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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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.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

The Namaste Way, Mozart's Grave and the Angels of Mercy.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet but not necessarily your other portions. Six of one, half a dozen of another and Bob's your mother (UK transposition).

Let's shake things up a bit. I think I would like that and I think you will like it. My dick is bigger than Michael Fassbinder's dick, I know this because I saw a film called “Shame” for about 20 minutes before I shut it off, because it was (or seemed to be) pretentious, wanna be cool, bullshit. When I was in prison, I saw dicks bigger than mine and thank God they were not visited upon me, in either Love or Anger. That's not to say that attempts weren't made. Probing, like 'probiert' and sometimes less affectionately. These days, it is only life that wants to rape me and put me through changes. There are situations that I don't trust, simply because I am seriously intuitive and I remember things well and my mind tends to assimilate, conjugate and comparatively analyze data. How I could be wrong is that it might not be individuals messing with me. It could be something else. I'm doing my damnedest to keep it together but sometimes, it's a Promethean struggle. What do you know, Michael Fassbinder was in Prometheus and... I'm watching it right now while I write this. I feel like the real Prometheus a lot of the time, when I'm not feeling like Sisyphus. Does that make me a Sisyphean Promethean?

I try to do good things in my life. More than I like, the best laid plans and the road to Hell, being paved by: surely you know the quote, seems to want to take up residence. I want and think I need certain things in this life. All of us do and sometimes, we will compromise our perceptions and what we like to believe is true about us, in order to get them. I have a difficult time with that on occasion but my reluctance to compromise always wins out. It can make me difficult for people, now and again, but I try to err on the positive side of self righteousness. The greatest love of my life, in romantic terms (not in the deepest and most intense sense but definitely talking in the human demographic; God absolutely being the Love of my life) once told me I was too righteous. Does that mean I am glad that I don't have Michael Fassbinder's dick, or face, or body? No, I'm not envious of anyone. I love you Lord.

The one thing I find the most remarkable about this endeavor is the remarkable people that come around here. Yet they are also the source of a great deal of consternation, difficulty and disappointment. Someone was coming to visit me from the Netherlands. For some reason, inexplicable to me, I misinterpreted when they were coming. I thought they were going to be here on this last Monday. It turned out the were coming on the day I have to go in to get my passport renewed. I very seldom am away from home. Why that day out of all days? When I told them that I had messed up in my calculations, I have not heard back from them. I must have really screwed up. Responses from that quarter have been very rapid. I told them they could meet me in the city I have to travel too, it's on the way here, or they could just show up at the house and I would be back in a few hours. Someone else was going to come and see me yesterday and that didn't happen. I waited all day for it and walked down to the bus stop, a couple of times, thinking maybe he forgot the way to my house. Finally I reach out to him and he tells me he had a crisis and he left a message on my phone answering system earlier that morning. I don't have a phone answering system. I feel like I am being gas-lighted but what if I'm wrong. What if there is a perfectly good explanation for all of this?

This great love of mine, Svargo Bernard, or Dr. Svargo as these wealthy Tribe members, who weren't very nice to me, when I needed them to be, called her, once called me on something where I was absolutely sure I was right. I said, “No, that can't be”. I was certain I was right, there was no way I could have gotten it wrong. As it so happened, I was wrong. That truly stunned me. What is more interesting is that it happened 2 more times in a six weeks period. I'd not had something like that happen to me before with such recurrence and intensity. It hasn't happened since either. This was to let me know that I don't know. I profoundly know that I don't know.

My intuition, given that I am the one who experiences it, is profoundly accurate 99% of the time. I knew the day before that this fellow was not coming. I have experiences like this every day. There is something I discovered about 4 years ago that helps me in a miraculous fashion, to treat a condition I suffer from. When you get the living shit beaten out of you as a child, it messes up your Serotonin flow. Years ago, in my descent into the pit AND while I was with this love of my life- who was sent as an angel of mercy to nurse me through it- I had a bad romance with alcohol. I now know that this was my way of self medicating my depression. They discovered some years back that the reason so many house painters were alcoholics, was because of the lead in the paint. There's always a reason for shit, like why so many chefs and cooks were alcoholics. I've had both those occupations, as a large part of my being employed at whatever in order to finance my frustrating efforts to have a career as a singer songwriter and writer.

When I discovered what was behind my self medication, I was able to arrest it but it lingers there, around the corner and sometimes it will erupt for a few days, here and there. As you probably suspect, my life is not an easy one. I've come to think that all of my efforts are pointless at this point and I am giving serious consideration to going on a, more or less, permanent hunger strike, putting the divine on notice that I am just going to shit-can the whole experience and find some new routing. I'm going to activate Mr. Visible's internal GPS, typing in Shambala. Since I know, for a fact that it exists, I know, being possessed of that fact, that I am allowed to go there and I got invited anyway. Lost Horizons has always been on the menu.

I mentioned once that when I was a baby in Japan, about a year, maybe two years old, maybe even less but certainly not more, I was laying in my bed one day when I heard this chanting. I was on my back and looking around and not seeing anything, when finally I studied the rafters in the ceiling and I saw two rows of monks in brown robes, on opposing rafters. They were nodding their heads up and down. They had their hands together in from of them, in that Namaste way. Their heads were going up and down. They were about 8 to 12 inches tall. I remembered this years later. Another time, I was laying on my stomach and pulling on the sheet and a horrible face appeared as a result of folds in the fabric. I cried out in fear. One time, I was about 2 years old and my father was routinely beating me. That had started even earlier. I remember that I was angry with him. It's interesting that I could be angry at that early age. I had shit in my diaper and that was a no no since I was able to walk. So I reached into my diaper and I painted the wall behind my crib. I painted my masterpiece. Of course, my father came into the room and discovered Picasso/Visible's first efforts at art. I remember I had been laughing earlier and really feeling good about what I was doing. Of course, father beat the shit out of me. To give an example of just how screwed up he was. He came into our bedroom. We had double bunk beds and I slept on the top bunk. He came in drunk and pulled me out of the bed right on to the floor, kicking me and screaming at all of us to get outside and get the groceries out of the car.

Here's another incident. There were so many of them. I was a baseball pitcher and I was very good. I was in 9th grade and the coach at the school wanted me to work out with the high school varsity team over the summer, as a prelude to my matriculating to this Triple A high school the next year. I told my father about it and he said I couldn't go. I had to work in the commissary all summer, to earn the money to buy my school clothes for the next year. About a week before school, my father took the money, 150 dollars and used it to pay a gambling debt. That was the end of that.

Years later, while riding from L.A. To Palm Springs, in an acid state of mind but not necessarily on it (I was often in this state because of the Kundalini Uprising), I saw a lot of the same faces, like the one that appeared in my sheet in the brown hills off to my right. I knew instinctively that they were the faces of Tribe comedians, that had been active in that century; whatever any of that means, I don't know, ♫connection, I just can't get no connection and all I want to do, is to get back to you♫

I try so damned hard, every single day and it often seems that I shouldn't do it anymore, that I should just give up. I can't communicate the degree of intensity that is behind this methodology of living. It's with me nearly every minute of the day and I don't know what I'm doing either. I can't explain myself to myself. I do a better job of explaining myself to others and still don't get it when I do.

I don't want to be suspicious or angry at people. I certainly don't want to be angry at God. In the last several years, the pounding I have been getting has gone nova and I know pounding. I've had what seemed to me to be, truly important relationships, go down the tubes because of things that, no matter how you slice it, have to be the result of of infernal, cosmic interference. Am I going to be buried in Mozart's grave, or run into Bishop Pike? I'm not comparing myself to Mozart. Mozart's Grave is a pun of mine, maybe you can figure it out.

I try to control the things I say to people because you can't take back your words, no more than you will ever get a second chance to make a first impression. I like to leave good footprints, that's my motto. I don't always accomplish this. Stepping on my dick, or stepping on Michael Fassbinder's dick, is something I have raised to an artform, because I don't achieve it on my own. It comes with the territory and no matter how hard I try, I remain In-Country. I guess part of the problem, is that I want things. I want to play at Glastonbury. I want to have good and enduring friends. My intentions are good and genuine. All I want is to succeed enough to be able to buy some property, with a large rambling house, barns for converting and land for really cool things, where I want to invite the reader, to come and embark on a fantastic voyage. The ideas I have, have been cultivated over decades and I know some incredible people. The results would be incredible. It would be epic. This I do know. I keep thinking that someone will pass away and leave me their estate, or someone would come out of the blue and say, “Let's getter done”. I've thought a lot of things would happen. Some of them have and some haven't. I can literally taste this one and I've been told it's going to happen. When I get told things like this, in this fashion, they happen, like when I suddenly knew I was going to Europe and was announcing it on stage for several months previous. A woman appeared on the street, while I was unloading my quipment (grin) into the gig location and I saw her from 200 meters away and I said, “I hope she comes in here and that very moment she crossed the street and she did walk right in. She was even from the country I was considering going to. I've been with her for 13 years now, come this October 1st. She has been, yet one more angel of mercy.

If I've offended any of you, I am sincerely sorry. I didn't mean to, except when I flat out intend it, but that's another thing. I try to fix things and when I am sorry, I am sincerely sorry. Some relationships stay intact, only because I make them do so. When I stop communicating, they are no longer. People change. Some people are not so committed as me. I value loyalty and personal integrity above most things. Oh I like all the good qualities. I wish I had more of them. Valuing these qualities means that treachery, betrayal and slander are paramount dislikes. I've run into them and the most intense difficulties of my life have come about because of them. I've been accused of things I never did, for no other reason than malice incomprehensible and often from people I helped out and beyond the call to be sure. Things like this cut like a knife but... I've forgiven, if not forgotten.

Man, I wish I was a better person. I wish I didn't have to go through the things I go through. I guess it just keeps happening until it doesn't happen anymore. I was told it was going to end and that 'off the charts' good things were going to happen to and for me. I'm scanning the horizon looking for my ships. I do not see my ships but I know they are out there somewhere. Maybe they are inside me and perhaps I should look there.

You can't control the wind but... you can adjust your sails.


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Visible sings: It Always Breaks Your Heart by Les Visible♫ It Always Breaks Your Heart ♫
Lyrics (pops up)

Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Meaning of Life is the Meaning of Ourselves.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Never have I seen it so crazy as it is right now. This morning I went looking for our dog Alfie. He was nowhere to be found. I was pretty sure the lady who rents the apartment below our house had lost him because he is always hanging out there. I couldn't find him anywhere. I search the house. Finally I looked in the basement, into a locked room; doors locked on both sides and... and? He was in there. There is no earthly explanation for this. It defies the laws of gravity, possibility, whatever. I wasn't down there and there is no way he got past the door on his own. Inexplicable, totally inexplicable. Good thing I found him and would not stop looking. He woulda been toast in a couple of days; worse than toast actually.

I can't figure out what is going on. There's a chain letter going around that has to do with me; first I heard about it. All kinds of things are taking place without my knowledge. How strange is strange? It's stranger than strange. It's new and improved strange. It's reconstituted strange. It's strange with asterisks. It's stranger than fiction. It makes fiction look like dead things that go bump in the night.

Welcome, welcome to Dog Poet Transmitting and the saucer pod where we seldom know what's happening but we do our best. We seek meaning. We seek authenticity. We seek truth. We seek. Tonight we are sailing in the saucer pod across lands yet to be created, across new landscapes yet to be invented. We seek, the undefined and the indefinable. We are like you, buffeted by winds and words that come out of nowhere. Is it real? Is anything real? We are not here, we are everywhere.

Massive changes await. We don't know what they are. Massive changes await both within and without. It is intimidating, certainly frightening, scary stuff. Stuff that waits in the darkness which is potential light unrevealed. It's not really darkness. We are the darkness, like being in a womb, unborn. Somehow we got things backwards. We saw darkness as light and light as darkness so when the darkness speaks to us it seems like light and when the light speaks to us it sounds like darkness.

How far away is the thing that we seek? Our mind tells us it is far ahead somewhere, off to the side, behind us perhaps but somewhere out of reach, always out of reach and it has remained out of reach for lifetimes, following life times. It is not far away at all and that is why we can't find it. It's part of us. It is inside us. It is closer to us than we are to ourselves. It is waiting for the moment of surrender and that is what all these difficulties of life are about. They are there to break us down, to show us what our helplessness is and we cannot surrender until we see and embrace our helplessness. As long as we do not recognize our helplessness. We are helping ourselves to avoid what we are in the defense of what we are not. We are living as what we are not and that is why we are on the wheel of pursuing what we are and we go on as what we are not finding new variations of what we are not and there is no end to the variations of what we are not and each variation of what we are not looks like some new variation of what we are. There are no variations to what we are. It is non-variable and we cannot bear the sameness of what we are. It is our inability to bear the sameness that forces us to seek the variable. This is why we are sensation seekers. This is why we embrace trivia.

We have no we. We have me and me is not real so the real of me we do not have either. Does this make sense? We certainly hope so. This is a massive stumbling block. It is why we do not connect with ourselves and we do not connect with others. The unreal in us cannot connect to the real in others. People sit at the feet of masters for their whole lives but do not get what is being emanated and projected from within, as an expression of what is real in everyone. They are focused on the external expression of something that cannot be represented by that. It is merely the transmitting device. You cannot fall in love with the transmitting device but you do. That is not why the teacher is there. It is the same with the teacher within. We are that teacher within. We are not the transmitting device that we imagine ourselves to be. We go on thinking of ourselves as the flute instead of the flute player. It's why we can't make the real music that the flute contains.

I'm hoping we can get to the heart of things and not continue to see ourselves as the chest which contains the heart or even the heart rather than what the heart contains. We are focused on the husk instead of the kernel. The kernel knows itself. The husk knows nothing. The husk is like the chaff as opposed to the wheat. The chaff does not bring forth new wheat.

On and on it goes and where it stops, nobody knows because, we are all nobody lacking the essential somebody. How did we get into this predicament? You can say that it started in what is called the Garden of Eden and our being cast out of paradise is what it is all about. We cast out, so we are told because we ate the apple and discovered that we were naked and felt ashamed so we hid from the lord. What does it all mean?

All these scriptures that we read have a deeper meaning that what we are reading. Who is reading these things? The false self is reading them. How can they mean anything to the false self? They mean something to the false self, insofar as the false self can find meaning appropriate to the false self. You hear talk about the hidden mysteries. You may have read about these mysteries. You may know about the veil of the High Priestess. You may have heard about passing behind the veil of the High Priestess which closes forever behind the neophyte who is no longer a neophyte. There is no High Priestess outside of you. The High Priestess is within, in a secret place within. She discloses the truth to the seeker. This truth cannot be gained anywhere else. It goes deeper and deeper within and you are no longer what you were. There is no longer the one that you were. This is a process of initiation. There is a great temple within. There are residents there. They mean something. They are archetypes. They are resonating eternals. They make up the components of what you really are. They are the vibrating housing of the infinite. What I am saying is what I am saying and not what I am saying. Faith is the substance of things unseen. Faith is the SUBSTANCE of things unseen. You are the origin of things unseen.

Why is it so seemingly impossible for us to arrive at the Christed state? Why are we so full of doubt? Why we see and not see? Why do we hear and yet not hear? Why do we fear external authority and give it power over us when it has no power? Greater is that which is in you than that which is in the world. If God is for me, who can be against me? We hear these phrases and we think we know what they mean but why are we not employing them? Why do we not employ what we hear? How can we hear something and remain deaf to it? How can we see something and not see it? This is a mystery, isn't it? This is a great and enduring mystery. How can we tremble on the web of the great spider of Maya and have it drink our blood and be unaware that it is happening to us? How can we drink of the dream waters, the waters of Lethe and seek deeper sleep? This is not our real self doing this. This is our false self dragging us deeper and deeper into the murk. We are trying to hide from ourselves but we cannot accomplish that, not forever. Meanwhile our suffering continues unabated. Our suffering is the hallmark of our struggle. Why do we struggle? We struggle against surrender because we are unwilling to trust. We are unwilling to trust because we lack the faith and we lack the faith because we put both our trust and faith in what is not real. If we had but the faith of a mustard seed. If we had but the faith of a mustard seed.

What is going on? What is going on? What is not going on? Why do we walk around massive lies that we know to be massive lies and are indifferent to this? Why do we carry the truth around with us and are indifferent to it? Fear plays a great part in all of this. We fear exposing the existence of the lies to ourselves. It's the Emperor's New Clothes. All the truth we need to know is revealed in children's fables. We find ourselves unable to become as a little child. What is going on? Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we always hurt the one we love and cater to those who hurt us? C'mon people, get with the program. Who is this program being brought to us by? Who is the sponsor?

We are watching a lie take place every day and we are encouraging it. It makes us feel in solidarity with our fellows. We cannot bear the great aloneness but we are alone. We have always been alone because we are disconnected. Death is our greatest friend because death continually free us from the snares we get ourselves caught in. We rail against our liberator and we crucify him, over and over again. Thus ends the written portion of our communication today. This is a part of tonight's radio show and you will have that sometime this weekend. I felt it important to put this into writing so you would have it.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ Death is Calling My Name ♫
'Death is Calling My Name' is track no. 12 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'


The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible

The radio show will be up some time this weekend.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

On the Road to Somewhere, with no Suitcase in my Hand.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Much of the time, people don't know what to do when it come to aiding themselves in the process of self realization. Some people meditate but what are they meditating on? Everyone meditates in one fashion or another, even if they don't think they do. A lot of that is known as negative meditation. Manly Palmer Hall wrote a little booklet about this. I do not remember the name of it (grin). Some people chant but what is in their mind as they are chanting. What is the focus of their chant and is it consistent? Some people pray but what is the level of determined result? What is the mindset concerning the realization of the request or intention? Pretty much all of the time, successful result of spiritual practice, is dependent on secondary factors inside of the primary methodology. Ignoring or being unaware of this, is the cause of failure or inconsistent outcome in so many cases.

When it comes to meditation, there are few people that can gain positive result from eccentric or self styled performance. It is best to operate in a system and there are some good ones out there. What you have to discover is what group out of the human collective you are representative of. Let us think of the Atman as the white light. Let us think of the world as a prism. This means the world as a metaphysical construct, as well as in the traditional sense. Let us think of each member of the human race as being resident on one of seven rays that come out of the prism. Surely there is a better way to illustrate what I am talking about but the important thing is whether you get the point of my intentions.

Recognizing your ray, grants you access to the systems and conditions that relate to you. This is not to say that there is no value for you in the contents and potentials of another ray. This is only to say that a greater ease of passage exists for you in your own ray; by example, certain musical instruments might be more relevant to the ray you are on, more so than another. One might be guitar and one might be piano and some people can play both of them very well. Though this might be the case when talking about musical instruments, it might not be the same with spiritual practices and, then again, it might. I'm not seeking to be confusing, even if I accomplish it. I'm trying to paint a picture and I hope when I am done here, you will be able to see what is in the picture. We'll be talking about pictures in a bit.

Some people have problems with Alice Bailey, Lucius Trust, well, just about any name you hear, there are people who denounce them and try to associate them with negative or infernal sources. These last years, I have heard people condemn Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King, I suspect that you can't mention anyone these days, where someone doesn't have something bad to say about them. I have mentioned my position on Masons, Rosicrucians and other organizations. What I had to say is that this is Kali Yuga and any organization can be compromised. There is also an invisible and visible side to any esoteric organization and there could well be something different going on with either or any of them. The conclusion I came to was that not all Masons are bad people. No doubt there are a good number who are corrupt but they are not all bad. The result of my saying this was that some people completely ignored the clear and direct way I said this and determined that I am a Mason, or that I am compromised in some way because I want to be fair. It is the same thing when I get after the Khazars for their heinous behavior around the globe. Anonymous tries to paint me as hating everyone from that sector. On the other hand, radicals see me as an apologist for that sector. I'm just trying to be fair and reasonable but these are not times where that perspective is going to be completely accepted.

What I have just said, relates to what is under discussion here. If you are not honest with yourself about both important and seemingly less important things, you'll retard your ability to progress spiritually. People don't say what they mean a lot of the time because of the resultant controversy. Within your families and social networks that includes friends, associates, fellow employees in the workplace, there are all kinds of situations, where you can tell the truth and catch a whole lot of shit. People shut down. Next thing you know, they're text messaging junkies, with earpods affixed throughout the day and their legs crossed with the top leg bouncing on the bottom one. Not saying things, when they need to be said, can be just as bad as saying them. It's kind of like damned if you do and damned if you don't. Sometimes it has nothing to do with anything. This morning, an anonymous came in to harangue me about the Kirsten Stewart posting but it had nothing to do with that. It had to do with trying to impact on my self image. He was railing on about my picking on Kirsten Stewart when, as everyone knows, I was defending her. If you're going to harangue someone you should at least have your facts straight. This kind of thing is the rule usually around her, not the exception. It is generally the case all over the place because the foundation of wisdom is, “I don't know”. Not having this as a visceral awareness, compromises your existence all up and down the road until you do.

Engaging in meditation, chanting, prayer and the like, without knowing that you do not know, puts what you think you know, between you and the one who does know, as a curtain of obscuration. Within us, is the setting for two hierarchies and because it is Kali Yuga, one is the more likely event than the other and that one can look very much like the other one, given that the mind plays tricks on itself, because it lies to itself and becomes your worst enemy, instead of your very best friend (the fundamentalist Christian Zionists are an example of this and so are the Wahabi Muslims). It is to counteract this condition that The Tarot and things like Yantras and Mandalas came into being. The I Ching came into existence for this. Let us consider The Tarot, which is customarily debased as a fortune telling device and which only the rare bird can effectively use in this manner. The Tarot was designed to awaken the archetypes in your being. What is the point of telling the future, when you can change the future?

Resident within us, are all of the qualities and powers of the divine; awarenesses and states of being exist in potential form. Meditation upon a true esoteric major arcana, vibrates into the area where any particular archetype is resident. Eliphas Levi says “As an erudite book, all combinations of which reveal the harmonies preexisting between signs and numbers, the practical value of the tarot, is truly and above all, marvelous”. He also said, “A prisoner, devoid of books, had he only a tarot of which he knew how to make use, could in a few years acquire a universal science and converse with an unequaled doctrine and inexhaustible eloquence”. I studied with it for years and I attribute whatever small abilities I possess to this study.

Paramahansa Yogananda developed a system of meditation based on Kriya Yoga. There is an extensive course available through The Self Realization Fellowship that can take some years to complete. I highly recommend it. There is a course on Tarot taught by Paul Foster Case and Ann Davis from The Builders of the Adytum. I highly recommend it. It's a good idea to find one particular system and stick with it. These days there is an epidemic of dabblers. They flit from one thing to another, never staying long enough to get the value of any of them and many of them are without value, except for superficial feel goodness. They are expressions of the pop psych systems, where you go to three weekend seminars and then a four day intensive, after which you are called a master and you get a certificate that says that. This doesn't work long term so, it's off to the next seminar. The new age community is rife with this. Then you've got the Tantric Yoga teachers, many of them are German for some reason and they purport to teach people a system that is the most complex of them all, in a very short time. In the back of people's minds, they are going to get laid and be great lovers. Being able to get laid is a marvelous mechanism for enhancing one's sense of self worth but... you could be having sex with the divine.

This is the thing. There are all sorts of items available in this world and they are highly prized and greatly desired by the majority of the inhabitants here. They will do anything to possess some of them. They will kill and steal and lie, without reserve, to accomplish the acquisition. Meanwhile, there are the things of the spirit and they are of so much greater value than the things of the world that the comparison is probably impossible to measure. You have to make something the centerpiece of your life. There has to be a framework of practice and belief that guides your existence, or you are a pinball. You wind up spending your time in the shit happens zone and it happens to you. It happens to you to spur you in the direction of developing a framework of practice and belief. You will be pounded and pummeled until you do. Worst case scenario, you are not troubled at all and are allowed to prosper in your selfish behavior, until death and worse comes to call; “Those whom the lord loves, he chastens”.

We're trying here. “We're shaking it here, Boss”. You have to find the coattails and you have to hang on for dear life and beyond the charade that we call life. You have to catch those coattails somewhere and never let go. The good news is that the one with those coattails, is looking for you more intensely than you are looking for the one with the coattails. Why is it so damned difficult then? Ah, that's a mystery but it has something to do with making life the epic drama that it is. God loves a good movie and it is playing now, in a theater of existence near you, that includes you.


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Visible sings: Then You Let Go by Les Visible♫ Then You Let Go ♫
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This weeks radio show is in James' hands and will be up sometime today. Don't mind my being a little out of breath. That's how it is sometimes.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

The Comings and Goings in the Land of the Temporary.

Dog Poet Transmitting.

May your noses always be cold and wet and your minds not be so very dense.

Well now, there is a lot of talk about Obama's falling out with Israel being a stage managed disinfo spectacle. As with so many things, I don't know. So many things now appear to be lies, lies piled on top of lies. It's an incredible growth industry, like the private prison system. Lies are the currency of our times. I have been astounded of late to find out an incredible amount of things, once considered true are just lies. It is staggering and it also points up the fact that the alternative media is riddled with lies and liars. As some of us know, appearances are a lie. They are the fundamental lie. Many who feel they are telling the truth, are misinformed about the things they say and are therefore, liars. There are things coming out now that signal a tremendous sea change in the world atmosphere.

This morning I got up and noticed a very big change in my own life. I don't know what it is but it is a biggie and it is very positive. It has been with me since I rose. I immediately knew that something really big had happened for me but I have no idea what is. It has resulted in my talking to myself all day long at a clip heretofore unseen; talking right out loud, while walking down the street, no doubt to the consternation and amusement of the local inhabitants. For some reason, it all seems perfectly normal, although there is nothing normal about me, except that I am normally not normal. As Bruce Cockburn once said in his song, “The Trouble with Normal”, “the trouble with normal is, it always gets worse”. Abnormal is the new normal. As the world descends into more and more lies and confusion, it proceeds by increments. What this means is that it is difficult to track back to much earlier times, when things were different than they are now. It also goes around corners and you can't see back around the corner.

My defense against this phenomenon, is that I attempt to reside in the timeless, where nothing important changes. The ordinary procedures and deployments that take place in the temporary world are to come to terms with the temporary as if it was real. It's not. As said, appearances are the fundamental lie of the manifest world. This is a condition that most people suffer from and they store up their treasures in the land of the temporary and their treasures are temporary and so then are they, coming and going through the revolving door of coming and going. They repeat themselves over and over, without being aware of it because the tenets and truths of their comings and goings are hidden from them.

I'm in a really good mood and I have no idea why. I have been saying some of the most ridiculous things and making myself laugh as a result. Star-fleet Commander Visible got some kind of an upgrade or promotion and that, of course, is good news. I'm hoping every one of you will be getting an upgrade or a promotion, unless you are a Hasbara or a troll. We are then hoping you get a downgrade, or a demotion and that all of your efforts and aspirations are met with frustration and failure. I guess that's okay, since everything they engage in, is to the general disadvantage of the rest of us.

We are refugees in search of light. Down the road, up the road we go and where we stop, nobody knows, or something like that. I want more light. I want a constant increase in light, for better seeing and a finer, more pervasive awareness. This is what I want. I don't much want all the temporary things that surround us. These things come and go and the funny thing about possessions is that you don't have to do anything to wind up with them. They have some mysterious reproductive cycle. They breed in the night somehow. They are not the only things that breed in the night or, would that darkness?

Something has definitely changed in my existence. It's palpable. It's strange and I am behaving like a looney bird. I'm not in the same vector that I was in yesterday. You know how it is when something radical happens in life, something radically good? You get all light footed and playful and even a bit absurd. That's how I am at the moment. The world that was here before is now gone and I'm not all worked up about it putting in another appearance. It was a world that stayed around well past its due date and there was a sense that it was never going to change and then? It did.

Routines were just repeating themselves. Things that were tormenting me, kept on tormenting me, in my comings and goings, through the same consistent landscape. Meanwhile, 2012 hasn't cracked up to be anything like the 2012 that a lot of us expected, at least no so far. That can all change in a heartbeat though.

I get the distinct feeling that someone is approaching me, someone I haven't seen before or haven't seen in a long time. Some things I've been waiting for, for a long time, are on their way but, I'm not sure exactly what they are. It seems like I should know what they are but I don't. I don't know much about things that concern me personally. They are very much hidden and, as always, there is a very good reason. There is a very good reason for a great many things but we aren't given to know what those are either. Usually the powers that were, manufacture bogus reasons for everything. Otherwise we make them up on our own.

People seem to have a serious reluctance to seek a deeper meaning for things. They don't like to look at what is hiding in plain sight. Really unpleasant things are going on in the oppressed regions. This particular region is Central Banker Heaven, although it is no kind of Heaven. The general population of them are demons. They are on their way to their natural home and what they have been up to is coming to an end. Yes, the general public has had blinders on for a very long time. They don't want to know what they fear to be true. Therefore it is fear that rules them. There is no joy in such an existence. It is an empty and vacuous place. It lacks real substance because everything is on the surface. We live in a place where trivia is rampant on a field of ignorance. The one-eyed God of television is the living room altar. The governments are bankrupt. The economy is bankrupt. The religions are bankrupt. The culture is bankrupt. The winds of change are on the doorstep. We started out chasing the wind and now the wind is chasing us.

The bad guys, right on cue, have been exposed and are being more and more exposed by Mr. Apocalypse. In many cases they are bragging about their venomous practices. The conscienceless rich, are hypnotized by terrible excesses. They are a 3-D horror story. They are the architects of endless war.

Everyone who is here is here for a reason. They may not know what it is but they are here all the same. Seven billion people are here. Some kind of grand denouement is coalescing in the ethers. A small collection of remorseless psychopaths are destroying the quality of life for everyone. They came here from that far country of dumbass for a can of Whoopass. It's the time of judgment and the turning of the age and those who can't turn, will play follow the leader into the annals of infamy, or is that anals?

The things I see are all a kind of cosmic choreography. Everything fits into place, unless you don't see it and then all kinds of things are hidden, or replaced with a schematic that fits the theme people want to believe in. People adjust their viewpoints to harmonize with what they want to believe, based on what they think they want, until they get it and realize that it's not what they really wanted because that emptiness is still there.

What is real and what is not? That's something we have to come to terms with but this is constantly and continuously avoided. In the end, it's all false memory and sustained regret. Did all of those things happen? Did they happen the way we think they did? The clock keeps ticking and time goes by. Things don't get fixed because they need to be broken, to justify all the bad shit that goes down. Everything could have been fixed a long time ago and so many better dreams could have come to pass but this did not happen. Perhaps they will still happen. Perhaps they will.


Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ I Need More Light ♫
'I Need More Light' is track no. 4 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
Lyrics (pops up)

God in Country by Les Visible

Sunday, September 09, 2012

What do you Do? Coo Coo Kachoo.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Strife seems to be the order of the day. In the world at large and even in small venues, like these blogs. Confusion seems to rule the boardwalk, as we wander in vision distance, along the shoreline of the ocean of opportunity. This ocean of opportunity, comes out of the raw unmanifested potential of Nature and Nature is doing some very strange things. When Nature begins to react, in locations heretofore not seen, it is a reflection of the human estate, concerning the degree of it's corruption. I see unusual parallels but that is the kind of person I am. The ordinary progressions are meaningless to me, as any kind of guidelines, because they are obvious in the first place. It is the arcane that strikes me, so I like to look at the dumping grounds of the rich and tasteless.

One thing you know for sure, when things are coming down and going down, things are also going up. The same way that generations disappear, along with their way of thinking, new generations appear to replace them. In some cases these generations, are worse than what came before em masse but better in the minority, as is the case in the United States. You see emerging nations, where there is a hunger for something higher and lacking in entrenched corruption. You see countries, where a certain religious solidarity, translates into moral fiber, as it does in certain Muslim nations. This is irrespective of draconian tendencies, that may exist in certain entrenched corridors. These people have a collective, going to glory, mindset. It's a tough thing to counter, when you are growing increasingly fat, corrupt and over extended, as the west is exemplifying, in it's decadence and aimless fascination, with trivia and temporary satiation. This is not to say it is not rampant in the East as well, where they turn their culture into a cartoon caricature of what you see in the west, like India, Japan, China etc.

I'm a trends and signs kind of a guy, which does not mean I believe I have the capacity to predict where it is safe to be. I think the only place safe to be, is right with yourself and, by extension, right with the world, on your terms, as opposed to whatever insanity the world may be presenting, be is ever so clever, subtle or gross. A person with integrity will find that they experience the positive result of the difference, between the Fata Morgana and the secret springs of the elusive oasis. One of the paramount problems in this day and age, is too many people's self assurance that they know the way to go. Self confidence, without a deeper input, is going right into the demographic of, “pride goes before a fall”. You have to find the oasis and drink the water.

The biggest problem with people concerning accessing the higher mind, is that 'throwing the baby out with the bathwater' phenomena. It's religion that fucks up people's understanding about the reality and efficacy of the arcane. Religion is a suit of clothes that reflect what someone was wearing at a particular time. Most of the time and certainly at this time, it was a long time ago. This creates a disconnect between how we think, what we know little about, really is and the present moment, where things are and things happen. Unfortunately, this requires one to be different than just about everyone else. It confers that 'voice crying in the wilderness' thing. Most people have a real problem with being different, even though they go out of their way to try to appear different; a tattoo will make me different, although I am surrounded by millions of people with tattoos. I need to get a tattoo across the base of my spine, so that the person pounding me from behind will have something to read when they go through the motions. I need a whole lot of wild piercings. People will notice me. I need that unique haircut that's got that, “I just got out of my bed a moment ago but while I was sleeping, rats shit in my hair and moussed me with Krazy Glue. There's no question you will want to go to bed with me”.

Religion is is like putting all your attention into the shrink wrap packaging and forgetting about the contents it's enclosing. 'If' there is a consciousness, vastly beyond your own, it makes no sense to try to interact with it and interpret it on your terms. This is one of the essential misperceptions, on the part of so many people. This doesn't just reflect back on a person's being hamstrung by religion. It extends into that person's relationship with other people. It extends into their relationship with Nature and with their own nature. It extends into their relationship with the world. It gets into every area of your business. It's why the world has such poor leadership and confused and indifferent followers. It's what makes religious leaders dress up in clown outfits and not have a clue about how ridiculous they look. It's the prelude to the Emperor's new clothes. It's the kind of thing that caused Samuel Becket to wear the same shoe size as James Joyce, out of emulation, even though Joyce's shoe size was one size smaller. It's the kind of thing that makes women have toe surgery so that they can wear those Jimmy Choo shoes.

It's the kind of thing that makes me think I know what I'm talking about when I don't (grin).

What to do? What to do? Certainly it is not to go out and shoot a few rounds of golf, or crack another Budweiser, in preparation for this Sunday's games. One thing we are, is creatures of habit. This is the good news and the bad news. You have to look at your habits, as the source of everything that is good and bad in your life. Good habits ensure that you will not fail, when confronted with difficulty. Bad habits, ensure that you will fail automatically because that is what bad habits do. It's the dynamic of having discipline and not having discipline. What do you do? Coo Coo Ka Choo.

I have fallback. Do you have fallback? When I don't know what is going on, I fallback. Some, when they don't know what's going on, do not fall back, they fall forward under their own power. Most of life is ridiculously simple. That is the problem. It's too simple, so we add in whatever amount of complexity we think we need, to grant authenticity that needs no addition of, by the person creating all kinds of obstacles for themselves.

Netanyahoo is a belligerent psychopath. So are Ehud Barack and Avigdor Lieberman. Nothing guarantees a sure fire clusterfuck, like fellow travelers nodding their head in agreement, while the whole world can see what idiots they are. You say the whole world can't see it and most of them aren't even looking? Agreed, but Mr. Apocalypse is in town. Mr. Apocalypse is in the house. Like Ralph Fiennes and Philip Seymour Hoffman in Red Dragon, you will be forced to see and it's the same individual qualities that we have been discussing here, that account for Hoffman getting into the mess he got into and winding up as a wheelchair flambe.

So many people think that certain people are way too powerful to be brought down. No one is too possible to be brought down. Nothing is too big to fail. Time may pass and everything may go well for either of these for a time but eventually, down the chute pilgrim, down the chute. No one has ever conquered the world and you may be sure they are going down, when they get to the position where they think they will. Without the capacity for surrender and being able to see that you are wrong and care to know whether you are wrong, you are doomed.

So it goes in the Crimson Clover, over and over. Red for blood and green for money, honey. ♫Let it be, let it be♫


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Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ Mountian of Release ♫
'Mountian of Release' is track no. 9 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'

The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible

The radio show will be available sometime later today.

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Quo Vadis Echoing in the Darkness.

Dog Poet Transmitting......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Well, weird is weird and strange is strange and many the twain shall meet. I can see I am getting too Frank for some people and since there is no Frank in my name, that could lead to an identity confusion. What all of this tells me, is that the pressure of the planets upon the individual psyche, is getting fairly intense. The pressure is operating equally upon the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful. Crunch time is around the corner and as much as I would personally advise everyone and myself, to endure and bear with the situation, well; what are the odds of that taking hold in every heart and mind? The thing is that madness is afoot and it is pushing all of the darker subconscious garbage to the surface, where we don't want to see it but do see it nevertheless.

Of course, into a climate of such confusion, comes the agents provocateurs who feed off of this kind of thing. My position is to placate and faux agitate at the same time because that is the only way I know of to get things to expeditiously reveal themselves. Sometimes acting out of character, causes characters to reveal themselves unintentionally. There's nothing like a good piss up to, get people to reveal their real intentions. Unfortunately, this can paint things in a bad light temporarily but, temporarily is the operative word. Breaking eggs to make omelets, is one of the occasional conditions that arise in the process of getting breakfast on the table.

The tension and uncertainty are palpable. Of course, this leads to anger and outbursts. Something is coming and our lack of awareness of what exactly that is, makes for a dicey emotional state. Unlike a lot of people, I have no great investment in being liked or loved, for anything other than true and lasting reasons. We're all about convenience in this day and age and that leads to a lot of superficial necessity, which we use to justify and define our value in our own minds. It's less important what others think about us than what we think about ourselves, independent of that and that is less important than what our creator thinks about us and all too often we don't know what that is. Going by our recollection of our thoughts, words and deeds, we often like and respect ourselves less than we think we do. This is why we need all that superficial recognition and reassurance.

Sometimes in the end and certainly along the way, we are often deserted by everyone and everything, when we fail to meet their needs and demands upon us. We like to tell ourselves that this will never happen but it does happen. It's hard to take. It tears apart our sense of self worth. At the same time, we don't even know who we are, so what are we basing this self worth on? Life can be very fickle. We don't like that one bit. We explain ourselves by our possessions and all those we consider to be our possessions, as well as our professions; the size of our dicks, the fading flower of our all too brief beauty, our momentary physical power, our status in the pecking order. That's a big deal. The closer we sit to some imaginary seat of power, the more we find out what we are really like, when we are called upon, or think we are called upon to defend it. Life arranges all sorts of conditions, where we think ourselves challenged, just to show us the sort of fools we are. We operate on paranoia and defensiveness. This is all about showing us how little control we have over anything. That's what aging, death, the loss of fortune, mobility and a host of other things is all about.

Some of us flourish through entire lifetimes. Especially in Kali Yuga you see monsters like Rockefeller, Kissinger and a vast list of names, go from one outrage to another, with seemingly no hindrance or opposition. These are all faithkillers for the rest of us. There's a reason for that too. There's a reason for everything. Often there is a very, very good reason. We don't get told or shown what these are, so we assume they aren't even there. We latch on to the limited knowledge and information that we possess and we use that as a template for understanding and that template is such a tiny thing placed over an incomprehensible vastness, beyond limit or measure. This is all discussed in the chapter of Ecclesiastes in the Bible. It has zero impact on the cognitively dissonant, who can read the whole thing and nod their heads in understanding and understand nothing because, otherwise, why would so many people go right back to what they were doing before they read it? How can people read so many books and have so many informing experiences and remain so unchanged? There are so many mysteries that attend the human experience and this is one of them.

We believe that we can get along with everyone and that may be true, if we are aware of who to avoid, who to keep silent with, who to tell what they want to hear ,so that we can get past them and on our way, to wherever it is that we are going and they are not, at least in the short term; “wise as serpents and harmless as doves”. There's always more though. There is so much more than what we think we know and there will always be so much more than we think we know, which is why admitting that we do not know, makes it possible for another mind to know and to inform us, at any time, of all we need to know in any given moment. A recognition of our helplessness and the imperative for surrender and reliance is job one in these times. It doesn't matter what was true or what might have been true at any other time. You are not in those times, so it is irrelevant. All the pretty words; the white suits, the new age thousand yard stare, the ridiculous religious outfits, the collection plates, the limousines and private planes, the exceptionalism, the exclusivity, the hubris and arrogance of chosen status, the endless lies, the appetite for gain, the terrible industry and crimes of self interest and on and on and on; none of these things mean anything. Nothing gained or lost by any of them means anything.

Only one thing means anything and that is who the regent is that is seated in your heart and mind. Who has the rulership of your being? To what do you owe your allegiance and to what degree? This tells the whole story of the degree to which you can be compromised, at whatever point the test for that possibility presents itself. “All have sinned and come short of the glory”. There are a lot of ways to understand that and that is the often overlooked key. All scripture has more than one meaning. All the cryptic things could well be even more cryptic and every time you think you have figured out the meaning of something, there is an equal percentage that says you might not have.

Some things can only be understood through divine revelation and via the medium of the intuition. All the study and all the powers of the intellect go only so far. These are the vanities of the mind and the uncompleted heart. We hear lies and we tell ourselves lies. They satisfy us according to the rationalizations we require to appease the self interest that we tell ourselves we do not have. “All our righteousness is as filthy rags”. These things come out of the book of those we have convinced ourselves have nothing to say but we have to remember who was saying these things and who this power was talking to. Not everyone is doing ring around the rosy with the Golden Calf.

Nothing is so fatal and misinformed than when we tell ourselves that we have all the information and that our comprehension and facts are complete. Fundamentally we do not know and until this is visceral we are running around in circles like a chicken with it's head cut off.

It is not my position to tell people they are wrong about something. It is my position to tell people that they might be wrong and not completely informed about the real meaning of things. This is not to say that I know the real meaning of things and I do not pretend to either but I do know someone who does know the meaning of things and is willing to tell me what that might be, within the narrow window of whatever applies to me personally, or whatever it is I am supposed to say and do about any of it, insofar as I am empowered to say or do anything about any of it.

Well, we've come to the end of another posting, more or less. They just go on and on and where they stop nobody knows. Everything you will ever need to know is in fables and fairy tales, if you know how to extract the meaning from them. Real meaning is often to be found in what appears to be nonsense and very often there is no meaning at all to be found in what seems reasonable and rational because our interpretation of reasonable and rational is often askew. What, after all, is rational and reasonable in an irrational and unreasonable world?

Sooner or later the dawn rises in the consciousness and that light illuminates all of the things we have been surrounded by for so long and imagined that we understood. Until that time, we are simply feeling our way in the dark with the echo of Quo Vadis, everywhere in the air around us.


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Visible sings: Floating Down by Les Visible♫ Floating Down (unplugged) ♫