Sunday, October 31, 2010

Halloween is a Many Fractured Thing

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

It’s Halloween but is it hallowing. Do we have hallowed halls? Is it hallowed or hollow and filled with hungry ghosts? Present day religions have been grafted upon the ones which preceded them and because we are in an age of darkness it is possible we have left our enlightenment behind.

I feel like the richest man in the world today. All of my life I was beset by seemingly insurmountable troubles with a few small windows of beautiful being and possibility. It is only in recent days that I have been granted a wider field and a deeper field of vision; inwardly and outwardly. I think of finding a place in the Andes. I often thought of Australia and then New Zealand. I dream about the Himalayas but so much, practically everything, is ruled by karma. So it is for me and you, most of the time, but the apocalypse is making things possible that were not possible before. We have such an opportunity now that I could not begin to imagine the possibility of the words needed to describe it.

We have created our virtual New Shangri-La but we don’t even interact there, most of us. I left it there for a year and came back and try to check in when I can. The membership is increasing at a rapid rate but not much interplay. It’s as if we are all ready, but waiting. My invisible friends have been an enormous help to me. If I were to give any real advice that I thought was useful I would say that it is good to have invisible friends. It’s good to have friends, period.

In the hallowed halls of Congress the only friends that you have are hungry ghosts and negatively charged electric eels that suit the waters and shock into submission anyone and everyone. Most of the people looking to hang out there aren’t very good swimmers anyway. They think they are but if they were good swimmers the things that happen in the country wouldn’t be happening.

Halloween is happening in Congress all year long. Maybe on Halloween it actually reverses itself. I’m thinking today will be an unusual day (lately they all are) but I must say it is unusually good for me.  Woodmen bring me buckets of fresh pressed cider to go with my Robert Gray Holistic Horizons colon cleanses. I didn’t link it because I don’t do advertising, or maybe I do but I’m not walking through the halls of congress. I used to dress like I usually do on Halloween.  People would ask me why I didn’t have a costume and I would just be dressed normal and I said that I am coming as a serial killer who looks like everyone else.

I don’t know if you should follow my lead but I prefer to be away from staged events of cartoonist’s and clown’s performances when I can have glistening leaves in the glooming of October night. Nature is my lover and I like to think about that when my friend and lover is not well then maybe it’s not time to pony up at the well of false beliefs. There’s never a good time for that. It’s just shades of gray.

There is so much beauty but still the sectarianism. The times that I used the name of Jesus Christ in one of my songs it had more to do with the way people use it as an expletive or a reaction where you might say the most common of four letter words. Two of them come to mind, take you pick because it is all a matter of degrees.

I have only been doing these blogs for six years and it started with this one. This was my intent. The other came in the hope of widening the circulation and leading people here. Now I find that this blog which was intended for the metaphysical exchange has about one tenth of smoking mirrors which came later and reflections in a Petri dish has flown past it also and came much later.

I look at the music and some of the musicians from the times of my youthful inspirations and the purposes to which it is turned and I understand why I haven’t recorded much in several years. I have five or six albums waiting to be recorded and I can’t seem to get around to it.

I have learned more in the last few years than in the rest of my life before when I was struggling with abusive fate and my own ignorance while my substance was being spent in the lower halls of torment pushing to provoke the genii to inspire me. I don’t know what name you call your angels or demons; djinns, rakshashas, angel, devils or those forces that are defined by their actions and which can be controlled or not controlled depending on who is in the position to do either.

Well, as I am writing this it looks like they are going to pin the blame for a new terror attack on the Kurds who are Zio-bots but what do I know? I probably don’t know much but since I am near where they all stash the money I don’t expect the followup to be around here.  The reason I am pretty sure of what I am saying is that msnbc and cnn have this headlined but there is nothing on Fox which is the Zio-orge as are they all more or less by degrees.

This is Visible Origami. I guess I want to say keep your powder dry, not so that you can blow things up but so that you can snort it. I’m a little perplexed and I am on my own except for my invisible friends. Maybe its The Matrix Brothers that no one has an angle on and who is coming through.  It is Halloween in America. Somehow it all comes around to some bad serpents though.

I am drinking fresh pressed apples of Gaul cider and doing my colon cleansing thing. I don’t know about tricked out stunts using talents for the devils tool. There must be a reason that people do what they do. They want to be spooky and scare and surprise and celebrate and get trucked out in fantastic costumes. When I was in Hawaii I used to hear about locals punching out people dressed up in Halloween costumes and you can’t defend yourself that way. I didn’t have a problem cause I came as myself because I don’t want to be somebody else, especially on that day.

I’m sorry if I have misled anyone. It’s a Strider kind of thing and that is how I do Halloween, looking out for those riders and whatever it is that Sauron dishes up. It’s a game or a movie call it what you like. There are labels and names and how are we supposed to communicate? They say that the devil is in the details. I suppose that is correct and every one of those details is everyone of you dressed up in fields and halls, whether hallowed or unhallowed that is just how it goes. It’s still going to get a lesson on itself and that is what the apocalypse is all about. I wonder if those Tibetan monks can see me. I can see them. When I was a baby I saw a row of them chanting on the rafters in my room in Kyoto. They were little tiny guys in brown or ocher robes. I still don’t understand most of these things and there is so much that I don’t know.  What I do know is that Halloween is an American thing and that might be why they have their elections right afterwards. They don’t have Halloween over here, they have Fasching. There are other things in other countries and that is what gets used to trick us and we celebrate it.

I don’t know what I’m doing here (grin). Looking at the moon which I know is something else and people who celebrate Halloween by making themselves vulnerable to things that already are not what they seem to be. I guess I’ll go on doing this for as long as I do and I hope that it all goes well with you. I’m glad I have the opportunity to get my mind right while I’m “still shakin it here Boss”.

We are here now and we’ll see what we see or think we see and be handled accordingly because it is in an apocalypse that the masks come off and then we will see what we shall see and like it or not. I’ll be talking to you later on this evening. I hope you have some fresh pressed apple cider for yourself and some kind of internal cleansing going on because that’s going to be an important feature right around now.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ Graveyards of the Heart ♫
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'The Sacred and The Profane'

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Visible said...

I love you.

Karyn Weese said...

You are greatly loved as well. Many blessings to you, Karyn

Endwell Road said...

I too have learnt a lot the last few years. And most of my recent learning has been right here! :)

This is like a tapestry of like and not like-minded people, in search for the perfect place to rest a while, weaving in and out of your typed thoughts.

I will hazard a guess and say that the majority of people posting, lurking and thinking about what is being said here, are not interested in Halloween or any other circus in town. They have long recognised the ring masters and blown their cover. ;)

Thank you for being here.
Be well.
And I love you too.


Erik said...

Yeah Visible,

Wobbly Waves of Love to you and all who visit here ;)

Like you I am 'immersed' in a sea of gratitude right now ...

Mare Tranquilitatis ...
(Sea of Tranquility)

Erik said...

My Generation is Getting In Tune to Going Mobile ...Who's Next? said...

Hi LV....your words are an anchor in a storm of uncertainy...thank you for pulling back the curtain and giving us a look at the string pullers...Terrance

edna loves you, too [smile] said...

this nomad carries spark --
amber bloom cupped
between palms

where wicking wind and the thirst
of day come to rest
sinew & bone sinew & bone

haven for a hearthside glow
the potential within
& the promise of straws

Anonymous said...

Resort Lady,

Hello. I live in Lyons. glad there is LV community so close.



Have funding for trip. Looking for travel companion. Prefer to travel with campany and someone to watch your back.

Anonymous said...

Hi Les, Best Halloween wishes mate from Scotland. You tell it like you think it is, and I can tell you that your version of how it is, is nearer as it really is than most. Good luck, peace love and light. ian.

Visible said...

Well, I'm here and you could be too. I have a car and room for a rider and fine with caravaning too. I could be leaving at any point soon after the point of whatever is about to happen and since I don't know I can only go by what I intuit as breathing room. Usually it's a breeze and so it should be. Love all around

Mark said...

Here's some love from me to all of you. Keep it's all I'm living for these days. Still shakin' it here, boss.

From San Diego by the Zoo.

Anonymous said...

It's real... and getting realler. How too explain without becoming an attention seeking cliche? Our invisible friends are not so invisible. I'v been reading here for over 3 years now, and even though you seem Hindu inclined, I just gotta say it IS Jesus the Christ who has appeared. Of course this is only to my own certainty, a certainty much earlier destroyed by the lie and one that I question so often... I am sometimes insane. Insane by the standard of a blind man no less. We are at the edge good souls, and I'm scared shitless. Not of any conjuration of man, but at the sheer magnitude of the Almighty God who has somehow taken the time to fix his eye on a wretch like me. Glory to God the Almighty!!!

Anonymous said...

is the moon made of cheese :-]

Anonymous said...

Ahhhhhhh. Ummmm. Oh yeah, that's a nice big swig of Pennsylvania cider.

"Looking at the moon which I know is something else..."

Ha! Ha! Yes he is something else. Isn't he?

Anonymous said...

The best defense is a great offense therefore I DON'T celebrate Halloween at ANY time of the year but especially Oct 31!!!! Thanks for your GREAT inspiration!

paolocaruso said...

Ciao "Cool Hand Les", That film made quite an impression on me as well. Even more so these days, we see "the man" with his cold reflective sun glasses, leveraging his power with a mere nod of the head to break the spirits of free spirited people. If you recall, the fellow inmates of Luke were all amiable characters, whose crimes were never defined in that particular film.
We could assume they were economic victims, guilty of the proverbial stolen loaf of bread.
I am of the opinion that most people in jail are victims of society while the wealthy like Madoff's wife, brother, children and neices, go untouched by the law or the media.
Fotunately we all have a better idea of who the real "Man" is these days which makes the solution much easier.
As for you Les, you are the Luke, and in a way, we are feeding off you. Cool Hand Luke came to feel this burden.
You are truly, Cool Hand Les, Keep on amazing and encouraging us... and "shaking it boss" !!

Anonymous said...

Siva is depicted with a half moon in his hair: Once Chandra, the demigod presiding over the moon, was cursed by King Daksa for neglecting his wives, who were Daksa’s daughters. The curse caused the moon to gradually lose its luster and strength until finally Chandra asked for the help of Siva, who placed him over his head, thus freeing him from danger. Daksa was angry with Siva for intruding in his business, but Siva, while humble, refused to return the moon because it had asked him for shelter. Lord Krishna then solved the dispute by returning half of the moon to Daksa and letting Siva keep the other half.

Odin's Raven said...

Here's a hint as to what Halloween used to mean:

Anonymous said...

love to all....neil

WaitingontheWoo said...

and speaking of the moon..have you actually ever looked into the sun for a while at sunset...I swear there is a bearded guy in there. and he smiles.

Tannon said...

I went out and partied on the streets of Austin, TX on last night to celebrate Halloween. I wore a costume, but I don't think it means I want to be somebody else.
Les, maybe we all have invisible friends and it's just a matter of becoming aware of them.
And this; I found something that verifies your assertion that time is speeding up. Earth's rotation slowing

long john said...

This transcendental vibration -- the chanting of Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna, Krsna Krsna, Hare Hare/ Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare -- is the sublime method for reviving our Krsna consciousness.

As living spiritual souls we are all originally Krsna conscious entities, but due to our asociation with matter since time immemorial, our consciousness is now poluted by material atmosphere. In this polluted concept of life, we are all trying to exploit the resources of material nature, but actually we are becoming more and more entangled in our complexities. This illusion is called maya, or hard struggle for existence over the stringent laws of material nature. This illusory struggle against the material nature can at once be stopped by revival of our Krsna consciousness.

Krsna consciousness is not an artificial imposition on the mind. This consciousness is the original energy of the living entity. When we hear the transcendental vibration, this consciousness is revived. And the process is recommended by authorities for this age.

By practical experience also, we can perceive that by chanting this maha-mantra, or the geat chanting for deliverance, one can at once feel transcendental ecstasy from the spiritual stratum. When one is factually on the plane of spiritual understanding, surpassing the stages of sense, mind and intelligence, one is situated on the transcendental plane.

This chanting of Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna, Krsna Krsna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare... is directly enacted from the spiritual platform, surpassing all lower states of consciousness, namely sensual, mental and intellectual. There is no need of understanding the language of the mantra, nor is there any need of mental speculation nor any intellectual adjustment for chanting this maha-mantra. It springs automatically from the spiritual platform, and as such, anyone can take part in this transcendental sound vibration, without any previous qualification, and dance in ecstasy.

We have seen it practically. Even a child can take part in the chanting, or even a dog can take part in it. The chanting should be heard, however, from the lips of a pure devotee of the Lord, so that immediate effect can be achieved. As far as possible, chanting from the lips of a nondevotee should be avoided, as much as milk touched by the lips of a serpent causes poisonous effect.

The word Hara is a form of addressing the energy of the Lord. Both Krsna and Rama are forms of addressing directly the Lord, and they mena " the highest pleasure, eternal." Hara is the supreme pleasure potency of the Lord. This potency, when addressed are Hare, helps us in reaching the Supreme Lord.

The material energy, called as maya, is also one of the multipotencies of the Lord, as much as we are also marginal potency of the Lord. The living entities are described as superior energy than matter. When the superior energy is in contact with inferior energy, it becomes an incompatible situation. But when the supreme marginal potency is in contact with the spiritual potency, Hara,it becomes the happy, normal condition of the living entity.

The three words, namely Hara, Krsna and Rama, are transcendental seeds of the maha-mantra, and the chanting is a spiritual call for the Lord and His internal energy, Hara, for giving protection to the conditioned soul. The chanting is exactly like a genuine cry by the chold for the mother. Mother Hara helps in achieving the grace of the supreme father, Hari, or Krsna, and the Lord reveals Himself to such a sincere devotee.

No other means, therefore, of spiritual realization is as effective in this age, as chanting the maha-mantra:

Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna
Krsna Krsna, Hare Hare
Hare Rama, Hare Rama
Rama Rama, Hare Hare

His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada

Freddamedgjedda said...

Much love!!!! I think we are indeed waiting. At least I am, going into november and all... I don't even stress it anymore. What will be will be. I know I will react according to all I know, so I can do no more than wait at this point...

I am having reappearing dreams of a huge boat (I may have had this dream 10 times the last 3 weeks) crammed with people living and trying to thrive in small rooms and tight corridors... I always keep trying to help things run smoothly on this boat, I also have a lot of ladies after me, I feel like a father figure looking out for all these people, which is also why those ladies want me, cause I am fixing stuff while most others are in a zombie-like condition...

Could be a way of showing the mentally prepared contra the mentally(spiritually) unprepared...

I dont know, and that is so beautiful!

Ps: "we are living in an omnievent, there is no beginning or end that we can detect" "we make beginnings and ends in mass confusion, so we can talk about the things we're doing"
Krs-One (Knowledge Reigns Supreme over nearly everyOne)

Freddamedgjedda said...

Krs-One about the hand...

A little metaphysical treat to poetry lovers "out there"!!

Anonymous said...

Les, this too is priceless and you put it so well:-

"Nature is my lover and I like to think about that when my friend and lover is not well then maybe it’s not time to pony up at the well of false beliefs. There’s never a good time for that. It’s just shades of gray."

Love, compassion,and gratitude to all here for being here.


DaveS said...

Another freak checking in from the Rocky Mountains and wishing one love to everyone, everywhere.

Love, peace and hair grease :)


wv:sunroka... sounds like fun.

Neko Kinoshita said...

Summer's end has past, the walls have weakened once again, but this time they seem to be staying open.

Always a cat's favorite holiday, but watch for embers from the bonfire...

One Sunday remains.


Anonymous said...

Growing up along the banks of the river and spending much time there one of my favorite "tricks" for the visitor city folks was/is to pull the hot coals from the fire and juggle them.

This is always better done on those dark nights when the coals are at their best.
I just wish I was a better juggler..

Anonymous said...

Lord Chaitanya - Kali Yug Avatar:

Anonymous said...

Thank you Les.

I never get dressed up for the night, I just tell people they are looks at one of my outfets when lookin at me.

"I have learned more in the last few years than in the rest of my life before when I was struggling with abusive fate and my own ignorance while my substance was being spent in the lower halls of torment pushing to provoke the genii to inspire me. I don’t know what name you call your angels or demons; djinns, rakshashas, angel, devils or those forces that are defined by their actions and which can be controlled or not controlled depending on who is in the position to do either."

Great words, I feel the same.

Love Your Life

Boulderdash said...

Hi Les,

Seems like that cleanse has removed more than physical obstacles.

Cheers, and a round of love to all.

Cheers to local friends in Colorado.

With all the references to "Cool Hand Luke," I guess it's time to see it again. Seems like a lot of parallels to what is happening. That group of prisoners was indeed an amiable bunch. You wonder what they could have been in prison for. In fact, Luke ended up paying the ultimate price for cutting heads off of parking meters, something we all would like to do in some way or another.

My favorite line is when, after winning a poker hand with a bluff, nothing....He replies to Dragline, "and sometimes nothing is a real cool hand."

PS. Looks like I'm going to have to see "Time Bandits."

Erik said...

Hi Les,

What are the odds of this:

You mentioning fractals in the title of your current piece and me reading today about a 'hyper-dimensional fractal Universe'.

- As above, so below -

The wobbly waves I mentioned yesterday to be merely a 'projection' into our temporal reality perception ;)

Looks like science is (finally) catching up with y-our reality. (grin)

For those of you inclined to explore this further here's a good starting point:


Anonymous said...

Visible, I am just glad that you have passed the stones and you will do the colon cleanse!
Just ordered them myself this morning.
I have been having dreams of you with your beloved and I was dining with you all. I dream about you allot. At least my projection of what you are to me.
Then I dreamt 2 nights ago about a UFO coming very close and people were at awe and they thought this was a great thing.
In about 1 week, the ground started to shake and people realized that the UFO's werent so good after all. We were all running from the shaky groung up to higher areas.
Then the next night I dream that I was defecating everywhere, where ever I went.
I don't know what's happening. Maybe just vivid imagination in dreamland but it sure signals to me of change and release and the purging of something.
I am selfish that I feel that I feed of your good energy and love.
I guess it doesn't hurt you does it.
Love you!

Anonymous said...

Thanks to LV, first.
Compassion for and love to all.

Vanguard said...

Oh, the pain in my heart, as I cry out to the heavens, to my Lord.

The evil, comes; it rattles and tears down my gate, in the dark of night. Lo, it is upon my doorstep, and is familiar.

It accuses me of ungratefulness. It threatens me with labels, and to ruin my livelihood.

My soul is aflame. It does not abate.

I am one with the universe. My breath is life, flowing in and out. Healing. Transportation.

And I beheld a vertical mountain, taller than the earth. And from it proceeded a light, and a shape, which is telling. And it did not rise, but moved outward.

I am a speck, yet the heavens respond to my song.

There is a new sound, a frequency that is felt not heard. It shatters and shakes apart the fictions and lies.

They will reveal themselves, and utter the vilest of threats. Which are as nothing. The fury of the Lord is present and they flee in terror at the failure of their pitiful stratagems.

Where is my fear of them, O Lord?

It never was, nor ever will be. The promoters of fear drown themselves in oceans thereof.

The veil is pierced. The illusions unravel. It is a small bright point, then a tear, in a towering pall, the death shroud composed of the lies of this world.

Where you stand, your place, in this moment and that, where God in you rebukes the evil, is a point that brings forth the glory of heaven.

The pressure is a joining with reality, as a hand in a glove. Your gestures move mountains. Your voice calls lightning or else calms storms. Creating, and unmaking.

The power of all depends upon this knowing, feeling, and being.

This is outside space and time. This is all things, and nothing. This is, if you so desire. But you must sacrifice all that is fallen. That which is pure remains.

You must know the mind of God, and feel His heart, and act with His power, to turn the tide of darkness.

Hearken to this call.

Anonymous said...

people coming home after doing far to much work all day and half the night,then reading these comments,immediately warms the heart,beautiful..thankyou people neil

Anonymous said...

transcendental pathways
passages through the now
momentary time lapse
electrifying sound
vibrations of the living all
cross the sky and reach
deep within the warming
loving cultivating peace
harmonys expressing
floating energys impress
stir the loving everything
north south,east and west
ascending in the moment
clarified in potent waves
playing on the heart of all
true hearts live are raised.


Terrance said...

Hello Vis...pulled out an old book and thought I would pass along something we all should be taught very early in life....however better late than never!...... Of all the teachings we receive this one is the most important: Nothing belongs to you of what there is, of what you take you must share...Chief Dan George. My Heart Soars ..Terrance

Erik said...

Hi All,

For those of us here who believe in the power of 'Group intent', November is proving to be a busy month ;)

November 6th - 7th 2010

Global Peace Fire Ceremony – Free Webcast from Kyoto, Japan

Buddhist and Mayan spiritual leaders are joining forces for a unique wisdom transmission and historical cultural unification. This Sacred Fire Ceremony for oneness and world peace will occur on November 6th - 7th 2010.


New Reality Transmission
11-11-2010 at 11:11 EST:

And maybe more I don't know about?


Jody Paulson said...

Erik -- these meditations always take place at the new and full moon:

Peace/Healing Meditation with Babaji
Om Namah Shivaya!

Odin's Raven said...

Just an old but topical joke.

Visible said...

There's a new Smoking Mirrors up-

the Plague of Zionism and the Cleansing Fire of the Apocaylpse.

Visible said...

A new Reflections in a Petri Dish is up-

Dumb, Dumber and Dead.

Vanguard said...

They are servants of death. They love death more than life. They love lies more than truth.

They push and scramble over each other in their manic eagerness to kick some sleepwalker—put into that state through their careful, lifelong poisons of the mind and body.

They take away all that is good and right. All that is sublime and spiritual. And leave only that which rots and festers.

They take, in an almost, when not literal, sexual manner, all they encounter.

They are giddy with their exploitation.

And as I called out to my brothers and sisters, those who needed to but brush the cobwebs away that bound them...which tainted their breath, clouded their sight, muffled their hearing, slowed their advance.

The evil anti-shepherds tittered and shrieked. They hopped up and down, gnashed their teeth, and threatened gestures of poking me with their tridents grown of red-black substance.

And I looked and beheld the same, and they were lost souls, crying the sorrow of the mad, and the damned.

For they believed their salvation cometh from the sacrifice of all others, all not bound by their fellowship of dark, murderous lies.

They accept no divine sacrifice. They sacrifice nothing of their own, unless it be the vestigial shreds of decency, honor, and true love for ones fellows, in all the earth.

And laughing hysterically, while tears drowned the ground upon which they walked, they poked and prodded, stabbed and violated, rent and chewed, the hapless victims all around them.

And it was themselves who were harmed.

They are the ultimate victims, of their own evil, selfish will and deeds. They are legion. Their insanity is projected outward from them, on multiple planes.

The light of truth, the power of connected being, God in all times and places, is a song and a glory, before which the disease must heal or be excised.

They will accept the beyond painful transformation, accelerated, or else lie down and die, when their motivating signal is silenced, in an instant. Cleansing fire in all realms and planes, shall reduce to not even ash, the malignant growths who so long have plagued the souls journeying here.

And I beheld their sorrow, the deep pain, in their maddened faces, and what they feared, was only themselves. While their dark masters laughed cruelly behind them.

Awake. And arise.

I release you from bondage. Choose ye this day whom ye will serve. So saith the Lord of Hosts.



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