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14 April 2014

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Saturday, October 13, 2012

Into and Beyond the Infernal Reaches of Frankfart

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I have just returned from a 2 day excursion, into the infernal regions; one of it's locations that I call Frankfart, a German city of resemblance to Chicago, which included a visit to the consulate. Visible's ability to keep on keeping on, in the face of whatever adversity is thrown in his face, continues to amaze him. Well, he certainly amazed himself this time. He didn't know he had it in him. Despite the absurd, over the top spectacle, of government in inaction, The Vis managed to come away with his old documents in his hand (just usually doesn't happen) and the promise of his new ones for pickup (yes, another trip into Frankfart) in time for his upcoming trip, into one of the hearts of darkness, where the Black Nobility resides. He's working on getting there a little early, so that he might see some old friends, heretofore not yet met. You'll be posted on that; got to see Old Boy, if possible and get the rerecording of all the music, as it should have been done in the first place; professional studio-wise with professional people. This may necessitate residing there for a month or so at some point; plenty of time to see everyone.

I am astonished at Visible's ability to finesse the situation and details of the difficulties of Frankfart and to come away with a trifecta of results. Any doubts I may have ever had about The Divine's capacity to work on my behalf have been dispelled. I slept not at all the night I was there, before the action took place. How was I able to come away with my official papers and have them when I needed them and then be able to go back and get the new ones when I need them, is supernatural. It just doesn't happen. I was told it couldn't happen and then it did happen. I feel like I could walk through walls at this time. There are no walls. There are only mental barriers and these are walls of doubt and uncertainty, made solid by the movement of time, in opposition to the dissolution properties of faith. It's all science in reality. Though it may be metaphysical in its processes, it is no less real for that.

I've met some surprising people in recent times. Some of them seem like angelic agencies. I've met St. Michael, who seems capable of anything. I've met The Pope, who may well be the real pope in the seclusion of disguise and exile. I've met Scott, who has to be one of the most talented musicians and singers on the planet. I am bound to meet more. I am going to the land of myths and legends shortly, where wolves and bears, walk alongside you and where easy travel to other planets is a guaranteed certainty and finally to the land of the ancients, to walk in the footsteps of the missing years, where those who have held the traditions fast, in the mountains of mist, reside. There is the pathway, imprinted with the footprints that lead to the gates of Shambala, which is more real than this, which is not real but which our belief in, renders that as a greater and more permanent reality, unseen amidst the illusion of what we have taken to be real. I recognize now that adversity is a necessity, in order that we might gain the capacity to move beyond it. If you lack the strength and determination to go through it, you cannot pass beyond it.

All these systems and figures of authority that we have set in positions of rule over ourselves, do not exist, except as paper tigers. We have given them teeth and claws, made of paper and rendered into bone, by the deceptions of imagination. When the truth is known, the fire of awareness does to paper what awareness does to everything real and unreal, according to its composition. Awareness is the key and awareness, is the substance of realization. You want something? Truly imagine it. The powers of imagination, are beyond anything we presently accept as possible. We are limited or set free by what we consider possible and impossible. What we tell ourselves on the surface are one thing but what we actually believe is another. This is the difference between superficial and visceral. It takes a lot of personal pounding, to make the visceral imprint. You have to want it. You have to want it a great deal. You have to want it more than the wrongly imprinted parts of yourself don't want it. The world programs us one way and we have to put ourselves in the hands of the ultimate programmer, because we have been in the hands of the bad programmer and that is why we have the world we have and the view of it that we have but that is not the real world, that is the world of false impressions.

It's all becoming very clear to me, in ways I did not suspect, by means and manners that I did not suspect. I understand the power and significance of suffering now and it's a beautiful thing. Suffering has value now, although it has negative value, in many instances, unless the outcome is positive. The outcome can and does go in two directions, according to our dispositions. We make it all happen and not happen. We are the architects, who accept the principles of the drawing board. We are the one's who read the schematic, correctly or incorrectly, according to the advice we accept, from the sources we get it from.

Bad advice is easy to get, good advice is difficult to find and in order to get good advice, your values and principles have to be correct, in this world that puts you in the mass or on a solitary road. Most people don't want the solitary road, because it seems solitary but it is not. It is only solitary in the testing period. If you are not equal to the testing period, then you are bumped back, on to the large highway. Then you have to decide whether or not to take the future exit that appears, periodically along the route. Do we have the stones to take the future exit, until the future by design, becomes the desirable present. It can be achieved. It has been achieved, we have seen the footprints of those who have walked it. We have read their words and their stories. We have done this and believed them and not believed them. We have not believed them, because they are not presently real for us and that is the proof of it. That it the proof of it. The proof is in the putting and that is what puts the proof in the pudding. Is it the high pudding, that ambrosia of the gods, or is it the bad blood, pudding of the monster world, where the monsters are disguised as you and I? Are we fed on the crumbs that drop from the tables of the monsters of this world, or are we fed on the crumbs that drop from the tables of the Gods?

Who are we and what are we? That is the question. Do we know the world or do we know ourselves? We cannot know the world, until we know ourselves. That is the only way it works, because the real world is within us and the false world is outside of us. The world outside of us is the world of appearances, made real by the deceptions of the eyes. We either see the world as the world tells us it is, or we see the world as the internal witness tells us it is. This is the difference between presence in The Garden, in the bower of The Lady and presence in the garden of good and evil. There is no good and evil ...but only thinking makes it so. Not thinking makes the world present itself as it truly is. Thinking makes it what everyone else believes it to be and we become like everyone else. We comprehend the language of confusion, instead of the language of clarity. Get off the wheel of fire and get with the program. Either the fire burns you, with your incomprehension, or the fire burns away the dross and the gold appears, radiant before the new eyes of new and true perception. The same thing that imprisons you, will free you. How it works is how it works and how it doesn't work, is how it doesn't work. We're on the road to nowhere, or we are on the road to somewhere. It's what it is, or it is what it is not. It can't be what it's not because that isn't possible. That puts you in the land of wraiths and hungry ghosts.

There is another city buried within and and beyond the city of Frankfart. The vapor trails of the Frankenstein Fart, intoxicate us and we are spellbound in noxious confinement. Poisonous scents hold us in the realm of bad perfumes. We smell wrong and that makes smelling out the truth impossible, until we can inhale the scent within the scents. Once the truth appears, the lies disappear. One displaces the other and the other cannot exist where the truth resides.

This can go on for a million years, or it can end today. “Success is speedy for the energetic”. We exist in a world of endless loops. These loops don't lead anywhere. This is why they are called loops, because they return back upon themselves. We have to get off the loop and that is what the future exits are for. Do we see the future exits? We see them only if we can see the future, the real future of possibility and not the false future of the world, the devil ...and the deep blue sea. The deep blue sea is not called the 'deep' blue sea for no reason. Must we continue to float among the flotsam and jetsam, or do we swim with the mysteries solved, in the deeps, where the ancient wait, for those with the curiosity and confidence necessary, to command revelation in accordance with the effort and faith, placed in the action. These things are not for the timid or uncommitted. Half measures avail nothing but mixed results.

Ah yes, we have come to the end of another transmission and we will see you in the next one, if there is one. That one should prove informative and amusing by equal turns. Some people are getting very creative, in relation to what was said earlier on about The Divine having a sense of humor and getting ingeniously, creatively amusing, about the jokers and fools who have played for so long, in the seasons of our discontent and been responsible for it too, with our willing acquisition, because of our small greeds, in resonance with their larger greeds, in respect of our weaknesses, in resonance with their greater darkness. The time is at hand and it's carpe diem all round, unless it's not. We'll see.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: Songwriter by Les Visible♫ And We Could All Be Free ♫
'And We Could All Be Free' is track no. 8 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

Songwriter by Les Visible


Radio show coming sometime soon this weekend.

25 comments:

Anonymous said...

The RED SCHIELD hexagram was there...

when the freier schematic was designed to put SIX MILLION freiers in the ovens...

you know that didn't really exist, but hey...

NEXT TIME is for real, neil

http://www.ynetnews.com/articles/0,7340,L-4284240,00.html

but don't worry the REAL HEBREWS will emerge in white robes clean and pure...

http://sabbah.biz/mt/archives/2012/10/12/mitt-romney-lies/

you know, like dude ...
for purposes of demonstration,
and all,,,

... cause like, the Big Guy upstairs really hates MYTHS !!

http://kennysideshow.blogspot.com/2012/10/no-more-myths.html

KNOW TRUTH

Erica said...

Hi Vis-Glad to hear your uk plans are progressing smoothly.
Emailed you a while ago,asking if you will be visiting a city that I can get to easily.No response,so don't know if you received it,or just too busy!
The soul-destroying rain has ceased for the moment-hope the sun shines for a while during your visit.
Loved 'The Impersonal Life'-thanks for mentioning it.

Visible said...

Erika, I'll be 30 K out of the biggest city.

Richard said...

Mas and Mas Visible
Hallelujah !!!!
Be well
Love
Richard

Anonymous said...

The "dumb" animals know the resonance to tune up and play in. They make better company than material perverts on wheels. It all comes with a price. So glad not to be THEM. Can you feel me now?

the gardener said...

Thank you Vis... exactly what I needed so early in today. :) May the great works begin.

the gardener

what man made religion considers Jews to be Gentiles with them as the Chosen Ones? tee hee hee

beewrangler said...

Vis-
Now I can smell the future..intoxicating and wonderful, like the smell of honey being cured by my bees...goldenrod this time of year. Enjoy your trip and have safe travels-Jen

Anonymous said...

Anonymous 2.40,,,,,
Don't worry I am under no illusion who the real Hebrews are,,
They would be all those semitic people's that the white suppremacist false Zionist Jew has been trying to blow up ever since it stole their land
Yes I do know the bible is a mix match of the far eastern texts,,,doused with some Hindu,,...
Probably stole all those books out of Alexandria aswell,,
In the west we have been under the conditions of serfdom for a very long time,,,
This white suppremacist death cult,,has revealed itself for one reason only,,,, too die

Respects neil

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

Jen, I picked up a big jar of goldenrod honey yesterday. Buckwheat also. Big jars. I use a lot of honey! So blessed to be much more than food alone.

The new calf is here!
Mother Lily presented us all with a little baby Lilac two days ago! She looks very much like a fawn.

I sang the promised bhajans as best I might and the other calves came over and stood attentively waiting their turn for ear scratching and hugs.

It was a very lovely time on planet Earth. Still is.

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

The Padma Purana says that if Hrsikesh, Vasudeva, becomes pleased, an enemy becomes a friend, poison becomes nectar and irreligiosity becomes religion. But if He becomes displeased, the friend becomes an enemy, the nectar becomes poison and religion becomes irreligiosity.

Vasudeva accepted the statement of Padma Purana and He said, "If one commits sinful activities for My pleasure, that becomes piety. But if one performs pious activities disregarding Me, that is known as sin."

The Shrimad-Bhagavatam quotes the Supreme Personality of Godhead: "Whatever is best in this world should be offered to Me. Things that are very dear to one, even in a small quantity, should be offered to Me; that produces endless results."

Anonymous said...

Sorry about that people,,,,
What I should say is this inhumain white suppremacist jewish death slavery cult has offered itself as a sacrifice to the people,,,,
to bring the Indigineous cultures back together,,,everywhere
reunite humanity with mother earth
So on and so forth,,,

Sorry for sounding aggressive

Respect neil

Anonymous said...

Thank you homer and lord vis..neil

Brian Crossland said...

Vis:
"half measures availed us nothing.
We stood at the turning point and asked for his care and protection with complete abandon"
How it works..indeed
with much gratitude.
Brian

allan spence said...

NOT ENOUGH BULLETS

THERE'S NOT ENOUGH BULLETS LEFT IN THE GUN

TOO MANY DICTATORS WITH NOWHERE TO RUN

TOO MANY BASTARDS TO LINE UP ON A WALL

TOO MANY CITADELS WAITING TO FALL

NOT ENOUGH MONEY LEFT IN THE POT

TOO MANY BANKERS WHO NEED TO BE SHOT

THERE'S NOT ENOUGH WORK IN THIS FAIRYLAND

NOT ENOUGH CUSTERS TO MAKE A LAST STAND

NOT ENOUGH TARMAC TO FILL UP THE HOLES

TOO MUCH FUCKING SHIT WE KEEP GETTING TOLD

THERE'S NOT ENOUGH THIS, NOT ENOUGH THAT

TOO MUCH FUCKING LIP, TOO MUCH FUCKING CRAP


TOO MUCH OF NOTHING, TOO MUCH TOO SOON

TOO MANY PEOPLE, NOT ENOUGH ROOM

NOT ENOUGH TRUTH, TOO MANY LIES

TOO MANY FINGERS IN TOO MANY PIES

TOO MUCH FUCKING SPIN, NOT ENOUGH POLISH

TOO MANY MONOLITHS LEFT TO ABOLISH

THERE'S TOO MANY PRINCES, TOO MANY THEIVES

NOT ENOUGH TREES, NO AIR LEFT TO BREATHE

TOO MUCH FUCKING SNOW, TOO MUCH FUCKING RAIN

TOO MUCH FUCKING POISON FROM AEROPLANES

TOO MANY COOKS, NOT ENOUGH BROTH

TOO MANY EMOS, NOT ENOUGH GOTHS


TOO RAH, LOO RAH, LOO RAH, HEY

TRIPPING ON MOONDUST, ROLLING IN HAY

TOO MUCH FUCKING BLOW, NOT ENOUGH ACID

TOO MANY DRUGS MAKING US PLACID

NO FUCKING JAM, NO FUCKING TOMORROW

TIGHTEN YOUR BELT, LIGHTEN YOUR SORROW

TOO LATE FOR THIS, TOO LATE FOR THAT

NOT ENOUGH ROOM FOR SWINGING A CAT

TOO MANY MUSLIMS, NOT ENOUGH JEWS

TOO MANY OLD PEOPLE ASLEEP IN THE PEWS

TOO MUCH FUCKING ANGER, TO MUCH FUCKING FEAR

BUT FUCK IT!

CHRISTMAS IS NEAR.

AL SPENCE

01/09/2012

TOO MANY WIZARDS NOT ENOUGH WITCHES

TOO MANY SOLDIERS DYING IN DITCHES

TOO MANY DEATHS TOO MANY HEROS

NOT ENOUGH NOUGHTS AND TOO MANY ZEROS














Clarity said...

Thanks for this, dw...

"Shambhala (also spelled: Shambala, Shangra La.) I took this word years back, half from a book I read, half from the enlightened society that once excited in the Himalaya’s. It means Living fully the Divine Presence that you are, out loud and with each other. I think, because of the vast amount of stories out there, I had assumed this would become present only in a community setting. Heaven is not singular at all and it really is living the energy, the love and magnetic field of vibration… on earth.

"However, before the community could truly exist in its fullness on earth, each human must fully own and live that energy first. A full conscious process where the ego and soul minds live and play together as one, not occasionally, but 24/7.

"We have been working our asses off to achieve alignment with this wonderful, intense energetic potential. Well, it has gone from potential to the real. Now we must learn, individually first, how to fully live in the Presence of our Selves and to recognize the mastered energy of Shambhala in others. Of course, those who have mastered this energy within themselves, would hold no judgement to those still assimilating and letting go of anything that (appears) to keep them separate from that. A true, living community set in Shambhala energy could hold nothing less than Beings that Mastered this way of Living."

-Lisa Gawlas, Shambhala, Divine Counterparts and Octobers Energy

Love,
~Clarity

Anonymous said...

pierre said...

excellent post (of course).
I saw that seeking a friend for the apocalypse Carell movie. A fairly standard tribe production of course with a "like a virgin" theme but enjoyable, even refreshing, for all that. would have been interesting to twist it at the end where the world didn't end after all. lessons learned and the important things panned out of the gravel - when we're forced to.
I'm sure now that if I had had it easy I would not be where I am now, and where I will be as I go on with this project.
"Ich bin ein berliner" on a sesame seed bun. Burp!



Lee said...

Dear Sir:

Thank you for the words of encouragement. You have again verified powerful conclusions in my own life. If you want something very earnestly, more than life itself, you will get it. Getting that can be putting up with abuse by life, circumstances,family, and friends.

Again, Thank you.

Lee

Anonymous said...

I hope they have spaghetti in Shambala, because I really like it.

Clarity said...

Powerful words today, Visible. The parts that stood out most to me:

"There are no walls. There are only mental barriers and these are walls of doubt and uncertainty, made solid by the movement of time, in opposition to the dissolution properties of faith. It's all science in reality. Though it may be metaphysical in its processes, it is no less real for that."



"Awareness is the key and awareness, is the substance of realization. You want something? Truly imagine it. The powers of imagination, are beyond anything we presently accept as possible. We are limited or set free by what we consider possible and impossible. What we tell ourselves on the surface are one thing but what we actually believe is another."


"Who are we and what are we? That is the question. Do we know the world or do we know ourselves? We cannot know the world, until we know ourselves. That is the only way it works, because the real world is within us and the false world is outside of us. The world outside of us is the world of appearances, made real by the deceptions of the eyes. We either see the world as the world tells us it is, or we see the world as the internal witness tells us it is."


"Once the truth appears, the lies disappear. One displaces the other and the other cannot exist where the truth resides."


Wanting something may be the beginning, but believing - truly believing we can achieve it - is the key. We are more than most of us know. We have incredible knowledge, powers, and abilities, but great efforts are being made to keep us from being aware, or accessing them. Belief is key; doubt and fear do great harm. Everything is within. We have to believe that, access it, and trust what we find.

One purpose of chemtrails... blocking the sun?

Check out Sungazing to Open the Pineal Gland and then read this to see them hard at work trying to spread the disinfo.

More on sungazing:

Sun Gazing: Why I Stare at the Sun

Wearing Sunglasses Can Affect Your Pineal Gland

sungazing.com

Ayahuasca-Wasi: Sungazing

Can Sungazing Heal Cancer?

Global Sungazing Project

Neil - poems are a wonderful vehicle for expressing all different feelings and emotions. I hope that the current happy poems are an indication of how you are feeling. Re your PD 11:59 poem, I'm with walking hawk - it most certainly felt good seeing it!

You know who.... woof!

Love to all,
~Clarity

est said...

-
i came from a warm dark place
out into a cold bright space

i tried to lay low and not let it show
when i could not keep up the pace

we've all played cards a king is good
but you know it won't beat an ace

i'll go to the warm bright place
and not to that cold dark space
-

Anonymous said...

"As for spiritual evolution – this is a dream or fantasy of the ‘me’ to justify all the efforts and frustrations, or believing what has been said in spiritual schools of thought about a process. ‘spiritual’ is here and now, in exactly what is, thus ‘evolution’ is a subtle paradox, for how can you search for what you already are? Or put it another way, your search is ALWAYS giving you the answer but the story of me is preventing you from seeing the obvious. So as you can see I no longer go along with the ‘spiritual evolution’ rigmarole. There can be no slowing down, or quickening – there can be only seeing or not seeing. ‘Unique journey’ is another concept divorced from that which is realized here and now. It is an idea of a ‘me’ that needs to evolve and travel a journey. But there is no path, and when that is seen, all journeys end. This is the eternal dilemma of the spiritual seeker – they are never going to get to what they are looking for through seeking, because they are stuck in the energy of seeking! It’s so clear – when it’s clear."
reena gagneja..an awake person

thom j

Anonymous said...

Here is the truth. The whole zionist Rothschild private fractional fiat usury banking truth.

http://tipggita32.wordpress.com/2012/10/13/banking-the-greatest-scam-on-earth/

The land the people are living on will be seized by the bankers to pay the debt the people "owe".

It is time to end this insanity.

Anonymous said...

Not wanting to be a malignant or damaging or annoying commenter to drag down THE PRESENCE OF THE VISIBLE :), does someone think it is time for a plug for
"""Fred On Everything""",
special note I am in observer status until 2014 april 01,

some of the comments recently have been a bit creepy,just saying,that's all,
Peace


why would anybody diss the RENSE?,
just asking,Peace


BLESS ALL THE LOST CAUSES!!!

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

Eaten by Ouroboros and Buggered by Cthulhu, in a Wal-Mart Wonderland.

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up-

The Horn of Pornocopia and the Masturbating Custers.