Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Suspended Waterfalls and Constipated Clouds,

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I went out to start my car this morning, so that I could get it over to the mechanic, in order for all of the things that have to happen to happen. The battery was dead. It’s been sitting for more than two months (I should have detached the cables but I didn’t). I connected it to the Touran to recharge it. After twenty minutes, I went out to start it and got no sound whatsoever; nothing. It’s a new battery from spring. This didn’t make much sense to me, so it’s in the hands of the mechanic, whenever he gets here.

I owe a reader the four CD set of my early musical works which are probably best described as a combination of Frank Zappa and Warren Zevon by way of Bill Hicks. They’ve been on my computer for as long as I’ve had one but they’re not there now. My copies of them are all in Italy. I’m already a month late on sending the CDs out.

Something important that I was hoping to get yesterday has gone into hiding on two fronts. If I were the kind of person to succumb to frustration and annoyance it would have happened by now because these examples are only a few of what’s been going on.

I’m heading south shortly, or intend to and all of my former plans for the location are back on the drawing board but I won’t be going anywhere without something to go there in. There was over a month of uncertainty leading up to the recent freedom to relocate to la bella Italia. I’d be there now if not for that …but one thing follows another, except in my case where one doesn’t follow another unless it’s not related to it.

I keep getting things like this in the mail. My house in Italy isn’t anything like this but we’ve wound up paying more for it than this, even if there is more land and olive trees. It happened because I’d come to believe that Germans are the most honest people I’ve met, until I met an unscrupulous con artist named Christophe Emschermann, who finessed us like the rubes we turned out to be.

I published my first novel through a Crowleyite publisher named Moog Morgan who owns Mandrake of Oxford Press and who spelled the title of the book on the spine, the cover and every page of the book three different ways AND left out the final edit. It took a year to get that fixed with this guy treating me like shit every step of the way. He tells me he owes me no money because he only sold so many books. I find many more used copies for sale on the internet than he says he sold.

I signed with CBS/Sony through Bernard Stollman of ESP Disk and he let his wife ignore the DAT masters and copy the material from a warped old cassette and then process it in such a way that the majority is incomprehensible and then released it into every Tower Records outlet around the world where it sank like a stone. My contract with them expired a long time ago but Bernard continues to offer my work for sale on his ESP Disk website. I complain for him to remove it and he might do so for a week but then puts it back up again. I’ve heard from the heirs to a lot of black jazz artists from the sixties and before that talk about how Bernard has stolen so much of whatever there was to take from the income generated by the sale of these icons.

I’ve got other stories like this that lay like broken paving stones, to demarcate the upward surge of my illustrious career. It’s been one long passageway to humiliating failure without cease and I guess I should be proud of that. I’ve got stories that run the gamut from the Grand Guignol to the merely tragi-comic. I can’t remember them all but I’ve sat back a time or two in contemplation of the chronic ironic and surprised myself at the things I have forgotten.

Then there are the ordinary, inexplicable, every day things such as I have already mentioned. These are counterpointed by the predictions of various astrologers who wanted to do my chart or wound up doing my chart, which talk about an abondanza of ships, coming into port, laden with blessings for me that are too numerous to count. One of them shows up every few months to tell me something but then disappears again before telling me anything and I shake my head and grin as I gaze off into the invisible with a look of profound understanding in my eyes that signifies nothing.

I live in a world where this sort of thing is debated in this kind of a manner. That is to say that it defies everything true about the subject that thousands of years of tradition in pristine systems states to be otherwise. I live in a world where things that would embarrass me, more than the worst moments in my life ever have, are heralded as great works of art and a prevailing measurement of the greatness of our culture. I live in a world where the worst motivations and appetites from the darkest moments of former times are bundled together like bad software in the hearts and minds of our leaders in every theater of operation.

I’m not complaining. I have no reason to complain. I found the only thing worth finding and it’s integrated with my life in a way that answers every important prayer and fulfills every real need that might ever arise. This is a true and sincere statement and it makes my tedious progress through a world of absurdity and obstruction a laughable affair. It’s the reason I’m writing this today.

We need to remember, when opposition is as great as what I have only superficially outlined today, we must be doing something useful, because everything else is not only useless but malefic or else… you’re cruising on the Titanic and the iceberg is still enroute. We need to remember that periods of unexplainable opposition are an indication that something extremely promising waits just beyond the trial period of our testing. If we fall victim to the pressures of the moment, we wind up back in the Greyhound bus station waiting area and the promise of another long and uncomfortable ride.

I remember being enraged at the unfairness of my life and the many times that a rock and a hard place faced an unyielding wall. I remember the alternative choices that weren’t acceptable alternatives. Only the wild unknown, of burning bridges into one more ‘make it up as you go’, seemed acceptable but I will never know now. The ‘might have gone that way’ highways disappear once another choice is made. We can look back with regret on what never happened but that’s about as useful as succeeding in the world of the moment, which is not going to be with us for that much longer.

I’m writing this because I suspect I am not alone in this regard. For most of us it is just a matter of degree. The pressure is all about our being forced into compliance with the thing opposing us. This pressure is universal in its intent to compel us into the seeming safe but suffocating blanket of the familiar; the treadmill, whetstone, grinding wheels of what wears away everything valuable that we possess.

Conversely, there waits the ever present unknown, brimming with possibility and uncertainty. There lies mystery and the suggestion of all the dangers that come with risk, in the face of what we know nothing about. We’ve never learned anything important without some travel in those zones. We’re prohibited by our survival mechanisms from chancing the opportunities that grow our faith, which is the universal passport in the wilderness of our hidden self and what lies behind the appearances of the world.

I never had a choice about this. I guess I will have it say it was my destiny. The result has been that I have discovered the unknown to be far safer than the known, that all of us assume we are informed about and have done no more than misidentify. We are in the unknown no matter where we think we are and that is a key piece of information that seems to elude nearly all of us.

I’ve found my invisible friends to be far more reliable and helpful than any of the friends I could see. I’ve found the unknown kingdoms of our being to be safer and more predictable than anything out here. No one can ever effectively communicate the truth of this to another. It remains for each of us to discover whether it is true or not.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: The Tangled Woods by Les Visible♫ The Tangled Woods ♫

The New Shangri-La (almost 1100 members now)


Anonymous said...

you are not on your pat malone they go out of their way to fuck over anyone who is good it seems insane but this is what they are alot of people on this planet suffer alone from the hammering they get from these creatures .your words speak to people who have suffered in different ways yet the same must be doing something right

Neko Kinoshita said...

Leap into the void, and build firm foundations in the nothing.


wv: rheng; the rheng you hear is the divine calling...

Zoner said...

Hey Visible, that was a great bit of reflection and certainly resonated big-time here with me. Yes, we do indeed reside in a constant state of uncertainty even when we think we have some sort of safe groove worn in the know.

Looking forward to testing those unknown unknowns soon, and working ever so slowly to align with some of those invisible friends to accompany us on our trek away from the hamster wheel.

Thank you for sharing this.


grassapelli said...

When life tosses you a hot potato, like the dead battery, when you want to travel...
You feel an urgency to get your hands into position so you can catch it and toss it back.

Other than dodging out of the way of a swiftly moving elephant, there's another advice I've been thinking about.

"Practice slowly," says Itzhak Perlman.

And often I do go over my repertory slower than performance speed, which is not blazing anyway.

Now I'm thinking of applying that premise to other practices in my life.

Can I prepare for the apocalypse more slowly now?

Anonymous said...

Beautiful piece Les.
Too many fine thoughts of yours to quote here, but this one - simple as it may sound - really struck a chord deep, deep down with me:

"We can look back with regret on what never happened...".

This "regret" has been haunting me of late - like a pack of ravenous wolves, baying for blood.

Is it just me, a sign of the times maybe - or is this a fairly common condition?

- Frankie

Neko Kinoshita said...

Roads not traveled, and choices not made.


Some reflection is noramal and perhaps desirable, but to dwell there will lead to immobility and unneeded regret.

Learn from your choices, do not beat yourself with thoughts of "If only I had not made this mistake."

You may later realize it was not a mistake, but something that had to be.

Please, do not presume to understand, just accept what the universe provides.

Of couse, since I don't know much of anything myself, I could be wrong.

Things sometimes look different from deep in the alley,

Anonymous said...

Thanks Neko - wise words.

- Frankie

Josey Wales ll said...

Hey Les,

I had a car experience about 5 years ago worth telling.

I had my car parked every night for about 700 nights straight in the exact same place in the driveway, which just so happened to be under a giant limb from a neighbors tree.

One night I was at my girlfriends and fell asleep, and woke up about 5:30 am and went home.

When I got home that giant limb had broken off and landed exactly where my car usually would be.

I loved my car, and that God had helped me get it and would thank him often for it while I was using it.

A few years back you gave me some advice which I followed; Today I saw this and it reminded me of it. Thanks, Josey

"I’m not complaining. I have no reason to complain. I found the only thing worth finding and it’s integrated with my life in a way that answers every important prayer and fulfills every real need that might ever arise. This is a true and sincere statement and it makes my tedious progress through a world of absurdity and obstruction a laughable affair. It’s the reason I’m writing this today."

This spiritual place is also where I reside now too.

Anonymous said...

Please forgive me but I laughed out loud a couple of times there.
Whether from familiarity, the mood or the great delivery, I can't say because they were all there.

Thank you!

I sense "God" afoot here..

Anonymous said...

half suspended waterfalls
constipated clouds
complicated momentary
obstruction on the ground
up and down and sideways
going nowhere fast
only back to find the moment
in the future or in the past
or in the ever present unknown
the now within the air
atmospheric pressures
pull and push and tear
where the up was going
low down try to take
control the living free
falsify manipulate
but the living free is always
was and always will
charging through the moment
on the ever spinning wheel.


gurnygob said...

Les I am going through the same pressure.

"the pressure is all about our being forced into compliance with the thing opposing us. This pressure is universal in its intent to compel us into the seeming safe" and so on.

I don't want to bore you all with the details its to do with religion and how I am fighting to free my self from the seemingly safe way which is suffocating me rather than freeing me. Its so easy to take the safe way and the pressure is relenting but if i only get one chance at this then i had better make it count.
God be with us.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the light and love today.
I sooo feel ya. I cant count how many times I turned at the last second only to start the battle over again.

Love Your Life

Anonymous said...

"The result has been that I have discovered the unknown to be far safer than the known, that all of us assume we are informed about and have done no more than misidentify. We are in the unknown no matter where we think we are and that is a key piece of information that seems to elude nearly all of us." LV. Thank you.
The key. Thank you also for helping me to regain the certainty that "Äll shall be well..And all manner of things shall be well." as
Dame Julian of Norwich put it.

Erik said...

Hey Les and Gang,

A great atmosphere here tonight ...

Thanks Les for the post and y'all for the great comments from 'The Wise Bunch'

God is indeed 'afoot';)


Anonymous said...

Visible. I love you and I love you.
Debs. :)

Anonymous said...


I remember the day (21 years ago) when I took a deep breath and took off my Medal of Mary I wore around my neck. I said a prayer to please guide me and protect me as I put the medal away in my drawer. I never thought about the repercussions of not wearing it again. That afternoon, I went to see the movie A Field of Dreams. I sat there at the end of the movie crying my eyes out. I was so afraid of the unknown. It felt exhilarating and yet dreadful at the same time. I didn't know what to believe anymore. It took some time before I became comfortable with not knowing and the uncertainty of life. Now, I love it.... most days, anyway. I keep hearing, "in its own time." It's freeing, it's very freeing.

You get by with a little help from your friends......


wv: rhonamo ...... here we go, jumping off the cliff into the unknown, as we yell, RHONAMO ....

Copernicus Kidd said...

so the bad good witch knows something about the occult. so the bad bad witch corrects her with "facts" from the animal kingdom. it is indeed a clusterfack of epic proportions. long live celibacy. hare krsna.

Anonymous said...

humbled, rumbled,
pudding, pie,
thank you, Les,
in thou am I
and koombyeya
here and now
holy cow and
howdy do
how trite yet
how true
'love love me do'


are we there yet?
(Ps many TYs from MV)

Unknown said...

Just stopped in cuz I wanted to say,

Les, brilliant

The verses at 8:46pm


thanks Les and mr peace

Rick Slagle said...

Italy? Italy where? Where the place you go Visible? I'm not a witch. I'm Christine O'Donnell. I'll go to Washington and I'll do what you'd do. I'm you.

Paid for by the Christine O'Donnell for Senate Campaign...

Italy? Italy where? What olive tree?

Porter Haskell Davis said...


This is one really hits home with me. I'm one of your invisible friends.

Thanks for sharing yourself and your journey with us. Now it is our journey!


pnguine said...

Why do you think 'they' are re-mixing all the old (and sometimes not so old songs) and tearing their hearts out? Where have all the harmonies gone, the lyrical vocal crafting, the delicate timings and careful interweaving? All that's left is the shells like empty cartons on a shelf so that people think they are listening to the songs they 'know and love'. It's like every older song on the radio is some poor imitation of the original - like Muzak gone mad. It seems a very weird aspect of this NWO/Illuminati thing.

Anonymous said...

Great post Les and thankyou!

I sometimes get bamboozled by Origami having a preference for Petri and SM, but this one resonated with me to the hilt.

Times are tough at the moment. I'm so over this mundane physical surpressed existence most others call a great life.

I found this Upton Sinclair quote recently which may be somewhat pertinent. It helps me to forgive the sleepy ones.

"It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends upon his not understanding it."

Thanks again Les.
Onward and upward!


gurnygob said...

Thanks MR.

It's funny in a sad sort of way. I am not anti religious. I believe in Christ and I believe he started some sort of "religion" or Church but some how it got high-jacked somewhere a long the way. As I say in my next post at my blog
how did "love one another as I have loved you" turn in to centuries of blood and war and shame, and is it really any different today? Something is missing. The message of Jesus was changed and my search is leading me towards the Gnostic scriptures in an effort to uncover the truth.

DaveS said...

Les and Co,

Nice post... you're still on your roll, and your words are better than gold coins.

I've been reading a rather interesting fellow's take on a couple conspiracy related topics lately. His words mostly ring true (despite him not knowing much about photography, which I discovered while reading his Apollo rants)

As I was saying, this guy, David McGowan, is fun to read, regardless of how accurate his claims may be. What I'm sayin' is that he sucked me in and his writing is a lot of fun to read. And the Laurel Canyon series is freakin' awesome. Just my thoughts.


I'm with the rest of you that feel something other than fall is in the air. It's gonna get weird and during such times I like to remember Hunter's words, "It never got weird enough for me."

wv: expor... I'd like to become a member of the expor, 'cause I've been a member of the po' long enough.

Anonymous said...

"If one loves Krishna, he must love Lord Jesus also. And if one perfectly loves Jesus he must love Krishna too. If he says, "Why shall I love Krishna? I shall love Jesus," then he has no knowledge. And if one says, "Why shall I love Jesus? I shall love Krishna", then he has no knowledge either. If one understands Krishna, then he will understand Jesus. If one understands Jesus, you'll understand Krishna too"
(Srila Prabhupada - Room conversation with Allen Ginsberg, May 12, 1969 / Columbus - Ohio)

Vanguard said...

From a higher perspective, there is no intense pressure, forging us seemingly against our will.

For actually, to fight the forces brought to bear upon us all at this time, is very much according to our daily, moment-to-moment, will and desire. To succumb is to die a little or a lot, spiritually.

We are tested beyond our perceived and expected limits. Far beyond. And yet we hold to. And surcease happens. And uplifting. For it is a law of existence.

Expand your mind, consciousness, awareness. To the limits of your understanding. To the limits of space. Outer space. The heavens.

To the limits of time. All times. Forward and back. Ancient times. Far future times.

To the limits, the smallest point within. The foundation.

The inner atomic center, and the all-encompassing external which has no limits or bounds. Co-exist.

We are connected. We are One.

From a higher perspective, the pressure continues to forge us, but there is no turmoil, for to reach us as we see and are the near and far-flung heavens...no energy in this world is powerful enough.

And the waiting that some lament...there is no ultimate destination, near or far, that we can practically understand. It is the journey that matters.

Does not God dwell, in perfect harmony, and endure that which seems negative, destructive? And does He not prevail, always?

Utopia. Or decadent society. Or apocalypse.

It is our perception, and our actions, which bring salvation or damnation. Joy or sorrow. Wisdom or madness.

Heaven or hell.

Erik said...

Hi All,

A bit off topic .... or maybe not?

Looks like The Divine does indeed have a sense of humor ;)

Could it be that the TPTB shot themselves in the foot?; TMHO yes, Bigtime!

This is interesting news for people worldwide that find themselves fighting forclosure or struggling with 'underwater' mortgages.

It currently surfaces in the USA, but you could bet 'your bottom dollar' that this scenario was copied worldwide.

In a nutshell, my summary:
The banks 'forgot' to properly transfer ownership of mortgages in the 'feeding frenzy' relating to securitization.

To save some extra pennies they 'invented' MERS, and maybe hoped their 'slight of hand' was never found out ..... Alas!

What Is MERS and What Role Does It Have in the Foreclosure Mess?

You've heard the name Mortgage Electronic Registration Systems or "MERS" mentioned in relation to the foreclosure problems in the residential real estate market.

But what is MERS?

It is the company created and owned by all of the big banks to process title to property in the U.S. Approximately 60% of the nation’s residential mortgages are recorded in the name of MERS.

MERS is a shell corporation with no employees, but thousands of officers.

More detail on:


Vanguard said...

And love is connectedness. In the mind and heart, to God, loved ones, past or present, near or far, living or beyond. To eternal, righteous concepts.

Love of those we see, and perhaps know, or the working of God in nature, and by the hand of man.

Love of those we hear. Deep or high notes calling feeling, new or pleasantly familiar.

Love of those we touch. Closeness. More established as connectedness, because of accepted or comfortably proximity.

And love of him or her with whom we create new life. Or engage in symbolic union of said creativeness, which is a joining, and the commonly understood ultimate expression of loving connectedness.

When we are in creative union with the universe, existence, with God, we are one and the same. There is joy, and the awareness of self continues, but is superseded by the perception of the whole.

This naked sharing of our being, to be known by, and to know, God, and the universe, is terrifying to those who live lives cloaked in shadows, girded by lies. They cannot and will not engage in such, and therefore are nothing, but motes of dust, for all of their perceived power.

From a higher perspective, from a Godly perspective, all moves in orderly harmony. But not rigid or mechanistic, but flowing, cycling, renewing.

From a higher perspective, I love my brothers and sisters in this world, good and bad. And I love the works created by the hand of God, and the works of His creations, especially man, when inspired to do good.

Out of love will I feel connected to my people, as I feel connected to my God and His heavens and earth.

Out of love will I seek to do good, even the will of God in all things. To help others.

And out of love will I fight my enemies, the enemies of God, who seek to harm my brothers and sisters upon the earth, in so many diverse ways.

Note that it is no longer “an eye for an eye” but rather, “if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out”. And “The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light. But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!”

And I will fight them, my enemies, now and always, near and far. In the battlefields of the mind, and of the body. Again and again, shall I meet them and defend, overcoming. Beyond life and death.

When you are joined to all things, aggression against you is aggression against self. Against existence. Against God.

The Lord is mighty to sustain. Who shall overcome?

GTRman said...

Les, this song popped into my head as I was reading this. The Waterboys were an oasis of soul and soil in the awful eighties, led by the mystical Mike Scott. Check out the album "Dream Harder".

Strange Boat - The Waterboys

We're sailing in a strange boat
heading for a strange shore
We're sailing in a strange boat
heading for a strange shore
Carrying the strangest cargo
that was ever hauled aboard

We're sailing on a strange sea
blown by a strange wind
We're sailing on a strange sea
blown by a strange wind
Carrying the strangest crew
that ever sinned

We're riding in a strange car
we're followin' a strange star
We're climbing on the strangest ladder
that was ever there to climb

We're living in a strange time
working for a strange goal
We're living in a strange time
working for a strange goal
We're turning flesh and body
into soul

Anonymous said...

@ Erik

Anytime ones tries to control the success and future of man, they shoot their foot!
The forcloser news is funny yes, but its all planned out. If banks dont get a large amount of houses off the market, fast, the value of their paper loans will drop off the map, as the market will drive down home prices. So they are willing to slow down the turnover rate and tie up a lot of sellable houses in court action? It works to give people the sense things are getting better, and helps keep the infilted prices going?

Love Your Life

GTRman said...

Just one more. Forgive me.


" I tried to do the things in my own way
I tried to do what people say
but I was going nowhere fast
And now I'm turning to you at last

What do you want me to do
What so you want me to do
What do you want me to do, Lord

I can see the lights of home
But I can't get there on my own
I can see the landing strip
But I need you to guide my ship

What do you want me to do
What so you want me to do
What do you want me to do, Lord

I've been a fool and I've been a clown
I've let the enemy turn me around
I've wasted love and I've wasted time
I've been proud and I've been blind
There's such a lot of things to change
A whole world to rearrange
And if you show me how
I'll begin right now

What do you want me to do
What so you want me to do
What do you want me to do, Lord

What do you want me to do, Lord
What do you want me to do, Lord
"Cause I'm listenin', I'm listenin'
Lord, I'm listenin', I'm listenin'"


GTRman said...

Heres a direct link to a superb music site that is, i reckon , better than spotify, called "Grooveshark". This is not an ad!

Waterboys -the return of Pan



" I stood upon the balcony with my brand new bride
The clink of bells came drifting down the mountainside
When in our sight something moved
- lightning eyed and cloven hooved -
The great God pan is alive!

He moves amid the modern world in disguise
It’s possible to look into his immortal eyes
He’s like a man you’d meet anyplace
Until you recognise that ancient face
The great God pan is alive!

At sea on a ship in a thunder storm
On the very night that christ was born
A sailor heard from overhead
A mighty voice cry pan is dead!
So follow christ as best you can
Pan is dead! long live pan!

From the olden days and up through all the years
From arcadia to the stone fields of inisheer
Some say the gods are just a myth
But guess who I’ve been dancing with
The great God pan is alive!"

As my late gran said every night, "Goodnight and Godbless"

GTRman said...

P.S. Mike Scott's most well-known record is the triumphant,"Whole of the Moon",apparently a tribute to Prince's musical gifts;
"I saw the crescent, you saw the whole of the moon".

If the music of Mike Scott is new to you, Les, and readers, I hope you will enjoy.

GTRman said...

If Im being a nuisance, please delete these comments. I guess Im "on one". But the lyrics of Mike Scott and the "philosophy" (for want of a better word ) of Les Visible seem to compliment perfectly to me .

Waterboys: Good news Lyrics

Drop your guns
and hear the news
The war is won
and we've called a truce
The key is found
and the circle complete
And the higher ground
is beneath our feet

Like the turn of a page
or a change of gear
A brand new age
is already here
And even while
men pursue their doom
A magical child
is kicking in the womb

I'm preparing for birth
I'm not the only one
I'm a part of the Earth
I'm a drop of the Sun
I'm in step with the stars
I'm in a league with the land
I'm a functioning part of the Master's Plan! "

Glastonbury Song

"I dreamed myself from the sultry plains
to the old green square back in old Maybole
Rode the wind up to Stornaway
paused at the peak, pacified my soul
Caught the bus at the faery fort
made it to the mansion on the Boyne
see I come around to the ancient ways
I took a tip from the Buddha Boy

I just found God
I just found God
I just found God
where He always was

We came down from the Hill of Dreams
Bernadette, Mother Earth and you and me
through Carraroe, down the wildwood side
blinding out eyes in the shallow seas
Drank fire with the King of the Blues,
plugged in to the Medicine Way
took a long last look at Crazy Horse
push now for a golden age

I found myself on the roof of the world
just waiting for to get my wings
strange Angel in the changing light
said Brother you forgot something!
My heart beat from the inside out
so lucky just to be alive
can you tell what I'm talking about?
any day now the Sun's gonna rise

There is a Green Hill far away
I'm going back there one fine day"

All Mike Scott lyrics:

Anonymous said...

This morning I was watching the jets create those long skinny clouds again. The air has a white haze. I live in the mountains of northern colorado and that shold not be.

How does withh something that huge. there is a reason tha they are doing what they are doing. I wonder at times if they are bio-forming the planet for new guest.

Just thoughts while looking out the window.


long john said...

Chant Hare Krsna

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 Great 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 hears, 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


Anonymous said...

I recall when I first left home. I was relatively young. I rented a house and managed to beg and borrow a few sticks of furniture. Savings were zero. Your post made me look back to that time and remember the way I felt. Happy, content, hopeful and free. The unknown and uncertainty mixed with youth felt wonderful.

12 years or so later. Having built up to a good standard - house, car, job, blah blah - I left it all behind with just a suitcase and a few clothes. I started again. Living in a small room (very small) with just a portable TV and a mini fridge for comfort I was happy and free.

After 15 years or so I had built up to where I had previously left off. Again the unknown became an uncomfortable comfort zone. So, against the advice of people I know I again leaped into the relative (different) unknown.

This time it is more comfortable with regards to house, car and finances etc. Nothing to sit back on, just more comfortable than before.

Just 3 years later I am again planning a leap into a new unknown. The current unknown has an air of predictability lacking in the true joy of the certainty of a new unknown. (Sorry if I am starting to sound like Rumsfeld)

Seems to me that freedom and happiness came from the process of building from little. As I started from a relative comfort zone this time around the time before considering a new leap has been shorter. Of course youth and life’s experience have a major part to play. But, having been prompted to consider these things I have seen a pattern that I wasn't consciously aware of. Hmmmm!

Thanks Les


Anonymous said...

Long John,

Wow when i watched that link all hairs stood up!


estebanfolsom said...

[the swami]
that dude is worthless
there is no division
between the 'spiritual' and the 'material'

except the one we
create in our minds
this is the source of much confusion

don't stop under the sign
and proclaim your there
it only makes you look foolish

[learned that hitch'in]

that guys poison
stick to the source

[ gita - skip the commentary ]

rinse and repeat

thelevelshift said...

Talking of lyrics. Here is the magical Prefab Sprout.


I look around me, and I see
folks leading more constructive lives than me.
They don't do this for reward,
they are walking in the footsteps of their Lord;
and for themselves, they make no claims
they may die without the world knowing their names.

But they will ride, ride,
home to Jesus, heads held high,
they will ride, ride,
home to Jesus, heads held high,
they will ride, ride,
home to Jesus.

Some good people, will deny
anything that they can't see with their own eye.
They don't walk, in God's light,
they just walk the way they do because it's right.

And they will ride, ride,
home to Jesus, heads held high,
they will ride, ride,
home to Jesus, heads held high,
they will ride, ride,
home to Jesus.

People hear me, who can know (who can know)
if our time on Earth's the soundcheck or the show?
Ask a good man, and there's no doubt
he'll have too much on his mind to work it out.

But he will ride, ride,
home to Jesus, head held high,
he will ride, ride,
home to Jesus, head held high,
he will ride,
home to Jesus, head held high,
he will ride, ride,
home to Jesus.




Erik said...

@ Love Your Life,

Thanks, after contemplating more on this MERS thing, I reached the same conclusion, it's maybe part of the same old, same old: problem - reaction - solution.

The fact that it is already in the MSM, should be a clear indicator of this ;)

They could use it to (again) crash the financial system though; so maybe we could all put up our 'thinking caps'; cause a lot of people will take this bait 'hook, line and sinker'.

Or ... because it's all part of 'Maya' we shouldn't bother? I don't know (grin)

Hare Krsna, .... (thanks Long John)

Visible said...

There's a new Smoking Mirrors up-

The Vampire Bankers host the Invisible Siren Chorus.

Erik said...

Newflash .....

- Les, sorry for (mis)using Origami for this, but my BS-meter just flew off the scale.

They have named the alleged 'whistle-blowers' who 'sort of' uncovered the MERS mortgage scandal.

Their names: Epstein and Redman; that should give us a clue ... shouldn't it?

Darn... they are really making things easy for us, don't they? Like 'in your face'.

The story of the 'good Samaritans' here:


Yeah, I know I made a U-turn on this subject since yesterday, but ...

Anonymous said...

"[ gita - skip the commentary ]"

OK, let's do that.

You say, with some authority.. "there is no division
between the 'spiritual' and the 'material'"

Let's see, skipping the commentary, what Lord Krishna directly says..

"Of all that is material and all that is spiritual in this world, know for certain that I am both its origin and dissolution." (7.6).

"I am the source of all spiritual and material worlds. Everything emanates from Me." (Bg.10:8)

"Before the creation of this cosmic manifestation, I alone existed with My specific spiritual potencies. Consciousness was then unmanifested, just as one's consciousness is unmanifested during the time of sleep. I am the reservoir of unlimited potency, and therefore I am known as unlimited or all-pervading. From My material energy the cosmic manifestation appeared within Me, and in this universal manifestation appeared the chief being, Lord Brahma, who is your source and is not born of a material mother." (Bhag.6.4.47-48)

If you delve further you will find Krishna explaining all pertaining to His THREE energies.

1)Spiritual energy
2) marginal energy
3)material energy

We, the jivas, the living entities are marginal. A mix of spiritual and material.

And on and on and on...

Anonymous said...

@ Erik

"Or ... because it's all part of 'Maya' we shouldn't bother? I don't know (grin)"

You got that right! Thanks

Love You Life

estebanfolsom said...

that's exactly
what i'm
talking about

'the song of god'

in its original form

is a device
much like a key

it's purpose, obviously
is to open a door

the door being
our limited concept
of what we really are

the key only works
if it fits the lock

the lock being [us-as]

interesting word there

in [not]
divi [divisible]
duals [opposites]

as i said
words are signs

pointing out
a direction

if we park
under them

we will never
get there

as jimi said

'keep on pushin'
straight ahead'

Anonymous said...

Jimi also said
"just the the Axis, (Krishna)
He knows everything."

long john said...


well, i'd have to say that, with an attiude like the one you have shown here... you are "worthless", and your comment is as "bullshit" as it is ignorant.

and who said anything about a "division between the 'spiritual' and the 'material'"?? it seems that you are the one wwo has "much confusion".

also, who said anything about "proclaim[ing] your there"?? where is "there"?

fyi, loving devotion to the supreme personality of godhead Bhagavan Sri Krsna, is an endless and eternal lila.

you say: "that guys poison", refering to Bhaktivedanta Swami. well you obviously know you nothing about him at all. so you are the one who looks rather foolish here.

try rinsing out your own mind of this duality and negative and critical attitude that you have expressed here.

and quite unbeknowest to you, you have actually committed a grave offense... fone or which you will undoubtedly suffer an unfortunate reaction.

try educating yourself a bit more, especially before you go casting your stones (stinking turds) of ignorant bullshit upon devotees, saints and sadhus.

estebanfolsom said...


no one gives
their own name

and they certainly
don't trumpet :

'everything exists
within me'

but it does
-don't it- ?

shake it loose /
keep it free

estebanfolsom said...

i'm sorry you feel you needed to insult me
and cast aspersions on my motives for posting here
with you all

i won't be waiting on an an apology

only repeat what i said to a certain sarah
on 'war in context'
a couple days ago

'you might want to search your own heart
for all the hatred you ascribe to me'

now i pissed off the jews and the hindus

two down two to go

oh yeah
scroll down on that url and you can look me in the eye

Vanguard said...

And a great sound went forth, around the world, and by all was it heard, and felt.

It was a calling. Both terrifying, and sublime. All were affected, none could deny.

And in that moment, and the moments thereafter, the agents of change, the servants of God, angels of light and destruction, of life and death, mortal and immortal, of one mind and purpose, strode forth.

Stopping what they had been doing, for a higher way was opened, did they go into the world, recognizing as they went.

And behold, it was given to them what to pronounce, in every place they entered. And it was so.

Mercy. Or Justice. Blessings. Or a curse.

Life, and death. Was a word, or a glance.

And the people knew the exhilaration of fear, or love, to a transcendent pitch.

The door is opened. The way is lighted, and made clear.

The vehicle of your soul moves, dream-slow, or quickened, into the gathering light.

All things are known.

The opening is very near. And it is a triumphant reality, dispersing the shadows of dark fantasy, which bind with silken strands stronger than steel, the minds and hearts of the children of the earth.

You will know what to say and do. It is a song playing even now, in the heavens and upon the earth. To the ends thereof. It is just beyond sight and hearing.

But it cometh. Yea, the brightness of the coming day, is liquid light flowing, sacred songs of knowing.

Rejoice and be exceedingly glad.

For God is with us.

Anonymous said...

I'm not a Hindu.

Visible said...

I'm not a potato chip.

long john said...


you fail to recognize that you were the one who chose to "insult" and cast aspersions on a devotee of Krsna.

you are the one who owes the apology. but you don't see that because of your extreme self-possessed arrogance.

furthermore, i showed no "hatred" toward you. you were the one who made rather derogatory remarks about a sincere man who brought sublime love of God, light, and enormous goodness to many in this world.

so what good have you said or done, besides criticise a man far better than you will ever be? your own comments are more than sufficient to convict you.

estebanfolsom said...

since you keep throwing my name out there
i will respond

i believe at the top
of the/post a comment
it says something about
personal attacks
giving my opinion
on a third party
whether you agree
or not is fair-play

arguing the point,
throwing out an insight or a little advice
is fair-play [lila]
denigrating my person
in the way you have
is beyond the pale

i want no part of any
religion- k.c. or other- wise that allows this
how did we learn such different things from the same book ?

don't bother responding

i'm already

best of luck
to you all

and thanks les
for everything
i'll see you
in the trees



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