Reversing your Course on The River of no Return

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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!


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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

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.


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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

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.


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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

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.


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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

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.


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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

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.


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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

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)


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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

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

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

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).


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