Saturday, September 29, 2012

Tinsel Glitter and the Cup that Holds our Joy.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet and buried in the essential essence of life, immune to all other sensations.

What to say? What to say? Do we get all edgy? Do we get soft and fuzzy? Do we get comedic? How about all three and a bonus mystery style. Well, we don't know what's coming. We just know it is coming. It keeps on coming. God knows why, I don't. I'm a tool. Some people might see that as a negative connotation. I see it as a positive connotation. It's all I want to be and you know what they say about the Army, “Be all you can be”. Well, I'm not in that army but I am in some army. If I were to look in the mirror, maybe I could see the insignia and combat ribbons ...but when I look in the mirror, all I see is some guy in some variation of mufti. I don't get told anything, I just perform for the purpose of demonstration and one day follows the next, until I get to be Les Visible.

We've got a lot of guests coming around these days, so I guess that is what is happening and we are going to be traveling so, if you are UK based and think you might like to pub crawl, or just crawl period (before we can walk) with Visible, you need to book a time slot or come where I am or some central location would be okay too. India comes up in the headlights the second week of December so, if you want to walk, or crawl around that mountain in Arunachala, in the spirit of Ramana Maharshi, right about now is the time to start thinking about it. Of course, right about now is the time to be thinking of a great many things and I'm guessing if you are thinking about the divine, then those great many things will be taken care of.

It's been four or five years now since I first heard about, “rely on me”. It didn't take at first. It was a sort of spurts and sputtered starts, lapsing.... Boss Paul: “Suppose you's to back-slide on us, Luke”. As time has passed, it has gotten more relative and real, given that I keep getting reduced to having to do that anyway. That's how God works, when he wants you to rely on him, he fixes it so that you have no alternative. You have no choice. Certain things can only be accomplished by complete reliance on the divine. There are these deep things, deep within, that have to be removed and they can't be removed unless we become totally reliant, because otherwise we are holding on to the things and God can't remove them, unless we surrender them. Faith and belief are seriously, important qualities. They have a lot more to them than the surface interpretation. It's like Love.

Love is a most marvelous and intricate thing. It goes on and on and no one has ever plumbed the depths of it, no one has ever come to the height of it. It is limitless and it expresses differently through everyone depending on their depths and heights. It is whatever we are equal to that is equal to us. The whole purpose of life is to increase our capacity for Love. As Kahlil Gibran, paraphrasing as I go, said, “Do not be dismayed by the sword that cuts into your heart, it is only cutting deeper into the cup that holds your joy”.

Love moves through music and it makes music out of everything it moves through. It sings in the wind chimes on the porch. It sings in the sinking sun of a beautiful evening to come. It sings in the stars of the night. It sings and sings but so many of us remain mute because Love has its demands and requires us to diminish ourselves. It requires us to make a greater space for it, so that portions of ourselves must be erased for that to happen and we are loathe to do that, even though these are simply facets of the false self. They are impediments on the path. They hamstring us. They are a load upon our shoulders. We bear this load with pride, which paves the road to our downfall. We build these roads that we walk upon ♫We built this city!♫

It's funny but... not hah hah funny that we succumb to accommodation. What is accommodation? It's what happens when you can't hear the jackhammer, or other construction sounds, outside your window, or any sounds really. So, when we hear the word, Love, or any of the divine qualities that complete us, in the way we so desperately want, but are often unaware of how important they are, well, the power and meaning of these things, recedes into the background. We operate off of conditioned reflex. We embrace the superficial interpretation and that decorates our world. Tinsel glitters like silver but it is not silver. Iron Pyrite is not gold. Nothing so accurately sums up the banker paradise, suffocating materialism and endemic corruption of all institutions, like those tungsten stuffed gold bars.

You literally get dog eat dog out of the conditions of these times. Profit margin, intensity squeezes ever more blood from whatever and whoever. Benefits, pensions, wage increases, health care, all go by the wayside, or are manipulated for the profit of the men at the top. Loss of a manufacturing base, rampant illegal immigration and outsourcing are a collective series of punches to the dark underbelly, of a dying culture. This is the inheritance of cockroaches and rats. Hence, comes a scorpion infested wasteland. It didn't have to be like this and it doesn't have to be like this but it is like this.

Somewhere a new culture is rising, like a Phoenix from the ashes of the old. It's not immediately apparent. It's not centrally located, it's everywhere, in pieces, crying out for union. It's all about union anyway, cause it 's all about sex. You put a plug into a socket ...and we are tubes. We put things in one end and they come out the other, transformed into the First Matter. We produce shit, in a whole lot of different ways but it doesn't have to be like that. I know something good is coming ...but all the bad things are concealing its emergence. It's coming out of us too ...but all the facets of the false self are concealing that too ...but it can't be concealed forever. We have a high destiny, so much greater than the pedestrian monotony of our unexamined lives. It is a shining citadel within. It is the ultimate hearth and home. It is the resident, indwelling Shambala and all we need is to see it. How do we come to be able to see it? Intensity accomplishes that. The pillars of Islam are a construct for that, as are the stations of the cross ...and you have to find the system that speaks to you. I have a system but I don't know what it is. That's the Visible Schematic. Visible isn't allowed to know for some reason.

Sometimes, I feel like I need a minder, someone who can map out and outline all of my days and ways, in some kind of comprehensive fashion. Maybe I have that and don't know that I have it. It shows up on odd days and hangs around for awhile. Conversations take place. A whole intimacy happens and it can go on all day or for two days. Then it goes away and I start looking for it, or I forget that it happened but I don't forget much anymore, because I have made it the centerpiece of my existence. My existence doesn't happen unless I am thinking about it, pursuing it, speaking to it. My life has no meaning, or value without it. I won't allow that and neither will my minder.



“In these days of indigestion, it is often times a question
Of what to eat, and what to leave alone
Every microbe and bacillus has a different way to kill us
And in time they all will claim you for their own.


For there are germs of every kind in every food that you can find
In the market or upon the bill of fare
Drinking water's just as risky as the so-called deadly whiskey
And its often a mistake to breathe the air.


Some little bug is going to find you someday
Some little bug will creep behind you someday
Then he'll call to his bug friends
And your troubles they will end
Some little bug is going to find you some day.


Well that lovely green cucumber has most everybody's number
And the sweet corn has a system all its own
That radish looks nutritious but its behavior is quite vicious
And a doctor will be coming to your home


Eating lobster cooked or plain is only flirting with ptomaine
And an oyster often has a lot to say
Those clams they put in chowder make the angels sing the louder
For they know that they'll be with you right away.


Some little bug is going to find you someday
Some little bug will creep behind you someday
Then he'll call to his bug friends
And your troubles they will end
Some little bug is going to find you someday.


When cold storage vaults I visit, I can only say what is it
Makes poor mortals fill their systems with that stuff
At breakfast prunes are dandy if a stomach pump is handy
And a doctor can be summoned soon enough.


Eat that plate of fine pig's knuckles and the gravestone cutter chuckles
And the grave digger makes a mark upon his cuff
Eat that lovely red bologna and you'll wear a wood kimono
As your relatives start packing up your stuff.


Some little bug is going to find you someday
Some little bug will creep behind you someday
Eat that spicy bowl of chili
On your breast they'll plant a lily
Some little bug is going to find you someday.


Those crazy foods they mix, they'll float you 'cross the River Styx
And send stardust climbing up the milky way
And those meals they serve in courses need a hearse and two black horses
So before the meal some people always pray.


Grapes breed appendicitis and their juice leads to gastritis
So there's only death to greet you either way
Fried liver's nice but mind, your friends will follow close behind you
And the newspapers will have nice things to say.


Some little bug is going to find you someday
Some little bug will creep behind you someday
Eat that juicy sliced pineapple
And the sextant does the chapel
Some little bug is going to find you someday”.



Don't ask me why I put that in there. I wouldn't know. Most of everything I do, I do on impulse. I don't know why I do any of it; thy name is spontaneity. Anyway, over to you.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ Miracle of Love ♫
'Miracle of Love' is track no. 11 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'
Lyrics (pops up)

The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible

There may well not be a radio show this weekend. I've got a lot on my plate. One of those things is going to be fresh steamed spinach and corn on the cob.

36 comments:

Anonymous said...

The night after Christmas (Anon.)
'Twas the night after Christmas and all through the kitchen
Little creatures were stirring up potions bewitching
Salmonellae were working in gravy and soup,
In the hopes they could turn it to poisonous goop!
Clostridia were nestled all snug in the ham,
While Hepatitis A viruses danced in the yam.
Little John with his Gobots and Mary in her cap,
Had just settled down for a long overdue nap.
When down in their guts there arose such a clatter
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
They ran to the bathroom, threw open the door
Too late! Now their mother is cleaning the floor.
Wash your hands before cooking! Put your food away quick!
Or that jolly old food germ we know as Saint Sick
With his eight tiny microbes will ruin the feast
As they make their toxins. He calls out to each beast:
"Now Hepatitis! Now Staph and Perfringens;
We'll punish those humans for holiday binges!
On Botulinum! E. coli! Shigella!
Go get 'em Amoeba! Work fast, Salmonella!
If those humans can't learn to handle food right,
A Merry Christmas they'll have, then a long, sleepless night!"

Anonymous said...

"You're Insane"

(A musical parody, based on the song, "You're So Vain", by Carly Simon.)

You walked onto the earth plane
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Transparent eyelids above dead, green-slit eyes
Your mouth like a lizard's twat
You had one eye on the sheeple as
You watched yourself get hot
And all the worms dreamed that they'd eat your eyeballs
They'd eat your eyeballs and
You're insane
You probably think you're gonna escape us
You're insane
You probably think you're gonna escape us
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you

Now, you had us several years ago
When we were still quite naive
Using TV news and divide-and-conquer
And the rantings of Jesus freaks
But you gave away your hidden plan
And now it's time to leave
You had some dreams they were
Shrouds in your coffee
Shrouds in your coffee and
You're insane
You probably think you're gonna escape us
You're insane
You probably think you're gonna escape us
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you

Well, I hear you came from Alpha Draconis
Amid a shivering, warmthless sun
Then you blended in and you walked among us
So you could keep us all on the run
Well you're killing humans all the time
And when you're not, you're with
Some sadistic fag or the child of a close friend
Child of a close friend and
You're insane
You probably think you're gonna escape us
You're insane
You probably think you're gonna escape us
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you

Visible said...

well done parody.

Anonymous said...

Gracias senor...was that free-form verse in your "Tinsel Glitter and the Cup that Holds our Joy" post a parody of Henry Higgins singing in "My Fair Lady"? If so, brilliantly done. If not, brilliantly done. Bravo, bravo - hey, how's this for an idea. We write a few original tunes, audition for X-factor, cut the elite to shreds. Now we're talkin'...as if that would ever happen. Fun thought, anyway.

jennifer scott said...

Love you les... go man go!

Anonymous said...

I suppose Love is the beginning place of all rainbows : )
The place we all come from
Love really contains all words,to whittle down love to just one word is futile.....
It is the magnifying pull of the essence of our attraction
Across the living field of our nature,,
Pulling us into whatever we need to learn,,I think ?
Most of us perceiving in misunderstanding
Me especially,,but love always brings me back
I am putty in loves hands,,,
We are eternity laying the ground for eternity to walk upon
A harmonic vehicle liberating nurturing purity
Energetic shapes in universal patterns
Past and future entwined into one
Beyond the gate along the road up the way

Respect gratitude love

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

Sambhala..

Its present name is Sambhalapura. This place is in Gontuvana region. Alternately, it is considered to be in Muradabad. It is said in Kalki Purana that there are sixty places of pilgrimage in this area. To remove the ill effects of Kali, the Supreme Lord will appear here as Kalki and reside here for thousands of years with His entourage.


Sri Kalki-Avatara
www.bvml.org/SBBTM/kalki.html

est said...

-
i can count my friends
on one hand

and still have
fingers left over

they know me as a rock
solid immovable

they don't see me alone
emptiness all the way through
-

est said...

-
lunch tasted better today
perhaps 'cause i was

grinning all the way
through it
-

Anonymous said...

Das Avatara Stotra by Jayadev

Courtesy of bholanath prabhu.

It really is beautiful.

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

Anonymous said...

Wars undoing is built in its moral principle,,
Deception holds the power only to misidentifying its own purpose...


..peace..



Anonymous said...

pierre said (me too)...


from the Carly Simon same album
♫It was so sleasy then
reducing man to our cheap plans♫
♫I'm a blind owl golem
sheep all day long♫

H Ford tells me of how they got hold of the liquor industry, turning fine olde Whiskey and Rye into bootpolished poison, and making a killing. even prior leading quality liquor states wanted prohibition.
they turn gold into shit, and people into shit golems.
oops, back on topic. LOVE.

WarmZephyr said...

L.V. Why is it that the more obtuse you are...the more I seem to GET what you're trying to say - which even seems to be lost on you too!-

I know that I'm not the only commenter who has said this recently, and I'm sorry if I'm pinching a line. BUT you truly must be inspired by the divine.

I mainline source through you somehow - don't stop - I'm addicted.

preacher said...

"Some little bug is going to find you someday"

Reminded me of:

Gnarls Barkley - Gone Daddy Gone
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZbeiXZVWbM

preacher said...

The original:

Violent Femmes - Gone Daddy Gone
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nptMn4YMCCM&feature=related

flying cossack said...

love is a dangerous word game ... it can turn white into grey, then into black ... good people and bad people alike profess more love ... televangilists and the worst zionists will profess love everything ... they want you to love everything, including the beast ... they want you to tolerate everything, including evil ... saying to have more love isnt saying anything at all

we dont need more love, we just need to act on the love we already have ... as children, we have overwhelming sensations to give back to those who give to us ... to help those that were dealt a losing hand ... we dont need to morph into something else ... we just need to reject the force that turns us from loving children into cold-hearted lying "mature adults" ... all you need is to believe love is already in you

Anonymous said...

Former New York Times publisher Arthur Ochs Sulzberger died on Saturday...so I went to Yahoo! News and read some of the posts. And I was...staggered. As of 10:25 p.m., Saturday night, there were 88 comments. And 99% of them were viciously hateful. Like, "Didn't like him when he was alive , think he's great now, just hope the paper goes with him!", and "One less Jew-pig - good riddance."

I'm sure the Press Protection Team will be making fake posts by daybreak (via our tax dollars), but it sure gave me the impression that people might be waking up. And fast. (Either that, or the intelligence agency posters are doing the bidding of their masters, who are about to fry Israel; and, come to think of it, I'm leaning in that direction.)

You can check it out here -

http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/upshot/former-york-times-publisher-arthur-ochs-sulzberger-dies-233246952.html

Anonymous said...

Apologies to all,

I just received your book,
SPIRITUAL SURVIVAL IN A TEMPORAL WORLD,

IF RENSE & DEES SAY SO , THEN GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME !!!

PEACE TO ALL !!

insiam said...

I watched this a few days ago - but now it has disappeared with out trace. anyone know where or why? why is probably obvious


http://www.ourcommunistcommanderinchief.com/

even 'wayback machine' has not record of it

Anonymous said...

War will always lose,,,
War is the master of the chaos of a lost mind
Bound in the principles of the loss of itself
It's destiny is only to to submit to peace....

..love..



Anonymous said...

Love is the one true power,,,,
Zionists think by controlling everything under their paradigm they will then have love,,
Zionists do not know how power works
They do not have love,or know love in the true sense
Love is the underlying spirit of everything
To go to war against humanity without the underlying spirit of everything would be a fatal mistake
The Zionist are without understanding
Working in the darkness of their own disconnection
Therefore are at loss.....


..love..

Laura said...

I feel true love is a mostly unexplored new territory, since there has been so much fear in the mix, we haven't really known love. We have experienced a lot of attachment however. Your expression of Love is divine, dear Vis.

The new culture, new Earth is rising, and it is not centrally located, since we are scattered about and it lives in the hearts of the tried and true. Since we are here and there, union is cried out for ~ birds of a feather flock together.

Some of us are tools, instruments of Spirit, to effect change....purposes of demonstration can lead to major shifts, though not readily seen. The collective tapestry is re-weaved in the back and most beautiful when turned over to see the new design.

Love and fear continue their intense polarization, and the choice is either one or the other, as it cannot be both. As within, so without.

Laura

Michael D.S. said...

I think I know what is coming. The opening of the 6th Seal of Apocalypse (Ch. 6: 12-17). However, the 'turn' has to begin first - most likely the beginning of WW3 and/or a general economic collapse. The 6th Seal will interrupt the last stages of the NWO, because things will be done God's way; not theirs. Afterwards...onward to the next step.

niijii said...

Here I sit eating raw sour kraut, inviting the good bugs in and they kick the bad bugs out.

Kimchi got a hold on me.

You'll know when you've found it by the way that you feel, but a done deal can sure get real.

Best to Visible and all.

Odin's Raven said...

Mr. Visible,
I live in London and would appreciate a chance to meet, if you will be here on the near future.

ericman said...

Hello Mr. Visible ...

I know you know of Baha'u'llah ....I wonder if you are familiar with these interesting quotes of his .... They basically affirm two of your main points that pertain to these times ... the purpose of demonstration and that through the evolution of consciousness/mind/soul ... we are witnessing the birth of a new understanding of ourselves and our reality.

" CHILDREN OF FANCY! Know, verily, that while the radiant dawn breaketh above the horizon of eternal holiness, the satanic secrets and deeds done in the gloom of night shall be laid bare and manifest before the peoples of the world."

O YE DWELLERS IN THE HIGHEST PARADISE! Proclaim unto the children of assurance that within the realms of holiness, nigh unto the celestial paradise, a new garden hath appeared, round which circle the denizens of the realm on high and the immortal dwellers of the exalted paradise. Strive, then, that ye may attain that station, that ye may unravel the mysteries of love from its wind-flowers and learn the secret of divine and consummate wisdom from its eternal fruits. Solaced are the eyes of them that enter and abide therein!"

I have found both his and your writings extremely helpful and there is no conflict between them with understanding.
On a personal note .... I have always believed that this is the time of revealing and also the time of separation .... so the fruits of our choices become readily apparent and cannot be denied. If we choose obedience ... sacrifice ... humility and love .. and seek to control our thoughts and minds in accordance with the divine will .... the new reality will be born that we all seek ....

Thanks for everything ....
Reality becomes liquid and the dream world blends with this plane ...... Pleasant dreams everyone ...

Ray B. said...

Vis: "It is the ultimate hearth and home. It is the resident, indwelling Shambala and all we need is to see it."

I had the first of a couple of experiences akin to that while standing in the middle of Stonehenge. The indwelling 'Stone Circle Entity' had just opened down into our plane, and the energy/consciousness level was intense. In the midst of this wild 'space', I had the words, "I Am Home!" come shouting out from the depths of my being. Something in the overlapping of our levels had caused this 'door' to open, and there was an inner jumping-up-and-down excitement and a sense of deep familiarity. One of the best moments of my life. Thanks, 'Stony'.

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

P.S. Vis: If you get the chance to get inside (not 'close to') Stonehenge during your England trip, you might find it worthwhile... (YMMV)

Mouser said...

"Netanyahu praised the Canadian government’s decision to sever ties with Iran during his meeting with Harper on the side lines of the United Nations General Assembly in New York on Friday.

'I want to express my pleasure at seeing Stephen Harper again. He's proved he's a real statesman, and Stephen, I think that what you did, severing ties with Iran, was not only an act of statesmanship, but an act of moral clarity,' said Netanyahu."

Fuck Harper.

Do something really worthwhile you sabbat's goy - sever all ties with apartheid israel!

A very un-proud Canadian

preacher said...

@Mouser
Canada will not issue ultimatum for Iran
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/politics/harper-offers-no-public-support-for-netanyahus-anti-nuclear-plan/article4574307/

Mark said...

This is no surprise. After 300 or so years of fraud, the destroyers will not let precious metals attain their true worth without first trashing the planet. As always, the experts pm investors go to for advice got it wrong.

http://www.silverdoctors.com/gold-silver-down-on-monday-asian-open-as-banksters-given-naked-shorting-green-light/#more-14721

Anonymous said...

pierre said...

@insiam,
this might substitute


contrarily could Obama turn like Hitler, Stalin, Sadam, Ghadaffi, (Jesus?). Does the Pope shit in the woods?



insiam 49 said...

sorry Pierre but you have lost me some where along the way?

Anonymous said...

"Because we have heard, and still hear, so much about the great Jewish cultures of the past, archeologists have made extensive efforts to discover some examples of Jewish art and sculpture and architecture in ancient cultures, the solid evidences which survive the ravages of time and natural catastrophes. Yet they found nothing. The sole results of these searches are a few pieces of crude waterpots, fashioned from mud, which a Stone Age man could have produced with his bare hands, since he did not know the use of the pottery wheel which made its appearance among early civilizations. These scanty evidences of the great Jewish past is but one more witness to the biological parasitical existence which the Jew has always led as a soft, amorphous and rootless creature feeding at the expense of others, and leaving no concrete artifacts to memorialize his presence. ..."

-- Eustace Mullins, "The Biological Jew"

http://jrbooksonline.com/PDF_Books/Biological_Jew.pdf

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors-

Mr. Apocalyse does, Grond and Pound.

Anonymous said...

pierre said..

@ insiam

the blue "this" was a link to youtube search for the "Obama is a son of a US commie" doco Dreams From My Real Father. I couldnt find the full movie but theres some interviews etc.

and the Obama done a Hitler, Stalin etc comment just to say that theres a remote possibility that the villian turns on his masters.... not much hope though as Tif Riffat on 1 October Jeff Rense points out Hitler, and incidentally, Max Keiser (as I suspect) is also a Jew, and one of those kind of deceptive Jews.

that's all.

Visible said...

There is a new Petri Dish up-

Bless their Pointy Little Heads.