Saturday, September 05, 2009

And the Horse you Rode in On

There is one thing happening in these times and one thing only and that is a choice of direction. There is nothing else. It is either all about down here or it is about migrating to a higher plane where down here becomes up there but still somewhere in between. For me it is preferable to go up there because the thrill is gone down here anyway and up there has what I seek as a natural part of the environment, the same way we have earth and water here. Of course the next realm is only a way station for sorting out new capacities to gain the understanding and wisdom needed to eventually become the self-contained reality that we see in the Buddhas and others where they have manifested a world in which everything may become aligned to the essence; our destiny being to shine like the stars at night upon that black ignorance which is the confusions of form and impermanence... the body kaleidoscope turning the endless permutations of the same into the variations of geometry and color that keep us thinking we can make something new out of what is the same thing. Of course we can. It is what we do and we do it for the purpose of distraction from the primary purpose and that is essentially what life is; us distracted in the midst, seeking the balancing state of eternity in the midst or... seeking something else. Balance isn't static. It is always adjusting... through lives, time and karma until finally coming into a state of imperceptible shifts of indwelling fullness, filled with the qualities of God or something else.

Pause... ‘for’ the moment and... (in respect of our recent conversations here) let’s deliver this in a model that might be familiar and allow for a deeper penetration than what is available at the last grab item stands at the checkout counter; be they candies or magazines or books.

The first paragraph went by way too fast. The second was an interlude. This one wants to point out that ‘there’ is ‘here’. Sometimes people think Heaven is an ‘other place’ that you go to and... it’s true... there is something that represents passage and... something leads you ...and this is true of Heaven and Hell and degrees between because it is all suffering at some point until there is no point in suffering because you got the point. Is this relatively clear? Accidents that aren’t accidents happen like “Heaven’s Gate” when people become confused about here and there. Heaven and Hell are part of you. The problem is in the adjustment of the kingdoms to one another within the person in search of whatever that might be. Different things lead to different places but it’s always here and it’s always now.

As long as you can draw a breath there is hope within it and the possibility of a changed direction. The appropriate place to start is right in the act of how you are treating someone else and what that has to do with what you want because what you want has to do with where you are going and ‘how’ you want it has something to do with the ease of the ride. Intense spiritual desire is no less painful than other pursuits though it does have the redemption of the destination. Yes, it hurts. The question should be, why does it hurt?

Getting into things is often easier than getting out of them. No matter what anyone tells you, anything you wish for, aspire to, work for, scheme after and all of the possible combinations require changes. Change is seldom comfortable but it is changing. Change is often exciting and it can be terrifying too. We intentionally terrify ourselves. By example I can give you amusement rides; white water affairs. dark diving, spelunking inquiries after types of matter ...or escape from the same... scary movies... walking in the woods or down dark streets at night. Why are you there to begin with? What do you think you will find? The problem is that we are all lost because we can’t remember where we came from and so we are ‘here’; wherever here is. Depending on the individual that can be just about anywhere and there you are, right now, in ‘this’ life at this point and


Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An Angel writing in a book of gold:


Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."

"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one who loves his fellow men."

The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!”



Poetry can be hijacked but truth never. You will note the last paragraph in the link and possibly understand that forces are also at work to make life uncomfortable and to demand that you give cause for why you are here and that your presence requires your engagement in things that you may or may not want to have anything to do with.

Yes, here we are. What are we going to do about it? That we shall see because everyone is doing something according to what they think is real and according to whom they think is in control of the whole of the oyster; if oyster it be.

We are not just what we are but we are also what we are in respect (or the lack of) of what is moving around us. At this time there’s a great deal of manipulation at work because various powerful agendas are on their way to a meeting with the source of power itself. These agendas are aware and unaware of this, depending.

Some agendas are informed no further than the horse on which they ride and do not know that that horse may well be another creature whose ear is tuned to the whistle of his real master. No, they’re just out riding in some conveyance. It could be a limousine or it could be a tank. It could be an airplane and it could be a ship or it could be a horse disguised as everything else but the point is that it is moving and they are going. Some know where they are going and some do not. Some care and some do not care. Some want this and some want that and there is an enormous amount of things to want that are useless and incidental to the thing itself. All that interests me is the thing itself but... the distractions are great.

I believe along with Lao Tzu that the solution must begin with me. To the degree that I can live according to what is true then that will be true of me. It is no matter to me what the laws of the lands and elements in the hands of those forging the world for their own purposes demand or insist or compel to be but rather what I would make of me. I would rather not have war on my borders. Therefore there should be no war inside myself and everything will follow of its own accord until the world is made whole again.

This is just to say that this ‘every moment is the same moment’ is also the point of change and the point of impact. You can start in this very moment to listen for that whistle; if whistle it be. In relation to the degree of surrender, the door will open accordingly. In relation to the degree of letting go, it will all go away. Is it old wine in new bottles or new wine in old bottles that you should or shouldn’t do?

Sometimes neither option is correct because the imponderables are not just this or that. They are something beyond this and that. They might even contain this and that. There is a force or there is not. It is real or it is not. If it is real and alive, it is probably conscious and aware of you so that might be the place to start. I think, regardless of all of whatever else is out there and in there that this would be my primary concern. Once having established that it is real and alive and conscious and indwelling how do I contact it? You should be laughing at this point and that would also mean you have your answer or will be getting one soon.

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

Color Ball by Les Visible


The New Shangri-La.

27 comments:

Anonymous said...

"Lord Kalki will appear in the home of a religious and highly gentle brahmana, Sri Vishnu Yasa, in a village named Sambhala. He will ride on a fast-moving steed and suppress the wicked. The swift horse on which He will ride to suppress the doers of evil will be named Devadatta."

Srila Narahari Thakura has written in his Bhakti-ratnakara that those who call themselves God are the disciples of Kali. Their punisher is Lord Kalkideva:

"He who declares himself to be God is extremely sinful. All call him a jackal or a cheat. Such dreadful ominous barbarians will be punished by Kalki-avatara."

Anonymous said...

William Butler Yeats wrote much incredible poetry but one stands out for me and seems to be the situation we find ourselves in today.



The Poem by William Butler Yeats:



The Second Coming



Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.



Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all around it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Anonymous said...

I could not get this one all in the last post.


Another I am sure most of you have encountered are the poems by Mother Shipton written somewhere in the 1500s and 43 years before Colombus.

She definitely had the power as Geronimo would say. She was also burned at the stake for her efforts by those of her day who were looking for the "bad guys."

http://2012supplies.com/what_is_2012/mother_shipton_prophecy_2012.html

http://www.geocities.com/robbi01/shipton.html


A carriage without horse shall go;
Disasters fill the world with woe.
In London, Primrose Hill shall be,
Its centre hold a Bishop's See.
Around the world men's thoughts shall fly
Quick as the twinkling of an eye
And waters shall great wonders do,
How strange, and yet it shall come true.

Then upside down the world shall be,
And gold found at the root of tree;
Through towering hill proud men shall ride,
No horse nor ass move at his side.
Beneath the waters men shall walk;
Shall ride, shall sleep and even talk.
And in the air men shall be seen,
In white and black and even green.
A great man then shall come and go,
For prophecy declares it so.

In water iron then shall float
As easy as a wooden boat,
Gold shall be found in stream or stone,
In land that is as yet unknown.
Water and fire shall wonders do,
And England shall admit a Jew.

The Jew that once was held in scorn,
Shall of a Christian then be born. [borne?]
A house of glass shall come to pass
In ENGLAND - but alas!
A war will follow with the work,
Where dwells the pagan and the Turk.
The states will lock in fiercest strife
And seek to take each other's life.
When North shall thus divide South
The eagle build in lion's mouth.
Then tax and blood and cruel war
Shall come to every humble door.

Three times shall lovely sunny France
Be lead to play a lovely dance,
Before the people shall be free.
The tyrant rulers shall she see.
Three rulers in succession be,
Each sprang from different dynasty.

Then, when fiercest fight is done
England and France shall be as one.
The British olive next shall twine
In marriage with the German vine.
Men walk beneath and over streams
Fulfilled shall be our strangest dreams.

All England's sons that plough the land -
Shall oft be seen with Book in hand.
The poor shall then True Wisdom know
And waters, wind, where corn did grow.
Great houses stand in farflung vale,
All covered o'er with snow and hail.

And now a word in uncouth rhyme
Of what shall be in future time,
For in the wondrous far off days,
The women shall adopt a craze
To dress like men and trousers wear
And cut off their lovely locks of hair.
They'll ride astride with brazen brow
As witches on a broomstick now
Then love shall die and marriage cease,
And nations wane as births decrease.
The wives shall fondle cats and dogs
And men live much the same as hogs.

In nineteen-hundred twentysix
Build houses light of straw and sticks,


And roaring monsters with man atop
Do seem to eat the verdant crop.
And men shall fly as birds do now,
And give away the horse and plough.
When pictures live with movements free,
When boats like fishes swim the sea,
When men like birds shall scour the sky
Then half the world, blood drenched shall die.

For then shall mighty war be planned
And fire and sword sweep the land.
But those who live the century through
In fear and trembling this will do;
Flee to the mountains and the dens
To bog and forest and wild fens
For storms shall rage and oceans roar,
When Gabriel stands on sea and shore
And when he blows his horn
Old worlds shall die and new be born.

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Anonymous said...

Dublin Mick here again

Ian Lungold and Chris Valentine do a wonderful job here of explaining the Mayan calendar briefly. It is really the evolution of consciousness as opposed to the Gregorian calendar which only measures time.

I am convinced there are so many people on the earth at this time to witness something spectacular they will never forget and always carry it forward in their consciousness.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiieVFUYOl8

Anonymous said...

Dublin Mick
There were also parts of Mother Shipton's prophecies on the outer edge of the scroll.




For those who live the century through
In fear and trembling this shall do.
Flee to the mountains and the dens
To bog and forest and wild fens.


For storms will rage and oceans roar
When Gabriel stands on sea and shore
And as he blows his wondrous horn
Old worlds die and new be born.


A fiery dragon will cross the sky
Six times before this earth shall die
Mankind will tremble and frightened be
for the sixth heralds in this prophecy.


For seven days and seven nights
Man will watch this awesome sight.
The tides will rise beyond their ken
To bite away the shores and then
The mountains will begin to roar
And earthquakes split the plain to shore.


And flooding waters, rushing in
Will flood the lands with such a din
That mankind cowers in muddy fen
And snarls about his fellow men.


He bares his teeth and fights and kills
And secrets food in secret hills
And ugly in his fear, he lies
To kill marauders, thieves and spies.


Man flees in terror from the floods
And kills, and rapes and lies in blood
And spilling blood by mankinds hands
Will stain and bitter many lands


And when the dragon's tail is gone,
Man forgets, and smiles, and carries on
To apply himself - too late, too late
For mankind has earned deserved fate.


His masked smile - his false grandeur,
Will serve the Gods their anger stir.
And they will send the Dragon back
To light the sky - his tail will crack
Upon the earth and rend the earth
And man shall flee, King, Lord, and serf.


But slowly they are routed out
To seek diminishing water spout
And men will die of thirst before
The oceans rise to mount the shore.


And lands will crack and rend anew
You think it strange. It will come true.


And in some far off distant land
Some men - oh such a tiny band
Will have to leave their solid mount
And span the earth, those few to count,
Who survives this (unreadable) and then
Begin the human race again.


But not on land already there
But on ocean beds, stark, dry and bare
Not every soul on Earth will die
As the Dragons tail goes sweeping by.


Not every land on earth will sink
But these will wallow in stench and stink
Of rotting bodies of beast and man
Of vegetation crisped on land.


But the land that rises from the sea
Will be dry and clean and soft and free
Of mankinds dirt and therefore be
The source of man's new dynasty.


And those that live will ever fear
The dragons tail for many year
But time erases memory
You think it strange. But it will be.


And before the race is built anew
A silver serpent comes to view
And spew out men of like unknown
To mingle with the earth now grown
Cold from its heat and these men can
Enlighten the minds of future man.


To intermingle and show them how
To live and love and thus endow
The children with the second sight.
A natural thing so that they might
Grow graceful, humble and when they do
The Golden Age will start anew.


The dragon's tail is but a sign
For mankind's fall and man's decline.
And before this prophecy is done
I shall be burned at the stake, at one
My body singed and my soul set free
You think I utter blasphemy
You're wrong. These things have come to me
This prophecy will come to be.






These verses were on the outer wrapping of the scrolls


I know I go - I know I'm free
I know that this will come to be.
Secreted this - for this will be
Found by later dynasty

A dairy maid, a bonny lass
Shall kick this stone as she does pass
And five generations she shall breed
Before one male child does learn to read.


This is then held year by year
Till an iron monster trembling fear
eats parchment, words and quill and ink
And mankind is given time to think.


And only when this comes to be
Will mankind read this prophecy
But one mans sweets anothers bane
So I shall not have burned in vain.

Anonymous said...

Dublin Mick
Sorry to take up so much space but his is a long one.


This section was kept apart from the other and it appears
to have been written together yet was in a separate jar...


The signs will be there for all to read
When man shall do most heinous deed
Man will ruin kinder lives
By taking them as to their wives.

And murder foul and brutal deed
When man will only think of greed.
And man shall walk as if asleep
He does not look - he many not peep
And iron men the tail shall do
And iron cart and carriage too.


The kings shall false promise make
And talk just for talkings sake
And nations plan horrific war
The like as never seen before
And taxes rise and lively down
And nations wear perpetual frown.


Yet greater sign there be to see
As man nears latter century
Three sleeping mountains gather breath
And spew out mud, and ice and death.
And earthquakes swallow town and town,
In lands as yet to me unknown.


And christian one fights christian two
And nations sigh, yet nothing do
And yellow men great power gain
From mighty bear with whom they've lain.


These mighty tyrants will fail to do
They fail to split the world in two.
But from their acts a danger bred
An ague - leaving many dead.
And physics find no remedy
For this is worse than leprosy.


Oh many signs for all to see
The truth of this true prophecy.

Anonymous said...

thank you Les for more harmonious words...peace neil

Anonymous said...

so ben learned that he was true,and all them men he led were too,and in respect ben said again,he asked his master and his friend,this time we'll go and get some more,we will try to lead them all through the door,from every nation every piece of land and bring the plants the tree's and animals by hand,everything that does exist,the sea's the mountains and the fish,and when it has happened the work is done,we can live in peace at one together under the sun...peace neil

Anonymous said...

the peace of man is all I desire,but as a man Im not admired,but I dont really mind I'm not perfect,after all I'm just a man who tries to see in depth,many places I have been to see, but one stands out when I was there it felt like all was free,now I'm not talking about money,Im talking about something all men need to see,a place where all men need to go,it seems as though everything does glow,a place its in the room right now,in my heart,my soul I dont know how,now if this is not paradise it must be the way,if I think good thoughts it allows me to play,but only God knows the path I just wish he would show,well I suppose he does with the feelings that grow...peace neil

psychegram said...

That was fabulous. Particularly this:

"I believe along with Lao Tzu that the solution must begin with me. To the degree that I can live according to what is true then that will be true of me. It is no matter to me what the laws of the lands and elements in the hands of those forging the world for their own purposes demand or insist or compel to be but rather what I would make of me. I would rather not have war on my borders. Therefore there should be no war inside myself and everything will follow of its own accord until the world is made whole again."

Just from a lyrical perspective ... wow. That line really resonated with me. That's exactly how I've come to see things. It encapsulates perfectly the emerging paradigm, where what a person has inside oneself is seen as infinitely greater value than any piece of legislation or other dictate of a far-off ruler. They're redundant if all rule themselves from within, and also useless because a population of the truly self-ruled are beyond the possibility of any command, save of course that of God. Consciousness of the essential identity between oneself and God makes all the preceding infinitely easier to obtain ... which of course is why throughout the course of history so many obstacles have been thrown up to impede that awareness.

psychegram said...

Thanks for posting the Mother Shipton, Dublin Mick. That's some terrifying stuff, for sure ... paints quite a grim picture. And yet fascinatingly accurate ... the part about yellow men gaining power from laying with a bear, pretty obviously a reference to China and Russia. Wonder if Russia had the bear association going on back when this was written (when was this written?)

Of course, as always with these things, there's no way to verify the provenance of much of it....

Anonymous said...

Dublin Mick

That was a good question and it spurred my curiosity as far as Russia and the bear symbol.

I had to look around on this one as far as the bear symbol. Apparently it goes back to Russia's ancient inhabitants who had very similar religious practices to America's native population which also reveres the bear. If I had to render a guess I would say probably holding many of the views of Mother shipton.

I don't know if the views are all that frightening. I suppose it all depends on how attached you are to your present situation. Man has done a pretty good job of making life here hell for everyone across the board.

The earth is a living entity and I am not sure how much more she is willing to tolerate. Mother Shipton to me is pretty much saying what the Hopi, Nostradamus, Cayce and host of others are saying concerning a purification. She just uses such impressive prose in her endeavors.

The dragon's tail sounds a lot like Stitchin's 12th planet to me. What do you think?

Visible said...

Interesting that all of this is surfacing now given what I am expecting in the turn of the year.

Thank you Dublin Mick.

Whomever put up the Yeats poem thank you to.

Well... what the heck, thank you all around.

I have strange visions of late of folk from the UK and other nordic climes as some combination of hippie, Goth and apocalyptic survivors eating some sort of Lembas like grain and fruit in raw yogurt mixes; hard-handed, brawny and fierce but friendly for all that.

Odd.

Visible said...

There is a new stew simmering in the Petri Dish-


Surfing the Beaches of Deadwood with Lt. Col. Kilgore.

William Wilson said...

hi les, best.
a rough guidline, helps me, is this-
Set inner peace as a priority.

Anonymous said...

when death comes like the hungry bear in Autumn and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to bury me, and snaps the purse shut...

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering; what is it going to be like, that dark cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood....and I think of each life as a flower as common as a field daisy, and as singular.

And each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.

When it's over I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

-----Mary Oliver-----

Visible said...

On that note, Mary-

Gone Baby Gone.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for the Mother Shipton writings.
REALLY interesting that they were written BEFORE Columbus discoverded America.
Mouser

Anonymous said...

Dublin Mick

Visible that poem the second coming stunned me when I first read it years ago especially 20 centuries of stony silence vexed by a rocking cradle.

The rocking cradle definitely has to be Iraq, the cradle of civilization. Yeats had a second sight no doubt about it.

I have often pondered over the years what the prophets are trying to relay to us. For instance there is Issiah. How can the world stand still for two days and we experience darkness? The rational answer is a pole shift.

We see in Norway the doomsday seed vault and the ability to take half the population under ground and the same in Russia at Yamatu Mountain. The Hopi say don't go underground stand with mother earth no matter what happens, accept your transformation. I like it!

It is hard to say what will happen other than we live in momentous times. I see in the view zone

http://www.viewzone.com/milkyway.html

we are not even from the milky way we have been adopted. The milky way is gobbling up our origial galazy the brown dwarf like a cannibal. Soon by 2012 we will be in the middle of it all. At the very least one would have to wonder what kind of debri will be kicking about. (wormwood?)

Another possibility is Betelguese. I saw that on Rense. I can tell most of you here read that one. I do also along with the truthseeker and Sorcha. LOL
You gotta love Sorcha she is wrong 50% of the time but stays with it. Her drama is unmatched.

Anyway on the Betelguese Nova here is the article. Nobody knows what this means including the author.

I noticed in another post you indicated you need more light. I do absorb what you have to say. Well there is some on the way!

http://www.rense.com/general86/boom.htm

You have my word on it someday all of us somewhere will be laughing about what it is like riding in the back of a van on a demon infested planet with Lucifer behind the wheel shifting into fifth gear. Everyone will be picking you for information so take it all in.

Have all your facts together so you can relay it to all who will listen.

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up-


We'll all Be Rewarded when the Shit Hits the Fan.

Anonymous said...

Thanks Les, I sometimes hate the use of the word me, but well used my friend. To move between change and to seek balance, I have tried and still must work very hard not to get sidetracked by my own worldly wants!

Dublin Mick
Thanks and keep lookin!!! All pictures and symbols are for your eyes only!!! For some reason many mothers have told this tell, wise it would be to thanks them, change has patterns but untill you see these prophecies within you, you will not see the images our mothers created?
LeMat

Anonymous said...

Any of you remember him? I was in the astrodome in Houston for the introduction of the 15 year old Lord of the Universe.

http://gurumaharajji.com/

Anonymous said...

Lemat

You are pretty sure I don]t don't see anything

I will keep working on it grasshopper

Anonymous said...

The Hindus and Buddhists are most certainly not immune to the effects of Kali yuga.

That's for sure.

Anonymous said...

Dublin Mick
Since there seemed to be some interest in the "dragon's tail" some may be interested to know it is the Chinese symbol, the red dragon. I will leave a link to it.

I think one will have to admit the Chinese have known about this for a very long time.

"Another great example of the Destroyer comes from Chinese mythology. The Chinese have an ancient tradition of a celestial dragon chasing a red pearl within the clouds above. This unique gem has flames rising from its fiery surface and is always connected in some manner to the dragon’s body, itself."

This is a very good pic of the dragon's tail if you scroll down.

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/hercolobus/kolbrin_08.htm

There is also some very good youtube video of planet X and the dragon's tail on this site. There is definitely something out there.

If you wish to see some youtube footage of the planet (some times called Nibiru or the second sun of Issiah) our earth was once a part of go here. It appears just to the right of the sun.

http://2012poleshift.wetpaint.com/page/2009+Nibiru+News%2C+Sightings%2C+Videos+from+Around+the+World

Anonymous said...

Rahu and Ketu.