Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Testing of Chaos before the Opening of the Portal.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

The times they are compressing. They are densifying, if I can say that. They are pressing down, grinding in, vibrating wrath upon the centers of resistance within. In my case it is approaching the comical and absurd and we’ll get to that. In other cases it has entered the realm of the tragic and incomprehensible. In this latter case I am speaking of our good friend Bholanath who has had his closest associate taken from him by one of the numberless security teams that work for the insecurity network, which seeks dominion upon the globe. The original post is gone so I’ve nothing to link to. I hope all is well.

I do not know the details of this misadventure but I do know its appearance is serious from the tone of the words that treat with the situation. It has the ominous seeming of being extremely long term; the sort of thing these world security, terror rings get up to when they want to kill the human spirit. The reason that TPTB keep harping on terror as some ultimate threat against all that is decent is because their policies are designed to drive humanity into resistance against the state. This is why they have to set up the whole scenario as being something generated by an anarchist madness against all that is good and decent. They are neither good nor decent and to paint themselves so, they have to paint someone else as the bad guy.

Janet Napolitano, like her precursor, Skull Chertoff and the international ring of Satanists to which they belong, are stoking the boiler of the demon ship, which they seek to sail through the heart of humanity in the hopes that it will be divided and convinced that its other half is its enemy.

There are only two states of mind in which we can exist. One is that everything is uncertain and independent of an overarching authority. The other state is that everything is certain, whether we can see this or not and completely under the control of an overarching, interpenetrating authority. You can argue that there are other positions that one can hold but I maintain those are only degrees within either state of mind. Think about it.

Two weeks ago, my car and house keys went missing. I had no spare car key because that was hidden, not my me, so that it could be found again which, so far it has not. An acquaintance here, offered to drive me to Volkswagen to sort it out. She took me to a car dealership. I pointed out that it did not say Volkswagen on the storefront and it had no Volkswagen's in the showroom. She insisted this was it and we went in and one of those cardsharp Italians, the sales manager, immediately assured us that, “this is the place”. He was all smiles and hearty bonhomie. Half an hour later we were across town at a garage where he arranged for a mechanic to come up to my house and open my car so that he could free the steering wheel so that it could be loaded on to a lorry and driven down into town.

This Neanderthal broke into the car and also busted up the ignition making it impossible for me to simply pay 40 Euro to get a replacement key from Volkswagen. He must have realized he had done something wrong because he said he would be back that afternoon and never returned. A couple of days later, this acquaintance called to say that a lorry was coming and she would be bringing it up. The lorry arrived and we followed it into town where it took us to the actual Volkswagen repair shop up around the corner from the car dealer. We were confused and went to the car dealer who was very much on the phone when he saw us coming and kept waving his arms and saying that we should go back to the new site.  The new site was one of those contemporary Volkswagen repair sites that look like an operating theater to justify the fees of allopathic physicians. They had me sign all sorts of things agreeing to estimates and so forth. I knew we were looking at some expense and got a little wack. My acquaintance didn’t care for my state of mind. She felt, regardless of screwups and the certainty of everyone but me being perfectly right that I should bend over and take it.

A couple of days later I got the estimate of 300 Euro to replace the locks. This later had the cost of a new ignition switch added in. It was a week after when we finally arrived yesterday to retrieve the car. I was so glad to get it. I had been shopping for food just once in nearly two weeks because no one had the time to assist me in such matters and I don’t really have any friends down here, just acquaintances. It was all very friendly until I checked the trunk and it wouldn’t open and the tech said they didn’t replace it because it was on a different system. I cracked up with laughter, crying out “Jesus Christ”, over and over. Then I checked the passenger door and that hadn’t been replaced either. It clearly says on the estimate that these locks would be replaced. My acquaintance was quietly furious with me for not bending over and went driving away.

My computer went down several days before and I had no communication with the world. I managed to get this Nokia E-90 Commander on to the internet through my wireless connection. That was a feat I am still impressed by. I had my computer in her car and transferred it into mine before she rode off in a constant state of adjusting to the whip of the overlords. I took the computer to the computer store and then went to get my post. There was a new sign saying I had to come after ten and when I tried to get in they told me so. I came back after ten and they told me I still could not get my mail but if I came back today at ten I could. I am recounting only a very small amount of recent events that were epic examples of potential frustration and ever growing financial expense that advertised, ‘no end in sight’.

I tried to get a new, ‘local’ SIM card for the phone. I nearly had to give blood for DNA and still did not get the card because the home office never called back. I am on my way in today to see about that again and, of course, the post at ten (grin).

Today the internet is gone (for how long?). It’s been gone all night; possibly the main tower was affected by the winds. I’ve had months of bizarre circumstance and this recent spate has been remarkable. I built a warm and enduring fire in the Franklin stove and spent my days in the lamia with books and meditation. God told me all was well and that he wanted certain things from me which I am not going to itemize because they are too strange. He said, “You’ve found me and I’ve found you. Forget everything you know about right and wrong and anything else. None of these rules apply anymore. Once you find me, everything changes and there are no rules whatsoever except what I determine according to my whim. Interesting.

I’m watching all of this with amusement and occasional outbursts of confrontation with the invisible which leads to more amusement. I can’t do anything I’m not allowed to do and I can do everything I am allowed to do. Nothing, absolutely nothing is in my hands. Ganesha takes walks with me and Poncho. He’s wearing a tuxedo and a top hat and doing acrobatics and soft shoe, all down the dirt roads that wind in uncharitable confusions around this rural expanse of olive and almond trees. He tells me everything is better than fine and I hear that from all of my not so invisible friends. I’m told that everything I waited for is now happening. Yesterday I was told over Voice of the Theater speakers that ‘it’ has officially begun; whatever it is.

I think about Bholanath and his rage, frustration and sorrow of loss and I don’t know what to say except what I have been saying all along. Perhaps Lord Ayahuasca will show up today (nope) and I will have some answers and you will hear about that. I think about all of you in circumstances like Bholanath’s, but adjusted to your personal destinies. I can only say what I have been saying, “It’s all under control and we can only acknowledge this or refuse to do so.

The Duke and Duchess of Excess got pelted with paint and detritus on their way to one of the privileged zones and the terror teams of official security hammered the so called anarchists into bloody heaps at the temerity of assaulting these pompous asses, as a prelude to revolution, that may soon find them swinging from lampposts along with a surfeit of bankers and political hacks and those attending.

I’ve no idea about where it’s going and no idea of when they will all be stopped dead in their tracks for that moment of frightening awe, when they see what they have led themselves to. If ever we should be mindful of the absolute control of the greater authority that is in control of all of it, despite appearances, that time is now.

End Transmission.......

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Mark said...


Catch-22 is the only item on the menu right now.


I was able to open that jpeg, and started reading The Hidden Hand. I got to page 14 and had to stop because I got dizzy and couldn’t read anymore.

My wife and I both had grandfathers who were among the lucky ones to escape Russia just before the purge went into overdrive. Neither one of them would ever talk about what happened.

When I was a child, I had a recurring dream/memory that I had no business knowing. It was a memory of my last moments on earth in a prior time, when I was lined up against a wall along with 7 or 8 other people and shot. Time passed and the memory faded, but as I began reading this book, it returned suddenly, and so I had to stop. I will pick up where I left off soon enough.

As a side note, morgellons has a particular affinity for Nordics (Aryan) with blue eyes and rH negative blood, like my wife.

I thank you for the link, as many puzzle pieces have now fallen into place. This gift of knowledge is not lightly received.

Visible said...


I've got blue eyes and rh negative... among the rarest as a matter of fact; don't know what difference it makes but it is.

Mark said...

She also had a dysfunctional immune system for as long as I knew her, and spent her last years getting pelted by agricultural pesticides. Still, research shows a link between it and rH negative. What does it all mean? I don't know.

Anonymous said...

Hi Les hope everything is sorting itself out i used to have a beautiful car cm series valiant sedan wired so didn't need a key things are moving quick now alot don't notice got an email from someone in the country saying the time is now to get out of the city i mean i already know it but for someone to email me i think its getting pretty obvious as for your computer problems i dont know what they are but since i ditched microsoft for linux i have had no problems whats the story with blolanath?i didn't see anything else about it

Visible said...

There's a new Smoking Mirrors up-

The Royal Lizard Emporium of the Feckless Doom.

Neko Kinoshita said...

I am also seeing numerous things occuring. I somtimes find myself raging at the irritations, and then I back up to see the humor in my own responses.

just rambling from the alley,

wv: encon: Encoded Con? or perhaps "I'm still stuck encon."

DaveS said...

You keep the words flowing like fine wine at a richy-rich wedding. Of course, I wish we could discuss the happier things in life; wine, women and good friends... but regardless, your words resonate within me, and I thank you.

Your last Stream of Consciousness post tore me up. Damn you have a way with our language.

Keep on keepin' on... seems like we're in a 'sticky' time and that life isn't flowing as smoothly as it was. I've been struggling to pay bills, something that hasn't happened in many years, but for some reason I don't feel too stressed-out by this. I have plenty of internal resources to keep me fed and sheltered, what else does a person need?

Being in love is reward enough. There have been many challenges faced by the wonderful lady in my life, and myself, as we mesh two lives into one. It's been worth a few tears to create the world of happiness the lady and I are sharing. We're learning how to be completely honest with one another, and this means we are learning to be honest with ourselves. Talk about scary :)

Peace and hope to all you out there. Remember, the gods are always laughing – our human tragedies are like slapstick comedy to those living on the higher planes of existence.


wv: imptio... a spanish speakers crazy and fun uncle is known as an imp tio..

piety piet said...

You les, have a rare bloodgroup, .. but a quite common and fundamental case of dualism which you should do something about. Not for profit break: i have a site designed just for that, a cure for a very lamentable and pandemic condition.

you wrote (which i loved): " ...stoking the boiler of the demon ship, which they seek to sail through the heart of humanity in the hopes that it will be divided and convinced that its other half is its enemy."

Beautiful. Yes. Internalized and even universalized polarity. But the trick is to choose a calibur of polarities you are fit to lift and none of them are in the category of ingestibles or strange and fabled stuff steaming through any vitals.

In other words you want something not only pronouncible but fit with a handle of that exact guage which fits your hand perfectly (that's what the invisible hands of god set in motion), gears allowed when feasible of course.

There most always is a way to pick up MiNNerals, all but the outermost of their breatHren and sorOxides (hey, clever that) cloaked in darkness by their brethren, scratch a tiny little dust off and drip in into a puddle or a watering can, or a pond, creek ... what have your. The tiniest prayer possible is still a unit of prayer, they have no upper or lower bounds, isn't that the point you hammer out and rub in all the time?

your very next alinea drops the ball though, going for an either or absolutism (breaking it off abruptly to fill the rest with personal intimate cute little details). I could use your acumen to spread the dark meet light epistle as it plays out and not these days, prevented from optimum comfort and succour spending engagement, wet meet dry (dust flung into water from the sky, powdered over every turd ... you get the peaksure don't ya?) and given time springing off green (green of spring).

Vanguard said...

The time of knowing is nigh upon us. Yea, even doth the sound and the glory, intimations thereof, bathe us. And yet we are merely at the fringe of that which is coming.

(As with each of you, there are many things which I may not say. These tapestries thickly bedeck cavernous, formal chambers. These volumes rise in shelf upon shelf within spiraled, towering halls. And yet they are within the small space that is me. And you.)

Nevertheless, know this: the days are as steps one taketh upon a short journey.

In the darkness fleeing before the radiant Dawn, the dream that was reality for so many, shall transpose. For twilight is a time of magical seeming. You will see with a sight that cometh from within.

Much higher, and also much lower, laws, shall manifest, before your waking eyes.

These tremendous times, and your actions therein, shall seem as some childhood game, fraught with intensity, and commitment. Again and again, some shall speedily return from the sidelines. For victory is close at hand. And all are needed. You must desire with a pure, unbridled passion, to help carry the day.

piety piet said...

dualistic mating mode, flowery but nothing they can imagine and begin to do and integrate darkness with/for ...

dualistic mating mode, flowery and colourful but finding nothing within them (certainly not reason, and not for no reason) with which they can imagine and begin to do and integrate darkness and become it well as/with/for ... like .. being floury, flurries of flour administers making sport and jolly good fun of chasing and fructifying storms. Oh the fun we make do without in order to try destroy the possibilty and cut off the paths to follow, should we change our minds. That's what dualism does, it tries to be as final and absolute as it can tempt us into making it, be.

comment (at drew's naturalresonancerevolution earlier this week) on the parfrey post:
Friday, May 21, 2010
Magical Beings in an Infinite Multiverse
Rampage (whom i first and last visited on halloween) being a dualist, undoubtedly won't be able to sell him a green meeting of black and white extremes (but i might be tempted to try, in gratitude for the realistic pieces he did about Nimbin and stuff, like land use around there, well worth it)

he did a post series called psychedelic water (and something else each of the 23 installments) which is kinda novelistic with dialogue and copulation (lots of the all you can f0ck variety was quickly found as i was browsing around his places all the way back into the territory.

a post of yours that slipped by me reads (quoting PZMyers):

David Chalmers has (unintentionally) perpetrated the same feat of conceptual sleight-of-hand in declaring to the world that he has discovered “The Hard Problem” of consciousness. It is, however, possible that what appears to be the Hard Problem is simply the large bag of tricks that constitute what Chalmers calls the Easy Problems of Consciousness. These all have mundane explanations, requiring no revolutions in physics, no emergent novelties. I cannot prove that there is no Hard Problem, and Chalmers cannot prove that there is.

I think i ran into that 'hard problem' meme years ago (caught my eye for what i hope are familiar enough reasons to yall now to not need explaining).

If he associates Hard with Easy (as opposed to keeping up the preachy priesty piousavant fronts that land you no higher prestige, respect and social standing than, say .. a careen in the extradition branch) i am all for it.

ok, if we're scrabbling here, the blogger wv, is giving me this round:

piety piet said...
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piety piet said...

same again but corrected

yes we are all chosen to choose the right thing, choice everything!!!

none are chosen to deprive, poison or somehow pollute that choice, not even for and to themselves (no matter how fine the walls and edifices, icons and real or token zcapegoatzz).

nobody who commits that crime can be left alone but forfeits free choice (wether to choose plain or imagine being chosen to choose .. to be left alone, apart, a different class rank or count ((count or number in or out plus permutish conjugations thereof)) or plain).

Visible said...

Not to be judgmental or anything; people are welcome to spend their time at those things they find fulfilling but.. you aren't making any sense and I can usually follow most lines of thought even when they go off the paper.

piety piet said...
a post to give pause and wonder about dualism as reflected in the new vs old testament ... though maker of the visually ugly (black on white mostly) vid posted at this item, GIIvideo (+ does not make that point.

one of 3 commenters --
Jeff ("JRed")
Look Up Fellowship
Right Now Radio
Kingdom Bound Radio
I Want To Believe Radio -- makes the 'bible is a calendar' type argument. Sigh, so is the torah, so is the quran ... so is the dreamspell, but all neglect to emphasize and place micro All(love)armaturism kloekediclock cluck luck in paramount positions whichever way the Welt/Bild bends and wends ... which .... which proves to me that making dualism and rhythm an entirely moral shellgame is diabolic reason tripped into vicious tailspin.

the (waaaay above average in the perspicaciousness department) blogger as 3rd and last goes:
And thank you Jeffrey for your comments, where even as I get the feeling we don't see eye to eye on the bible, you're a stand out gentleman to take time to write polite and coherent thoughts.
One question for you though - what do you mean by "out of context"?
What context could possibly ameliorate the command to slaughter or enslave? (I've got my own ideas but I'd really like to hear what you say if you got a minute or two.)
21/11/10 5:12 PM

Les, you should send emissaries and ambassadors over there every now and then.

piety piet said...

ok, if't my language you find difficult, i can asssure you the basics (minus the spiritual, socia-historico and psychohysterica side-, over- and undertones) can be found here a little plainer:

but you being a solo sailer won't wanna bother ... i write for your commenters more than for you though.

you think i have any hope for 'temeluch' or arkansas bob?

There is more but not much for their hangers on.

wv: eless -- adress les with less E-traffic????

peace out

piety piet said...

your reply to me shows in my mailbox but not here, oddly enough ... neat trick that ...

you show you both confirm and misunderstand me (but entertain some wishes of your own .. the usual ... ):

i say solo you say 'makes no difference to me and has no influence.'

that's pretty much synonymous or am i being obscure still. Anyway, like i said, peace out, nice howling widthtsja

wv: repurgyr (yeah, back for more punishment ...

Visible said...

Let me sum it up like this. I am autonomous. I hear and see and I refer it to the ruling authority. If it is, it is. If it is not then it still is not.

There's nothing I care to argue about because it's all a departure from what is. Everyone shades what can't be said by utilizing what can be said which betrays only their personal perspective. No matter how direct or obscure the presentation may be it all has to come up against what is to the exclusion of all else.

A lot of people are engaged in the interpretation and statement of what is and is not. Many of them say the same thing while having entirely different effects of varying periods of endurance. Each person knows or does not know who they serve and each operates with a different degree of surrender to what they've turned themselves over to. My complete loyalty lies with that and nothing and no one else.

I keep to myself because I'm not really interested in talking to or at anyone else. What I do here and at other variations are the result of a pressure that is both welcome and not to be avoided. Otherwise I might well be doing nothing at all, which seems to me to be the best of all possible worlds.

I've got much better things to do that are a lot more like doing nothing than this is and as soon as I can fold up this tent I will move into something harder to see and more difficult to hear.

Django said...

You are making no sense.

nina said...

[...]A lot of people are engaged in the interpretation and statement of what is and is not. Many of them say the same thing while having entirely different effects of varying periods of endurance. Each person knows or does not know who they serve and each operates with a different degree of surrender to what they've turned themselves over to.[...]
That should serve as a description of your masterworks.

I am ever so grateful to the vessel receiving the Forces for whom you are one of their most sustainable vehicles.

I have a friend sort of like this you, I have not seen her in many moons, she is a Choctaw mystic living in the desert. I'd come to her with my concerns and she would respond only after a session with the Talking Feather. I always appreciated that. Can you imagine what a world we would have if such respect was encouraged and commonplace? And whatever I received from the Talking Feather's vessel was always Taoistic in an Everything is Everything, What is, IS, language.

Vessels make the best people and friends. Anyone who is so fortunate as to meet up with one or more is honored as well as imprinted positively. Don't be shy please Visible and tell me you're just a nobody know-nothing because that's classic vessel speak.

Pstonie said...

No offence piet, but reading your posts remind me of some late generation spam. The only parts that seem to have relation to anything else in it are the talking points, being duality in this case. Please explain in as mortal terms as possible since it's something I've been wondering about lately.

I am probably wrong, since it wouldn't be the first time I've thought words over my head are gibberish.

Here is a spam ad for some boots I have yet to delete from a forum, notice how only the boot parts fit together. This is done for the benefit of search engines. (Brand names edited to prevent it working):

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Visible said...

A new Reflections in a Petri Dish is up now-

Of Bleached Anal Rings and the Displaced Heads of Kings.

Anonymous said...

mr visibles,sorry didnt realise you had written so much stuff,anyway thankyou on behalf of this part of sherwood forest from all the little animals bugs plants and everything oh and also the sky....

..thankyou neil

Odin's Raven said...

Here's a nice article about Rene Guenon and his criticism of Modernity in the Kali Yuga.

Crazy Uncle said...


Visible Origami is my favorite, I've read everything I could find regarding your spiritual journey. I'm 40 now, but it reminds me of those first Eastern books I read at 13 and 14 about the Masters living in the Himalayas, ext...

I'd like to know the list you were given, and believe that "it" has started.

Thanks for sharing,
Jeff in Michigan

Anonymous said...

just watched Mel Gibson's Passion Of Christ for the second time, I 'got it' a bit more ths time, particularly memorable the opening sequence with JC praying in solitude to his dad. passion indeed, rapture, Jung's abaissement naturale, total immersion and surrender. that sort of stuff. generally seems not much has changed in 2000 years. we'll see what comes about in the next few. one thing I know for sure, theres a particular need for it.
all the blessed.



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