A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

Public Service Announcement


14 April 2014

Visible is moving home April 15th 2014.

At the same time, all his blogs - including this one, will be relocating, too; this means that soon this page will disappear - as will all other pages on Vis' sites. The move (the blogs' move that is, not lord Visible's) is expected to take somewhere between 3 and 8 Earth days so should complete some time between 18 and 25 April 2014.

The blogs will remain accessible however, on their old blogspot.com URLS, and here is where you are going to find them - so please bookmark the following links!


Reflections in a Petri Dish
Smoking Mirrors
Visible Origami


Please also be aware that although all the existing blogs' content will remain accessible, many image links and other bits and pieces may look a bit tatty for the duration of the move (not that anyone visits Vis blogs for pretty pictures anyway, but it's just polite to let you know)



Thank you for bearing with us during the move!



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Thursday, August 25, 2011

Skateboarding with a Bent Wheel in Visibilandia

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

Welcome to my world; Visibilandia stretches as far as the horizon permits, according to the reach of my consciousness on any given day. I don’t know how big or small it is. I’ve never attempted to measure it and have no tools to do it with anyway, because the boundaries are always changing and the landscape is not a constant, given that more than one plane and/or dimension of being is in operation at all times and the number of dimensions and planes varies, according to the state of being at any moment. My world includes this world and other worlds. It extends at variable distances within and without.

The meaning and appearance of my world changes, depending on the point and perspective, which depends on the lens in use, or the lack of a lens and that depends on whether what is left of me is engaged in the analysis and observation, or whether it is ‘the witness’ that is so engaged.

People have various takes on where I am coming from and that is mostly determined on where they are coming from, because the same abilities and limitations apply to us all and this will vary depending on our depth and capacity. It is certainly affected by the degree that we can surrender the personal and it is also greatly affected by the degree to which the manifest world and what we have assimilated from it is allowed to affect the way we interpret and understand anything.

When I look at someone like Jacque Fresco, I see a man approaching the age of a hundred years, who lives on a plot of land in Florida, where he entertains a steady stream of students, seekers and pensioners, who show up and want to hear him talk. I see him as an inventor and a visionary, who wants to assist in the architecture of a new world. For all of his complexity of knowledge and experience, he’s a simple man. The movie, The Future by Design, tells you a great deal about him and I can tell a great deal about a person (my assumption) by simply listening to them speak. I believe I can gauge a person’s honesty and intention by what I get from the resonance of their tone of being.

We are all a kind of musical instrument, through which the cosmos plays a particular music. The spirit of the divine sings through all of us but sometimes it carries a tune; sometimes it is dissonant and it can be anything you can imagine because anything you can imagine is present here in someone.

This is a dark age and has been for some time. The historical record shows this and we’ve intimations and sketchy records of greater civilizations that self-destructed earlier on. As much as history is a lie, the one thing it doesn’t conceal, is the degree of violence that has preceded us to this point and the present gives ample proof of continuance. In times of darkness, the worst among us rise into positions of prominence, to perform the perversions of their will, upon the relative corruptions of their subjects. It’s a performance of informed ignorance, acting upon uninformed ignorance. Whatever may have been true and good and honorable in forgotten and more illuminated times, ceases to be any of those things.

The one perception that everyone should imprint upon their consciousness at any time, is that manifest life is a continuous series of demonstrations, for the purpose of lessons that need to be learned. All the world’s indeed a stage and we are each players having our exits and entrances, as The Bard so aptly put it. There is no eternal, shining city on the hill that finally comes into being for us to enjoy here. This world is change, period and you change until you no longer have to be going through changes here. Or you do not change sufficiently and you continue to go through changes here. Reincarnation, like Karma and other features of this plane of being are not metaphysical speculation for me. These things are verities that I do not question, because I have direct experience of them. Whether the reader shares these understandings is of no concern to me, except insofar as they are inconvenienced and retarded in their evolution as a result of it.

As unpredictable as this world may seem, it is highly predictable. Timing may be difficult but certainty of cycling events and conditions are not. A lawyer, who had been commenting at the blogs for awhile, got it into his head that he wasn’t being treated at his preferred level of importance. I thought this temporary state had been ironed out but certain kinds of rage, especially in the area of self importance, are not easily appeased. I didn’t post a comment of his and he told me that he could sue me for having made general reference to the contents of his comment, which I did not publish; how very like a lawyer and this sort of thing extends into every profession, where the practitioner identifies themselves with the practice. Doctors like to play God and it doesn’t matter that they are generally incompetent in terms of healing people. Scholars and experts pretend to knowledge and understanding beyond their capacity and become enraged when they are questioned on their omniscience. Religious leaders present themselves as agents of the incomprehensible and often behave like the unspeakable. Business impresarios are masters of justification for whatever they do to turn a profit. You can extrapolate from this through every pretense and profession. This is just how it is in times of darkness.

Men like Jacque Fresco and others who seek to do good by serving humanity, or in attempting to open the eyes of the public, are often reviled and identified as undesirable, while those preying upon them are viewed with awe and fealty. Certain mysterious seeming orders and lodges, that preserve the wisdom of more enlightened times, are looked at with suspicion, because those who have co-opted and perverted the original intent, paint them in this light through their agents in operation, at various levels of activity. In times of darkness, the outer organizations, that originally took their impulses from higher levels, can often become corrupt but the original tenets were sound before they got all bent out of shape in the service of self interest.

One of the complaints I have received concerning my commentary on Alex Jones and true believers has to do with his level of material success and wider spread of influence, as if I wished I could be like Alex Jones, or that great material success was my objective. Some say that Alex Jones provides an elementary service in opening people’s eyes but as a very savvy reader pointed out, that is not useful if the elementary equation equates to 2+2=5. It doesn’t make for a lot of greater good, if your message is peppered with a certain degree of truth, while major truths are ignored or presented in ways that conflict with provable fact. This is the very essence of disinformation. One can point to all of the correct things they said and use that to bolster faith in obvious lies.

In times of darkness, corruption is a given and over the process of time, what is suicidal and wrong, takes upon itself all of the appearances of something that is good for us. Logic is a fine tool but logic can be used to argue anything from any position and make whatever it is arguing for seem logical and appropriate. We all possess some degree of corruption but, like anything else, the type, degree and intensity have a lot to do with the quantity and quality of harm done.

I freely admit to a certain amount of personal corruption but I am trying to quit (grin). I smoke rollup cigarettes and I ingest psychotropic substances. I go to parties in the woods and dance all night and sometimes drink a certain amount of beer. I’ve engaged in some amount of sexual, wild child engagements, certainly more than most but all of these things are phases of experience, in an atmosphere of change and all of these things have been reduced by a considerable margin and will continue to be because they are all irrelevant to my objective. I’ve been told I was put through all of it for a reason in any case and I believe that is true because I have cried out and appealed with intense regularity to be freed of certain things but they remain until the time for them to go. My corruptions do not extend beyond the things mentioned. That is the key point.

Some people think I am an agent of the government or some shadowy organization that impacts on the government. Some people think because I appreciate the work of some and do not appreciate the work of others that I have to be acting on the behalf of some agenda. In truth, I am acting on behalf of an agenda. I work for the cosmos. You might argue that I’m not very good at it, or that I don’t perfectly represent its perfect intent and you would find no argument from me on that score. I’m a work in progress and I’m working hard. I would have to say that that is pretty much all I do. My mistakes pain me and inspire me to greater effort but all of my efforts are meaningless, until the time the cosmos decides on its own that I am deserving of a greater freedom from my shortcomings and limitations. It’s not by works that we achieve the thing, as has been stated by a much greater channel than myself.

Trying to tell the truth is a difficult art and there’s no great material future in it because most people don’t want to hear it. Of course, the truth is beyond telling and can only be experienced in a certain state of being but that’s incidental to our present status as corporate forms, who must perform and produce something. People talk about not talking and people talk about not doing and living in the deep unity of all things but they’re still talking about it and with rare exceptions, still not accomplishing it. We all have a job to do, whether we know what that is or not. We all have one job more important than any other job, whether we know it or not and that is to ‘know thyself’. Every other endeavor is pointless in the long run but we live in a short run world, where temporary gratification trumps restraint and the pursuit of more enduring things. Up is down here and wrong more often right than wrong. We go along to get along and get nowhere except more deeply entangled. Breaking out of the matrix brings one into another matrix. The one we are being freed from is a perversion upon the one we are escaping into and its all under control. The thing that deceives us, is an expression of the thing that frees us and in times of darkness, achieving that freedom is an act of superhuman effort that will still fail without the good offices of the one in charge. We’re basically helpless but not without help and we should cry out for it the way a baby cries out for its mother because it is the same principle.

Who we really are may not become known in a time of darkness and the work we do may not be seen for what it is across the board. That should have zero impact on our continuing at it. Sooner or later, the fool who persists in his folly will be made wise and as Blake implied, it’s possible that the palace of excess leads to the temple of wisdom. We are the road we walk so there’s no point in arguing about the various well beaten tracks and less well beaten tracks.

I’ve gone on a bit longer here today so I’ll leave it at this point. Good fortune awaits, take advantage of it.


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Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ When Darkness Falls ♫
'When Darkness Falls' is track no. 5 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
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God in Country by Les Visible


-having to do with turning into a pillar of salt.

Don’t look back. You’ve heard that before. Bob Dylan said it for some reason. I figure he got it from Satchel Page whose admonition was based upon the fact that someone might be gaining on you. There are a lot of reasons not to look back. I’m less concerned about whether someone might be gaining on me as I might be about getting sucked back into the outgoing tide or inclined to repeat something whose result I forgot between the last occurrence and the one looking to happen again.

Nations repeat things. Religions repeat things. Individuals repeat things. Sometimes you repeat things to reinforce the message, like a good discipline or habit. Sometimes you do it because you just don’t know any better, or you do know better but you don’t care. Sometimes you repeat things because you just never get them and you think if you keep repeating them somehow it will one day make sense. That’s not out of the question.

There are people who think if they read Thomas Aquinas for a hundred years that they may come across some great truth. They think if they burn a lot of incense and focus real hard on the pageant that the baby Jesus is going to come out of the diorama and talk to them. Many like the sackcloth and ashes thing, or the dressed in black with veils and all sorts of sailboat rigging beneath. A death or a betrayal is a cause for great celebration in reverse. A close death can be good for years of despairing repetitions.

It could just be me. Then again, the chance that it may just be me in regard to anything is highly unlikely. But it seems to me that the billboard is not the product. What I mean is that the thing you are being sold in the ad it not the thing in fact. And further more, the thing in fact is not the thing that was advertised. What I mean is that Coke is NOT the real thing in the back of your mind. Everything that is being sold is generally being sold as more than it could ever possibly be, as something that looks and tastes better than it does, as both supple entwining lover and peace of mind.

The difference between the established churches of the world and Wal-Mart is that Wal-Mart is selling you something that you can take home and eat, or play with, or rub on your body and the church is selling you something that is supposed to make the time that happens in between all of this, and that time as well, worthwhile- and you also get a VIP ticket to the crossover world of whatever Disneyland they told you to be expecting.

The fact is, everything is selling you something. Even in nature, everything is clamoring for attention, whether by scent or color; what have you. At no point along the way is anything you are being offered the actual thing itself. How are you supposed to appreciate or understand the thing out of which everything is made when you only see it after something else has been made out of it?

Where’s the genie in the bottle?

Where is the living God on the altar, in the hymnal, in the air, or outside and down the road? Where is it?

Where is the essential thing that was before any of the things you brought out to your car from the shopping center? Where is and what is that shimmering malleable whiteness that is previous to the thing being tasted, or touched or studied?

What is it that is hiding around and inside of and behind everything?

Alright, is this just a Warner Brothers cartoon where explosions don’t hurt anyone? Is this one of those insane roadrunner things where Wylie Coyote gets destroyed a hundred times and nothing really happens to him? Or does it really hurt? Do you hurt? Are you aware of people hurting? Are you aware of people across the globe hurting because of something you support, practice, believe in? Is it for their own good? Are you confused?

When you broke someone’s heart, or made them cry, or broke their arm; were they a cartoon? Did you feel bad? Did you do it again anyway? Are you still doing it? For some people, other people aren’t real, not in the sense that it matters what happens to them.

Let’s take it on faith that the force or thing that all churches purport to represent actually exists. Let’s also take it on faith that it went somewhere else shortly before or after the church got built. Let’s assume that there is a basic contradiction between the thing and the organizations designed to contain and dispense it. What you see isn’t what you get. Caveat Emptor and yadda, yadda, yadda...

Perhaps the real source of all the heartbreak and cruelty in the world has to do with being sold a false bill of goods. All the disappointments in the world; all the finding out that what you thought was wrong, what you loved was false, what you did was meaningless; all this is based on having believed something that was falsely represented as something else. Have you ever felt like you were close to getting to the heart of thee matter? Have you seen that bright shimmering thing at the peripheral point- disappearing around the corner just when you turned to look? Have you felt it bubbling up from the deep internal springs? There is was and there it went away; where it came from and where it went remains a mystery.

The comfort of tradition and repetition; the solid feel of the pew and the pistol and the historical precedence and justifications for bad actions- or, just about anything you want to convolute into being perfectly okay, is not the thing it’s made out of. It’s not the thing itself. It’s a crystallization of something that is no longer breathing inside of it. God went dancing down the road just as soon as God was done with that particular story. God undressed and dropped those clothes that now hang behind glass, wreathed with incense and sometimes alleged to cry tears of blood.

It’s not the easiest thing to talk around and through the thing itself. I guess I just want to tell you that disappointment is to be expected when you buy the package that doesn’t contain the thing itself. You can look back forever. You can turn into salt. You can repeat the words and maybe get lucky, or maybe not... but it’s the thing itself that you are after and it is waiting for you to recognize a critical feature. It’s waiting for you to realize that this is an internal affair, that it is alive and that it is part of you and that it is listening in. It’s not outside there somewhere. It’s not in any of the places that are proclaiming the presence. It doesn’t satisfy out of a Coca Cola can; that way lies tooth decay and diabetes, period. You may get a taste of it in the presence of numbers reaching in a confined space, for part of a moment- but the actual possession of, the discovery of it requires a reach past the swirling clutter of the ages... constantly doing the ‘new and improved’ dance of Shake and Bake presto manifesto.

Sooner or later we got to leave some things behind and this may hurt. It hurts less depending on how you feel about leaving them. It may even feel really good. That’s up to you. I guess it’s because you can’t have the thing itself as long as... Well, I’ll stop there and let you take over.

Friday, August 19, 2011

The Monkey Mind and the Dog of Desire.

Clarity out of confusion or, so we hope.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

We’re all hounded by the Dog of Desire and the Monkey Mind. The Dog of Desire is endlessly afoot sniffing out all of the gray and unexplored or often explored locations he’s never been or forgotten he’s been. The Monkey Mind likes to chatter and throw shit; figuratively and literally. Nearly all of the world that we can perceive is a manifestation of some activity by the Dog of Desire or the Monkey Mind, singly and in tandem. There are other creatures about, in less primary roles but let us also mention the main creature, less easily seen than the other two and that is the radiant serpent, who is the essential force of the manifesting and contemplative god in two states of being. You can encounter this serpent moving in the grass or, ideally, raised in a hood above your head or the head of one you would be most fortunate to encounter. I’ve experienced the latter and am in pursuit of the former. Most folks aren’t engaged in either, because this is Kali Yuga and they want things and beings they can touch and possess and control. That’s just how it is until the radiant serpent sets into action as any of all of the forces it is the source of, directly or indirectly.

Purists and pundits may quibble about my presentation here on minor points but argument and the vanity of precision is their general state and I couldn’t hope to please them so long as they remain purists and pundits by definition.

One of the reasons for the appearance of Jesus Christ and Mohammed at their particular times has to do with Kali Yuga and the state of conditions in the period. Both of these religions accentuate service, surrender and devotion. These are the only sure and certain processes in these dark times and they are often overlooked, given that many of us are fascinated by knowledge and the possibilities of personal will, these things will and do fail in times like these and lead to the inevitable lessons that attend them.

There’s a particular irony that concerns the presence of the serpent and its association with evil and The Devil but that’s all a blind and is also tied in with our screwed up understanding of the sexual force. I am often amused when people mention Tantra, as if they have some familiarity with the subject. This is by far the most difficult yoga of them all and is impossible without the guiding services of a bonafide teacher. Generalized Tantra is a possibility but not the profound intricacies of all of the differently colored and various lengths of the breath, not to mention a whole warehouse of other things. I’ve looked into this as well as its western correlative, The Alchemical Marriage. Both of these are accomplished by the cosmic practitioner within us because it is impossible for anyone else. If your nature and destiny are geared in this direction, or any direction, it will come about at some point.

There’s a reference in The Bible that states we are seen coming from a long way off and it has a companion phrase in the Eastern teachings that states, “When the pupil is ready the master is waiting”. This implies that we are watched and we certainly are; every single thought, word and deed is observed and recorded by agents of the divine, who exist for this purpose. The whole thing is solid and precise beyond the perception of the human mind and it always has been. In times of relative harmony we take this for granted, even if we’ve never actually considered it. In times of disharmony, it’s the first thing that goes from our thoughts. We immediately assume it is out of control but it never is. We’re not very stable, not in times of harmony and certainly not in times of disharmony but then... we wouldn’t be thrown off balance if we were.

The 14th trump in The Tarot is called “Temperance”. It’s a symbol of the process by which The Great Work is accomplished and what is also called The Operation of the Sun, as well as an indicator about the possession and construction of The Pearl of Great Price and The Philosopher’s Stone. Its quality is defined as ‘wrath’ and that’s an interesting idea for the descent of the one force through us, for the purpose of testing and tempering. You’ve got a lion on one side and an eagle on the other that might have formerly been a scorpion. These are representative of two areas of our nature and you can guess why wrath is associated, when you consider the effect of the cosmic transformative force upon our associations and identifications with these areas. The timeless process symbolized by the angel is accomplished by the angel alone and not by us and if you don’t get that then you don’t get it. This is also what is being stated by The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus concerning The Operation of the Sun.

Whether one thinks of themselves as an aspirant; a magician, a seeker, a slave of God, a friend of God (that needs to be conferred actually) or any of the terms one might be likely to use, there is a scenario that gets acted out in a series of checks, balances and permissions to see where you’re at. So long as surrender, devotion and authentic service are in operation, all is well and good. As soon as they are not, one of two things can happen. You are blocked, or the way is opened toward whatever folly is under consideration. This is how people rise to the top of the pyramid of human expression in the temporal realm. They’re not brought there as any kind of a favor or due to competency, as we can easily see in their behaviors of the moment. They’re brought there to make a lesson out of them. I’ve said this many times and it is no less true for the repetition of it.

If it seems sometimes that you are encountering nothing but treachery and hard luck, you are actually in luck. The reality of things is quite often the opposite of the appearance of things. A few years ago, a specific hard drive on my computer made all of its files disappear. That is where I had my musical files and they represented a lot of time and hard work. I was a little upset about it at the time. It happened while someone was working on my computer and supposed to be fixing it. I took my new computer in a couple of weeks ago to get it fixed, when some unknown problem appeared and, once again, the one drive on the computer that contained all of the musical files that has been generated since the time of the last incident, also disappeared the files. I just shrugged and said, “Oh well, never mind”. That’s an improvement. Quite a few things have happened to me lately that have put me into a similar position and my reaction has been the same. I understand that there’s nothing I can do about any of it and that’s a big improvement.

For any number of years, I have recognized the hand of God in my life, yet, even while recognizing it, I didn’t always approve of it, as if I had a clue about how things should be. That’s why the quality of that card is ‘wrath’ and for various reasons. Now, most of the time, if something happens or doesn’t happen; I can still see the hand of God in it but I’m okay with whatever it is, even when lost standing patterns of rebellion seek to compromise me and the issue at hand.

I can’t imagine any personal liability being greater than the possession of the idea that we know. We don’t know. We just think we do and everything we see and do is colored by that. We may move around all over the place in this state but we’re not going anywhere until we lose it. It’s tied into regenerated innocence and it’s also connected to that serpent I mentioned. That’s tied in to wisdom and understanding which are two of the greatest possessions one can acquire. Love, of course, is the chief of them all and wisdom and understanding are primary, high end, expressions of it.

The idea of Love can be very confusing because we are confused and think we know what it is. Our idea of knowing is an insurmountable barrier to our capacity to grasp what Love is. No one has ever plumbed or perceived the extent of Love and no one ever will. The purpose of existence is to teach us; so far as we are capable, what Love is by showing us what Love is not. We are all expressions of the one, sent forth in search of experience, for the purpose of becoming self aware and recognizing the presence of the indwelling, which sent us forth in the first place. There’s no other purpose to life but you can see what people get up to under what they imagine is their own power. Pain is the constant reminder of the state of separation and all that attends it. All our pain and distress of any kind is a significator for the absence of Love, which can also be called The Presence of God.

People claim that they want to discover and experience God and The Truth, until they see what the cost is. Then they come to some arrangement with themselves for a facsimile. You get what you pay for. If you want the real thing, it costs everything but... everything is nothing of value. It just appears to be because of the appetites of The Dog of Desire and the constructs of the Money Mind.


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Visible sings: It Always Breaks Your Heart by Les Visible♫ It Always Breaks Your Heart ♫

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

The Cat in the Kitchen and the Mouse behind the Icebox

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet.'

It is upon us. It is on the doorstep and the indications are not good because we are left with the continuing policies of those who led us to the brink, as they ruthlessly and indifferently repeat the definition of insanity, which is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

The personal problem that I see for everyone personally is that the focus is on external events, instead of internal transformation. Both of these are guides for behavior, which involve doing and not doing. If our responses to things are the same as they have always been then we are also insane. It’s past time to step back and simply observe the lesson that is being demonstrated and that is the outworking of evil destroying itself. Evil has various engines of performance; ignorance, greed and the other dark passions that attend it. Aggressive self interest has the perception that it is maximizing its survival. The fact is that it is only increasing its vulnerability. Self interest runs up and down the ladder of relative position. It’s no less damaging in a hovel than it is in a mansion.

I’ve read the statistic that of all of the junk purchased in malls and elsewhere, 85% of it winds up in a landfill two weeks later. How precise that is, I do not know, but any near proximity of percentage, indicates the folly of acquisition, based on temporary magnetism to those material replacements for something deeper, which cannot be satisfied by the possession of junk. This is how it is in a junk culture, where the church of the moment consists of the worship of the temporary.

We are where we are, surrounded by what surrounds us and that is an expression of what we thought we wanted. Some of us have a whole lot of it and some of us very little. Some of us were in an easier position to gain these things and some of us were not so well positioned. That also is an expression of what we wanted being the result of how long and intensively we have wanted it, which has something to do with our position relative to gaining it.

Many think that the chaos and uncertainty taking place will confine itself to other places, if it happens not to be happening nearby at the moment. Many in protected states believe that that protection will hold because the system is geared toward the security of those who have more. Here is where the apocalyptic trend of the times comes in to play. We are not just subject to external circumstance. We are subject to the integrity of our internal being, as it matches up with the will of the cosmos. That’s where the judgment of the personal takes place, as it meets the push of the cosmos, in its inflexible movement toward transformation of the stage of contemporary being. Change is the universal constant and change is always determined by the intent of the universe, in relation to whatever demonstration it has in mind for us.

I’ve used a particular image on occasion that I find very relevant to these times. A mouse sits behind the refrigerator. The mouse knows that the cat is waiting, somewhere beyond in the kitchen. The cat knows the mouse is there too. The mouse is presently safe but the fear factor is intense. Will the mouse profit from its awareness of its security, or will the fear drive the mouse from its place of security, in search of another security, when it is already secure? There is a pertinent message here. If the mouse is not presently secure then that is a whole other thing.

There is never a time when some kind of system is not in place, even if the system seems to be some form of anarchy, there is always a method in the madness. Systems come and go. Our present system is going because the time has come to replace it. That’s not negotiable. Here we can take a cue from the wise man, Lao Tzu. He refers to the green flexible stalk and the no longer green and inflexible stalk. The green, flexible stalk can bend in the winds of change. The other cannot.

In times of stable and temporarily enduring systems, money, position and power can be serious protections. In times of instability they are liabilities. This is why it always comes down to the inner as opposed to the outer. The potential for sustained stability is far greater, with a dependence upon the internal because, even in times of a stable system, one is still susceptible to the same dangers because the potential for loss, injury and fatality is always there. Also, one’s own body is subject to all manner of things and wealth, position and power of are no account here, unless you think getting bad news from a more expensive doctor is a plus.

When you are not in harmony with the archetypes and that greater force upon which they rest and resonate, your own body will react against you, in the pursuit of this harmony. All disease and the like is an expression of this reaching for harmony in respect of restoring balance.

These are not ordinary times, in the best and worst of senses. This gets repeated at these sites often because it is of signal importance. Focusing on the outer and acting and planning against the possibilities of what may come to pass, is much less effective than a concentration upon the inner being, which is directly connected to the force bringing all external conditions about. This lesson is going to be demonstrated and taught to everyone who still believes that they can personally manipulate the external to their advantage. This is precisely what is becoming increasingly less possible by the moment for that very reason. One might say, “Live and learn”. Hard lessons are hard because of personal resistance to the presence of what is contained in the lesson. If one releases this presumption of knowing what is what, one may prosper and it is certain that the presumption does not contain the answer, or the situation would not be what it is. Somehow the logic of all of this escapes the general mind and that is because we want to hold on to what we have and we want to continue having, until we are just like the people responsible for the mess, which makes all of us responsible to some degree.

There’s no way of knowing how all of these wakeup calls are going to affect those under the spell of the dream being translated out of its former comfort zone. Many are deeply entrenched in this dream and get all of their meaning and modalities of action from the mouthpieces of those employed by the force that has brought us to this pass. It is crazy to be reliant for your instructions for living from those whose sole motivation is to profit from your confusions, appetites and states of distress. No reasonable mind would countenance such a thing but we are quite short on reasonable minds in these unreasonable times.

Something is coming in the external and something is coming from the internal and you can’t follow both of them, if they are in conflict with each other and, speaking only from my own perspective, they most definitely are. For myself, I seek to fall back upon the timeless verities, which happen to be timeless verities because they are enduring and the rest of it is not.

We are all subject to the playing out of what we believe in and the degree to which we actually understand the essence of what we believe in. In many cases we are reliant on mere words devoid of meaning. Words have power when the mind behind them apprehends their actual connection to what is true. They have no meaning when they are vain displays of compromised dogma and cant, presided over by greed-heads, power junkies and pedophiles dressed up like Halloween drag queens.

The truth declared to reside in all of these failing institutions departed a long time ago. There’s only one place where the living reality of truth and its various expressions can be found and you don’t have to travel across the street, across the waters or come out from behind the refrigerator to find it.


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Visible sings: The eponymous Les Visible Music Album♫ Peace ♫
'Peace' is track no. 4 of 10 on Visible's eponymous 'Les Visible' Music Album
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The eponymous Les Visible Music Album

Saturday, August 06, 2011

Crimson in the Clover, Over and Over.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

What fascinating and unpredictable times these are. A couple of days ago I had had something on my mind that had floated around as a possibility but had never happened. It seemed like it couldn’t happen, or wouldn’t happen and then suddenly it happened. I had to go somewhere for it and I didn’t want to but I was compelled to but couldn’t understand why because it seemed like all the other times and I had come to a point where I didn’t consider it as a reality anymore. I went a tad apprehensively because I try to watch everything I do now and there’s no telling what something means anymore.

Then, yesterday, I was reading something by a writer who gets carried at a site where I do not, even though that site solicited me to be carried. When I didn’t start appearing, I wrote and asked them about it and got a nice response from someone, with an apology and then they still didn’t carry me, so I walked away from that. This writer was talking about how The Tribe are just pawns and sacrifices to some forever unnamed elite that is pulling all the strings and setting up the world’s biggest victims as the next victims, as if they had always been victims and he mentioned a number of writers, some of whom I think are dingbats, who write all kinds of prissy stuff about female sexuality and how women not wearing dresses is the cause of the destruction of western culture; whatever that is. My name wasn’t mentioned and I think that was because I lay the blame for much of what is taking place at the very doorstep of The Tribe.

I look at the names of the perpetrators of 9/11 and they are mostly all members of The Tribe. I look at the main financial demon and his name is Rothschild. I look at the heads of all the Central Banks and they are all members of The Tribe. I can’t really find anyone who isn’t in a position of prominence except for some royals and aristocrats and I can make a good argument for their place in the spectrum but why bother. Someone please tell me who these shadowy elite are, by names that are using The Tribe as helpless dupes. Someone give me other names for what happened in Russia and who are responsible for the murder of The Palestinians and so on and so on and so on. Don’t get me started on slavery, human trafficking and organ harvesting, much less false flags.

So I went to walk out my door yesterday while a light rain was falling. I was a little set back in my thoughts about this whole business and the way I can’t seem to communicate as effectively as I might and how I am unstable here and there in my intrepid search for self realization, as well as relative and absolute truth. I’m obviously not as effective as I could be because I’m still not who I should be but I am hopeful. I walked outside and I looked up at the sky and I saw the most perfect double rainbow I have ever seen and I have lived in Hawaii. It was something to behold and a voice came into my head that said, “This is for you, just to let you know that promises have been and will be kept”. Maybe I’m delusional and maybe any numbers of things are true about me, or not. I know what I heard and how it made me feel. This all came on the heels of what had happened the day before so I am thinking that long awaited transformations are finally at hand and right in time for predictions I’ve gotten concerning my upcoming birthday on the 22nd.

This is all a little personal but it does extrapolate out to all of us because all of us are loved and needed more than we know, not that we measure up as we always should.

I believe in a few things and some of those are fixed. I believe in the power and preeminence of Love, which I believe is the primary motive force in creation. I believe the quality and content of Love is misunderstood generally and that is due to the relative presence of darkness in this age. We see and know what we can, based on the clarity possible for us. Love has been redefined as something that has various levels of marketable meaning, according to the force of materialism that permeates through our days and ways. It’s one more item on the shelf and you get the expensive kind and the cheap kind and neither have anything to do with the real commodity that takes us through the darkness and out the other side. Some of us know that the highest form of love is sacrifice and service but we only understand that to the degree that we are in tune with the mind of the cosmos, as it moves us to whatever destiny awaits each of us and which is a common thing, far up the road.

We don’t actually understand much of anything and that is why we are confused and disappointed. It is why our hearts are heavy and our minds dulled by the incessant force of base magnetic attraction to what is decomposing as we look at it. We desire and we aspire but we have different windows of opportunity that appear in our various ages and if we don’t meet the higher end of what we are capable of, we have less possibility as each age passes, until death liberates us for another round. Since it takes everything we have, most of us don’t have the necessary force to offer the coin required.

This is one of the supreme moments of transformation that is ever possible here and certainly in this type of an age. That means that the essential basic force of impetus is geared directly to all that can be for all who will be. It means that despite ourselves we are making progress, though we could do better. I’m trying and I’ve been trying all my life but my tools and disposition have often run contrary to my best interests. Now I find that something or someone has changed me in some very positive ways as if, maybe all of my inconsistent efforts have finally amounted to something or... extra force of a generous and understanding kind has given me what I don’t feel I actually deserve but I’ll take it (grin).

I know that a lot of us believe that the dreamscape is real and that we have to function in it on certain terms, which always make us feel like whores and fools who have to sell their asses so that they’ll feel they lost something important and valuable, when it doesn’t work out in an equitable way concerning what we think our asses are worth. Yet, how much can our asses be worth if we are selling them? How much were we improved by selling out as opposed to holding out? Some of us have held out and we shall see what that is worth.

It’s an incredibly seedy scene that confronts us these days. I get that, ‘looking at a train wreck’ sensation’ whenever I view the world through the lens of the media reporting on it. I never can resolve my conflict in perception when I see people who are defined as being highly intelligent and competent, achieving what I see in front of me. This measurement of intelligence and competence is directly interpreted according to the relative stupidity of those people now trapped in the results of all that intelligence and capability.

Sometimes I wind up at a British news site and with very few exceptions they are all tabloids. Then there is a line of photos down the right hand side. Sometimes there are fifty or more, that show celebrities in various stages of undress, with commentary about who they are breaking up with and how fine their bodies do or don’t look now and I don’t know who any of them are. Occasionally I will recognize a name but I can’t place any of the rest of them but... they are celebrities. They are celebrities that behave like animals, rolling in roadside carcasses, and that is some kind of a standard for the rest of us. I’m glad I’m not them. I don’t actually know who I am but I am glad I’m not them.

I can’t get over some of the events of the last couple of days. I experienced some things that just weren’t supposed to happen and I get strange things happening all the time so, these were strange on steroids. The thing with the rainbow was a real heart warmer and whatever the actual truth of it may be, it has lifted my spirits when I needed it most.

It’s not easy, having to appear as a wack job, in the eyes of those with no faith in anything but their own abilities to present a deceptive façade. I never like doing that because you’re due to get exposed for it at some point. The universe is pretty unforgiving about that. I don’t like having to be naked all the time either but it’s the safer and wiser choice. I think, it comes down to the reality that it is far more important what the cosmos thinks about you than anyone else. Everyone else doesn’t carry my water and feed me by mysterious means or protect me from the actual and potential dangers of the animal mind. I’m not in Norway being eaten by polar bears and I think part of that is because I know better than to think I’m going to gain personal meaning by seeing what can and cannot happen, when I put myself in the wrong place at exactly the right season. “Script girl!” I’m not amused or entertained by it and that has nothing to do with the other tragedy in Norway that was manipulated by The Tribe to let everyone know who’s in charge. Well now, who is in charge? That’s one question. Who is responsible? That is another. How is it all going to turn out and who is going to wind up hanging on the hooks as the cosmos fires up the judgment train (I got a lot of trains)? Those are other questions.

Is it any of my business what other people do? It might be, if it affects me and... I think that was what was going on, when they got together to write that Declaration of Independence. Another thing is that none of these constructs endure beyond the time it takes for the lessons to be learned; then new constructs and new lessons come, if you need them or want them, because something looks like something and you need to see if that is what it is. I guess we will see what it is, all at once, or for a little while, because the apocalypse makes that happen.

Are the apocalypses all the same according to names and terms? I don’t know. In a million years will this be around for terrestrial consideration? Well, you have Atlantis and Lemuria and what you know about them. MS Word doesn’t even recognize Lemuria.

For myself, it comes down to not being the kind of person who makes my fortune off of the backs of others without their consent; cosmically no one gets where they are going on their own. They had help in both directions. I would say that there never was a time when so much help was available and when it wasn’t more important for you personally and you should take advantage of it. I would also say that this continues to happen and it always will because that is what happens on the road. It is up to each of us what we think awaits and is possible. You will get out of it what you put into it and everyone has a different idea of what that ought to be so... good fortune, my friends.


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Visible sings: Then You Let Go by Les Visible♫ Then You Let Go ♫
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Monday, August 01, 2011

As we Come to The Changing Line.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Well now. It is something to see isn’t it? But I had a point in mind when I did it because I wanted to get it out of the way for myself ahead of time. I have certain gifts, I don’t think they are all that remarkable and I don’t actually possess them anyway because they belong to the true author and I wanted to demonstrate for the benefit of myself and everyone else what it is that happens when you get high in the interest of seeking higher things but sometimes, even often, you compromise your intent.

I am putting aside the use of all those comestibles I have used in my journey to get here. They have been a tremendous help and a source of great personal tragedy too. I think all of us do this to some degree because that is what the world imposes upon us and we want to be ‘with it’ and we want to discover things and for me that time of discovery is over and no longer necessary.

I did my radio show last night about nothing at all and talked about nothing at all because that is what we get up to so much of the time in our frolic of purpose and pursuit. I did it also because of confusion about an incident a month or so ago and confusion about life anyway. A lot of what we get from the world is garbage and we are the world and we have our own garbage and I delivered some of mine in the radio show. I said nothing we didn’t already know and I took fifteen minutes of your time to ramble and give you garbage so you could see that.

Sometimes we have something to say and sometimes we don’t and most of the time we talk about useless shit that means nothing to anyone because a lot of life is going through the motions. I was amused that Barbra Streisand was playing on the TV downstairs at the same time doing her lukewarm and meaningless back and forth’s and Johnny Winter was playing upstairs, thankfully, but you couldn’t hear either of them on the show from what I could tell.

I’m not going to be doing anything like that again but it needed to be done and I apologize for any disappointment that might have come to any of you because of my need to make a point. It will prove useful.

I will try to continue with what I am doing and there may be new media on the way soon as well but things are going to change now. Things are changing for me and for you and let us rise to meet these things and become the better part of what we can make from it.

Susanne and I have had the longest and most important conversations we have ever had recently and I could not be more pleased. We get along better than most people I think but the dynamics now are truly fine.

Everything is working better than it ever did and we have hope that it will continue. I think you will find that what we have been waiting on is now at the doorstep and we shall all do what we have to in that matter.

It’s going to be short and sweet today because I have nothing more to say and we shall see what the morrow brings. Life can be really amazing and over these recent months I have come to see how great the potential is in so many ways. Maybe most will not notice the difference from here on but some will and I surely will so be well and we shall meet again soon.


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