financial institutions in the face of what has been exposed about them, with their mortgage fraud mills, their massive bonuses and their endless excesses and aggressive contempt for the rest of us.

The food and fuel shortages and many of the dire social conditions are being manipulated by them simply for greater profit. This is how business is done in that arena. It’s Mother Nature who has to step in and kick some collective ass in the hope it leads to collective awakening. When I say Mother Nature, I mean just that but I also mean other invisible agencies in concert with visible engines of change.

Take the time to tell people, who present themselves as respected members of ‘the truth movement’ what you think of their weaseling about over what is obvious to most of us. Take the time to check yourself, as I try to do every day, and see if there aren’t some changes you can make. You benefit the whole world when you do this because we are all connected. Every transformative and self corrective act changes the whole world. Every unselfish act and effort at self scrutiny sends ripples across the face of all the oceans on the planet. Each of us possesses the power of the sun so... shine. Don’t darken your countenance just to make it through something you are perpetually free of, so long as you do shine.


End Transmission.......

Patrick Willis narrates:

Empty Suits and the Darkness That Moves Them

Visible sings:

♫ Every Day ♫

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Somewhere Down a Dark Road.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Somewhere down a dark road where few people go, unless they have no choice which, kind of explains what they are doing there... like I said, or started to... somewhere down a dark road are far more people than the few who would go and they got lost or mislead. Now it seems like there are more people down that road than there are out here playing in traffic or looking to do each other’s children; who have become the new after dinner mints for the after party crowd.

I guess the hottest game in town now is “Jews in Jeopardy”. As everyone should know or, if you don’t, someone will point it out to you, one Jewish life is worth about one hundred thousand gentile lives on the open market; then again, who controls the market? Okay, I got it.

It’s like that thing about holocausts. It doesn’t matter if it did happen or what the facts are when the people making all that money off of it, managed to kill ten times, a hundred times; I don’t really know but... way, way more than they claim to themselves. It’s no longer a matter of six million but rather the tens of millions they’ve killed. The real point is that they owe a lot of lives. So, now it’s “Jews in Jeopardy” and probably Jews playing “Jeopardy” but that’s a jeopardy that they just seem to court. These are the end times though, the summing up of an age and more than an age; a complete 12 age cycling of time, longer than most minds can register, or imagine. Right, go mix yourself another glass of Slim Fast: while you ponder the imponderable of your ponderousness and lie to yourself. That’s a talent that is rarely mentioned but universally celebrated, sans cerebration. Party down!!! Why do we never party up?

Someone shot a congress-something who- big surprise- turned out to be a member of The Tribe. Don’t they compose the entire congress already? Aren’t there so many of them now that they have to use WASP names, while they get out of the shower to take a leak? That is, unless they are already pissing on you. It makes it an intricate physiological problem, whether to orgasm or abuse and... why can’t we do both? It’s probably why they need all those organs unless; they really are bad aliens and simply wear them out with greater frequency.

And then, lo and behold... the killer turns out to be a Tribe member from the matriarchal side, while the victim had only a patriarchal end. I’ve been told Fox News is doing all sorts of things, doing what they do best, eating shit and then turning it into commentary. Yes, men and women can both be whores. They give up the same thing after all so, why should one’s sex matter? For that matter, why should sex matter at all? It doesn’t matter to me but... when you’re getting it from a ‘party up’ sort of thing, mere human flesh is not the source of comfort that it appears to be for everyone else; accent on ‘appear’.

“Send lawyers guns and money dad, get me out of this”

Seeing as I have actually studied the occult, instead of commenting on it without any greater resource than the fact that someone said these are elements of an occult ritual, I have to take exception to decaying oranges and skulls. I’ve got some tangerines on my front table right now and unless I keep eating them at a great rate (which I do), they will decay. What kind of grade school moron of a non student of methodologies, that they probably can’t even pronounce, much less have any awareness of, says that oranges and skulls mean anything in the occult? I doubt most people know anything about the hidden side of things, which makes it okay for ‘unnamed sources’ to ‘Hollywood’ something with oranges and skulls. I’d like the lubricate J. Assange with orange pulp and stick Henry Kissinger’s head up his ass. Ah, excuse me someone else preceded the operation.

Really people... how stupid are you??? Pretty fucking stupid and pardon my French and why does it have to be French to begin with? Don’t most of you curse in your own language? God’s not dead, he’s merely hiding and you can see him in the morning when the sun is rising. That’s as much god as you are ever going to get. Like I said, I have studied the hidden side of things. I have read Cornelius Agrippa and Jacob Boehme. I have read The Sacred Magic of Abremelin the Mage. I’ve read The Golden Bough and pretty much everything that’s out there. My occult library would dwarf your expectations. I know the difference between Santamaria and other forms of voodoo... and hoodoo according to John Fogarty. I know what the Sepher Yetzirah and The Zohar are; oranges and skulls? Good luck with that.

I’ve read two books worth reading in my life and those are The Way of Life and the Bhagavad-Gita. I don’t include the others for my own reasons... oranges and skulls? That sounds like Fox News to me. I don’t much care about congress-somethings getting shot. There should be more of them but please... get the bankers first. Please, please, bankers first; to the white courtesy phone, to the VIP lounge. I think VIP is just the short form for vipers or... is it, Very Important Pronouns?

Dark roads and dark minds, led and mislead and going on their own. I know Jack Shit, Jack Shit was a friend of mine and you are no Jack Shit. Confused? Gee, that’s too bad.

Most of the time I feel like I am talking to myself but... there’s so much of myself out there that I can draw a crowd if I just stick to something besides skulls and oranges. The people who come here aren’t stupid, or else they haul ass in a hurry, because they have to expend most of their energy on hauling their asses. Some of us ride on them but this isn’t two thousand years ago. This is now and payback is coming. A dead congress-something is not the worst thing that can happen. The death of an ordinary person is much more significant as far as I am concerned.

You are seeing the tip of the iceberg, or Goldberg or Goldman with his sacks. People are pissed and, as usual, it is presenting itself in surprising ways, because the people starting it are the people behind it. This victim thing is worn out and the more they push it, the more it gets ridden hard and put away dead. Even a moron can catch a clue if you hit him in the head with the same two by four often enough. Intelligence can be beaten into you. I am living proof of that.

You people just keep on doing what you’re doing and that will work with speed against the collapsing center. Irie!!!

Remember, dead babies don’t grow on trees and it takes a strong man to bring a camel to his knees. Everything else is borderline. I had a reader send me an email telling me that I might have a borderline personality... heh heh... maybe one of them is. I had another reader ask me, saying, “I hear you talk to God. I just want to ask you, does God ever recommend any books?” I did not know how to answer this person. Can you figure this out?

Well, the bad guys will keep doing bad things and the rest of us will try to hang in there but time is short now. The whole house of cards is coming down and God help those standing nearby. How screwed up does it have to get before people start thinking about what is important? How messed up does it have to get before we stop helping it mess up? How far do we have to go before we realize we are headed in the wrong direction and how long before we stop confusing a hardon with an erection?

It’s not my problem and I should never have come back here but it’s too late for that now. All one can accomplish at this point is to keep on keeping on. Bodhisattva work isn’t what it used to be.


End Transmission.......

You are Invited to the Wedding of Stupidity and Vanity.

Dog Poet Transmitting........

As the times get more intense, as the result of the shit we’ve been fed having expanded to such an all encompassing buffet of deviant taste sensations, running the gamut of every possible combination of shit, presenting itself as whatever we used to enjoy but now only go through the motions of, because... well, because it’s shit and not what we originally were attracted to, we find that the shit has expanded to encompass our entire universe and is forced to compress itself for want of space. It keeps reproducing itself so that it has to keep compressing and the more it compresses, the denser it gets.

As it continues to compress, because it is on a rampage of reproduction, it starts to heat up because, intense compression creates heat. Will this 'first matter', steaming under the silver chaffing dish of Paracelsus, ignite into a flambé of culinary surprise or... will it cause the whole world to catch fire and teach us the meaning of flaming shit? Will we find that the boat of our bright promise is nothing more than a flaming dumpster, surfing the dead waters of dying oceans or, will the compression yield a diamond in the end, despite all our efforts to set ourselves on fire, because we are dumber than a rock and certainly dumber than every woman who believes in rocks and thinks wearing one will make the claws that she calls hands somehow attractive, under the false light of the eminent domain of immeasurable vanity, waiting at the alter for stupidity to make its way before the pedophile priest; there to be joined in unholy matrimony?

Stupidity and vanity is a great match. Together they can easily turn the whole world into shit and retarded Blade Runner replicants, whose singular calling is to make shit into God and work over the face of beauty with box-cutters, until Picasso is the babysitter and Edvard Munch tells you what you’ve done. Don’t worry; you’ve got eternity to enjoy it in. Let me explain to you the meaning of Heaven and Hell. You get to live forever in a world of your own creation, depending on your inspiration. Looks like stupidity and vanity are going to have some interesting holiday get-togethers. I imagine it as something like The Fockers taking the brown acid at Altamont, with the Hell’s Angels, at their getaway in Yucca Mountain, Nevada, forever and ever, with The Stasi, The Cheka and the Khmer Rouge working the door, serving the guests and doing the lap dances.

I’ve got a new litmus test. You may remember that I authored the original litmus test of measuring a person’s integrity, truthfulness and honor against what they have to say about 9/11. It seems like a lot of people who managed some kind of a ‘false positive’ with that one are now bigging up Julian Assange. Julian Assange failed the 9/11 litmus test but somehow that’s okay in the eyes of our new emergent Chomskyites. I suspect the Palestinians really are in trouble when their most lauded and highly paid defenders among the enemy, turn out to be the enemy too. I’m not going to link anything here and I don’t play the sax. I’ll leave it to you to suss it out.

I can’t say I always like my job or the odds, but I’ll be damned like they are if I don’t say what needs to be said, even if I do it a tad obliquely. If you’re not bright enough to get what I’m saying, then I guess you are already thinking about what you are going to wear to the wedding reception. For all I know, you’re a relative. Everyone defending Assange is either in the wedding party or one of the people chaining the exit doors before they set the rented hall on fire.

I’ve been a student of arcane modalities for most of my life. That includes phrenology and a lot of other things that all tend to meld with each other. This is how I can look at someone and decide if I want to talk to them or let them get anywhere near me. I’ve got an astrological chart that shows the presence of camouflaged enemies, all up and down the pike. When I was younger and had my own flings with stupidity and vanity, I was meat, simply because a big heart and a trusting nature can get you into a heap of trouble when you’re one of the people God likes to watch on TV for his own entertainment.

If you are defending Assange and you are being hosted on alternative news gathering sites, you are part of the wedding party. Whether you are sitting on the bride’s side or the grooms doesn’t matter. Generally I would suspect you are with the people who chain the exit doors. Basically, you are a vitriolic HIV mutation that pretends to be the thing pretending to be the thing that is intent on killing others while offering them lunch. There’s no wiggle room here and the good news is that you are outing yourself with every move you make. It gives new meaning to being ridden hard and put away wet.

It’s a wonder of divine precognition that I started getting emails from people a few weeks ago that were telling me that someone I’ve never even mentioned before was a really okay person. Why go through this trouble unless something was coming up that might make me think about it? Baby, I’m thinking about it now and you lose. Anyone defending Andy Warhol lite is deep disinfo and you can take the A train till doomsday’s break but you’re not going to 5/4 yourself into my good graces any time soon. You can take five with Brubeck and you can play at the wedding but you can’t come to my house for the after party no matter how many mansions may exist in my father’s house.

Let me tell you a little secret about the kabala and world rule. Way back before history started getting written, before and after the fact, and wound up being the kind of record you have to play backwards to understand, there was a culture that was ruled by The Chaldeans, they came out of a Sumerian context which came out of something that preceded it and they had a flame alphabet and a magical understanding that you can study in the Sacred Magic of Abramalin the Mage. The whole thing about magic is that it involves intercourse with angels and demons. You’ll find this to be true no matter where you start your inquiries. You’ll also find that it all takes place in your mind and the whole intricate schematic of Ceremonial Magic is just window dressing for The Will, as it enforces and manifests itself. I’m talking from experience; not that I need magic anymore, or ever did. I had it given to me and threw it away; smart move. It won me friends that no fortune on Earth can buy.

Anyway, magic runs in two directions. It’s an abacus and much like the kundalini is can reverse itself. It can accomplish the alchemical marriage or become a calculated butt-fucking for personal profit; forget the pleasure angle, though that is included, it’s not the actual focus, except for the domination of the ones being buggered. Our world today is an expression of what happens when a group of people get their hands on the most efficient means of making anything happen and degrade it into something ugly and profane. It wasn’t theirs to begin with. They stole it and now they’re using it on you 24/7. The good news is that there are representatives of the right application present and the right application beats the wrong application every time; no contest. Patience is the hallmark of those who possess it. Patience has done its job. Remember not to ask God for patience because he will give you something to be patient about. Anyway, the time is at hand and though I’m talking in riddles, kind of, the ones who aren’t in the wedding party are getting it, I hope.

You’ve heard that in 2012 the Earth will reverse its rotation. You’ve heard that the sun is rising more and more to the side of what it was used to doing. You’ve heard a lot of things and most of them are lies but not all of them. I could mention some Biblical statements about false prophets deceiving the very elect but I suspect you know that, unless you are in the wedding party and remember, there are a number of people who think they possess droit de seigneur. This is going to turn out to give a whole new meaning to “go fuck yourself”.

I’m tired of liars and false representatives of the good of the people. I’m tired of people sucking the air out of the room with their own celebrity and all the calculating, preening spokes-ogres for something we don’t even see anymore but we are assured is intact just like the virginity of stupidity and vanity. They are endlessly virgin and standing at the top of the stairs repeating, “Hello Sailor” like one of those pull cord, Mae West dolls. Sorry, those don’t exist except in real life.

You think Assange is legitimate? That means that you are not. You’re defending this albino, Tavistock enhanced, toad because you learned something we already know and didn’t find important, except that it exonerates the people reversing the kabala? Good luck with that. I call them as I see them and there’s no degree of difficulty with that, unless you’re with the wedding party. Well... you party down, cause down is the direction and Mother Earth is waiting to show you how she feels about all the deep respect you’ve shown her.

As I have said a number of times, be very careful about how you treat the feminine principle because that’s the medium that bears you into each new life. The actual definition of karma should be, payback is a bitch”. She doesn’t have to be and she doesn’t want to be. It’s your call. She’s the be all and end all of everything I love and I expect to see her at my own wedding party in the Sahasrara. If you want to see her in the Sahara, since you think you know all about letters and numbers and can’t be fooled, even while you are fooling others, or you want to see her in The Congo or have mistaken punishment for love then, you be my guest and fail the litmus test. Go ahead, make my day.


End Transmission........

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


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