Hog Lagoon Heaven in the Late Great American States.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Visible and The Critical List: ♫ Camouflage ♫
'Camouflage' is track no. 8 of 8 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'La Vierge Sperme Danceur'
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Back to my book.

The Janus Anus, Self Sodomizing Hiatus

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May your noses always vibrate to Ganesha's trunk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Visible sings: ♫ Vanity ♫
'Vanity' is track no. 7 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'
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Michael Rivero is running for President. I mentioned to him that it would be a good idea to have me as the VP. One of the most important things on a presidential ticket is balance. We have that. Michael is sane and I am insane. Michael is rational and I am intuitive. Michael doesn't believe in God, I do. Michael is handsome and engaging. I am not. I could go on and on and... Michael would probably like me to but I'm planning on seeing Croupier in a few minutes, so I must demure. I'll be back in about ten days or, if the book takes longer, for some reason, it might be as much as a week before I return.

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

Watching Sick City Disappear in my Rear View Mirror

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Visible sings: ♫ Iridescent Dreams ♫
'Iridescent Dreams' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
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There will be a radio broadcast Sunday night.

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

Step on the Gas and Save your Ass!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE EMPRESS



...about that.

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

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

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

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

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


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



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

This weekends radio show is now available for streaming.

The Awakening, Planetary Wide, Slumber Party Hoedown

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

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

Yeehah! Grab your partner!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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



Radio show tomorrow night.

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

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

The Cowardice Implicit in our Denial of the Truth

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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



This evening's Radio show is now up.

Deaf Beethoven, Listening to Timeless Music

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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



There will be a radio show Sunday night.

Concerning Ravenous, Insatiable Beasts with Human Faces.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

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

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

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

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

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

Lao Tzu also said;

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

How accurately does this mirror the present state of affairs?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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