Dancing in the Darkness, where Angels Fear to Tread.

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

Is it Origami time again? Why, I guess it is. Things have mellowed out considerably here, although my sense of detachment continues. I'm in a state of suspension, like a piece of fruit in a Jell-O mold; interesting image, that. It's true though. I feel a sense of apartness from everything around me, as if I were watching a movie, alone in a dark theater. It's what passes for real life, up there on the screen but, try as I might, I cannot escape into the screen and become a part of the action I am watching. I am consistently aware that I am sitting there in the theater.

It all goes back to my kundalini experience. Prior to that, I still never felt like I was enough of a part of things to get lost in them but there were periods where I could integrate for brief periods of time and I'll admit, it wasn't unpleasant. However, after the kundalini experience, I've just been outside of it all. People would engage me in conversations about esoteric things and all I ever heard was their adaptation of whatever they wanted to believe was true, insofar as it supported whatever they wanted to believe, to the extent that it supported what they wanted to do or to get. I watched people adjust their philosophies and points of view, so that whatever it was that they imagined the cosmos to be, it was a willing foundation for all of their speech and actions. I don't want to sound cynical, it's just how it always looked to me. This was echoed in whatever my invisible friends would tell me, in the process of my observation and listening.

Back in the day, when so many transformative things were happening, there was a willingness and a risk taking among so many people that I knew. It was that window of youth, where you think you are going to live forever and there's no long residue of the past to drag you down, or demand your regular attention to contemplate all that happened, or that you thought happened. No serious ties that bind were yet in place, except for maybe the blood ties of family. That's one of the things that happened to me when the kundalini experience went down. All of a sudden my family was no longer my family. My father was no longer my father, my mother was no longer my mother, my brothers and my sister no longer that either. The totality of humanity replaced that and those roles were filled by anyone that I was around.

Prior to the experience, I had an identity; a composite of ideas about myself and who I was. As the force rose inside of me, the first thing it did was to suck that identity right out of me. I was no one. I went upstairs to the bathroom and looked into the mirror and I saw face after face, from many periods of time pass over my features. From that time on, I felt the features of whoever I was with come into the mental image of my face in my mind. It still happens. That has never changed. It's been a major protection many times because there are no filters between me and whoever's company I am in. The exceptions have been when things were hidden from me for the purpose of demonstration. You can't have lessons imposed on you if you see them coming (grin).

My life has been a relentless struggle to the point of the moment I presently occupy and resident within it, is the prospect of not knowing where I am going to be in the none too distant future. The mind wants to spend a lot of time on this, accomplishing Jack Nothing. This is what the mind likes, chasing it's own tale round and round in circles because it loves to be the center of attention. It can only achieve this by never getting to the point, which resolves and dissolves it, so that it can actually become a functioning asset instead of an implacable liability; solve et coagula.

The mind is a rapacious beast or the seat of angels. They don't come around in the former and lacking the former, there is only the latter. The latter is the destiny of perseverance. The former is the essential origin of suffering.

I've had serious ups and downs, far more threatening and occasionally devastating than anything I face now but the mind and the heart are always most deeply engaged in the concerns of the present, regardless of how they stack up against anything that might have been present in the past. In every situation, I have always been looked out for and it has always worked out and it has always progressed into a better state than it was prior to. This I know as a result of simple reflection. The mind doesn't want to cooperate in respect of this because it takes away from the mind's power to orchestrate attachments and emotional responses to whatever it is overemphasizing.

Why am I talking about these things today? I've been getting a constant influx of emails from people going through intense changes and desperate circumstances. Various levels of darkness, despair and uncertainty are presenting themselves in the lives of many readers. I'll mention here what I tell everyone in different ways. Evil is being forced outward into manifestation, from the hearts and minds of those who harbor it. Meanwhile the good is being pressed out of the hearts and minds of those who harbor it and these people are being tried and tempered in a crucible of fire. If you could see the actual happenings from an objective and apart perspective, you wouldn't have it any other way. Unfortunately, in most cases, we can't see the end point from the point we are momentarily occupying. This makes us insecure. “Why is this happening to me? I'm a good person. I worked so hard. I don't do bad things”. That's your opinion (grin).

Seriously, it's not about whether you are a good or bad person, or think you are. It goes further and deeper than that. It's about the desired results in the mind of the cosmos. Let us think of ourselves as a metal pot or a musical instrument. Some pots are simple in function and design and do not require painful and complex processes to come to completion, in order to be sufficient to the task that is set for them. Some containers are more multifarious and require complex and torturous steps to get them to the final state.

Some musical instruments demand sophisticated bending and shaping of the wood or metal. From these instruments a vast range of subtleties and sounds can be brought forth. Some instruments are quite simple and the range of notes of which they are capable is limited and often, so is the quality and depth of the voicing. That is how it is with human beings as well. We are not all the same, no matter what anyone tells you. There is a perspective from which this assumption can be made but even that is not what people think it is ...because people are thinking and you definitely can't see it from the position of thinking. As I've said before, the spirit of the cosmos sings through everyone but sometimes it carries a tune.

Getting all bent out of shape by the things you are seeing and going through, has zero impact on the positively transformative side of the equation, if anything, it retards your progress. We run hither and yon, bemoaning all the doors we seek to have opened and which remain closed to us. The simple truth is that we are holding those doors closed and so long as we are leaning on the doors, they will not open. We don't believe we are doing this. The fact is that we must be doing it because otherwise those doors would open.

We bemoan that we cannot perform certain actions, or that we are creatively blocked and can't get into the strategic posture, where the water just flows without interruption. Yet we do not trouble to go to the particular agent of that activity or state and make the sincere request that will draw the entity to our side and succor. The universe is far more efficient and complex than the finest Swiss watch that was ever made and- unlike that watch-, it's conscious. It knows what you want and what you are up to. The problem is that a particular back and forth of communication is not taking place. Instead there is a one sided argument and that argument goes on day and night. That argument has been going on for so long that most people are unaware that it is even taking place. One has to sink beneath the level at which the argument is taking place and the argument will dissolve and cease to be. It is like finally being able to operate outside the realm of personality, at which point you cease to be in conflict with anyone else. It is only on that level where conflict takes place in the first place.

If you want to understand why you are being put through all of this painful stuff... it is in order to assist in extricating you from the place where all of these things happen. Why you are having no success with it is because you are trying to accomplish it on your own. You can't. That's not your job. Your job is not to interfere with the one whose job it actually is.


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Visible sings: ♫ Where You Are ♫
'Where You Are' is track no. 6 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'
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By Way of Attempted Explication.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Greetings Friends and welcome to the halls of Origami. I seem to have run afoul of certain sensibilities over the course of the last week in my postings here and there. I just got an email from someone who was upset with me because they said I was fearful. This was something I was unaware of. I admit to confusion, some perplexity and uncertainty ...but fear is not something I recall dealing with and it certainly doesn't fit my modus operandi at any time around these locations. In fact, I would say that the degree of fearlessness I display borders on the foolhardy, lacking at times all sense of self preservation. I've wanted to think and do believe that God protects me and it certainly appears to be true. However, at times one's faith can be severely tested and I am no more immune to that than anyone else.

There's seems to be a perception among some of the readers that I am their property. They have some kind of investment in me and when I don't perform according to their expectations that I have not measured up to my ordained responsibility to them. How I came to be responsible to them is something I missed along the way. Perhaps I wasn't paying attention. Possibly I was busy with something else and this contractual obligation of mine went by without my noticing it. I am supposed to be possessed of some kind of marvelous, unwavering consistency that never varies. That's fine in the movies and comic books but it doesn't translate into real life; whatever that is.

There are some readers who have been good to me here, bought my books, helped me out on occasion, been there for me in a private fashion. You know who you are and I'm not going to single you out to the exclusion of others. I don't think that would be fair. However, the totality of them is a good deal less than 1% of the readership. The people that are giving me grief about not meeting their expectations aren't even regular correspondents; not people I hear from with any regularity. I don’t really know what to say to them. I'm not a commodities future or a hedge fund.

My former life, such as I have known it is in a state of massive transformation. Somehow, I got the idea that coming to India was going to be some kind of a positive transitioning. No one who comes here has any real idea of what went down and it's over in any case. It was just one of those initiatory phases that can happen anywhere. I've learned from the experience and put it behind me but I can't put behind me how it made me feel. I don't operate like that anyway. I study the impact of things on me and look to see what the lesson is. I can't grow if I just dismiss everything that happens and act like nothing happened.

I've lived with the same woman for going on 14 years now. Though we are very good friends and share a lot of things in common, there are all kinds of things we do not share in common. I've never integrated that well into the German culture. We do not share the same friends. A number of her friends were very upset that we got together and in most cases this is because they wanted to be with her and she picked me. She doesn't believe in God; given what little or more a lot of you know about my life, you can imagine how this plays out on occasion, especially considering some of the supernatural occurrences. She sees the commentary provided by the readers and it mystifies her because she does not share in the resonance that goes on here. The truth of the matter here and I know whereof I speak, is that we were put together for karmic reasons. Some of you know how we met and this is endemic of many another event that has occurred in my life.

Now the cosmos has seen fit to change this dynamic. That's been in flux for awhile now and the status of it comes and goes but sooner or later it will change in a definite way and I will be on my own and feeling like I am in a Thomas Cole painting. I'm of a particular age, although, unless I am being decadent I don't look like it and people often miss my actual age by a lot, It really comes down to the way one moves and acts according to their animating principle. Still, I don't have a job, I live in a foreign country, I could well be in the wind come summer and have no idea where and the place that I thought was going to provide me answers, has provided me nothing but questions. I think I am permitted a certain amount of WTF? I think I am permitted a period of internal questioning and wonderment.

People say all kinds of nice things to and about me. It is apparent that a lot of people are getting something out of this experiment that I am. I don't know how much I am getting out of it, except for the opportunity to be of service and I have tried to perform in that manner, free of charge, diligently, day after day, week after week, month after month and year after year. I haven't asked for anything. I've been through, I don't know how many personal crises, on the parts of different readers, through emails and phone conversations and so on and so forth. I've tried to be there every single time.

I'm not superman. I'm not enlightened, not in any complete and total way. I'm not stable and well adjusted. I'm not prosperous and independent. I've never amassed any assets and I don't own anything but the tools of my trade. I have maybe a couple of thousand Euro to my name, if I congregate it all together. That's the totality of all my worldly goods. Sure, that has never been my intention but I always thought things were moving in a certain direction, where I might finally have a season of ease, or at least know where I was going to be for some period of time.

I'm not whining or complaining here. I'm just laying out some particulars, so that the reader might see how things have been hitting me lately and they have been hitting me a certain way internally. You have to keep something in mind about me and that is that because of the nature of my work there are some number of entrenched and diabolical forces that bear no love for me and they attack me on certain levels at certain times. Usually these attacks take place in my waking zone and I handle them as well as I can and I usually do handle them, with the help of my invisible friends. They usually do not come after me when I am sleeping or attempting to but that happened recently and here is the interesting thing. At the same time this was happening to me, it happened to Susanne, the very same thing with the very same components. There can be nothing coincidental about this. Now it has stopped and for that I am grateful but... the totality of all of these things is wearying and it puts me in a frame of mind that I have to deal with. I could pretend that none of it is happening but that is no different than being in a state of denial.

Every trip I have taken recently has turned out badly in one way or another; Mexico, UK, Romania and now here, although this could still materialize into something different and I hold to that possibility. Some readers are coming to visit soon and maybe that contains elements that will have an effect on my presence here. Several people told me to go home. Susanne told me I should come home. I can't see my way to doing that when people have paid good money to come and see me so, I'm pretty much here for another month to six weeks at least. I can manage that, staying under the radar and just working on my book and putting up posts every day. I've got a lot I can occupy myself with. I don't have to be running all over the landscape, with the environment pinging off of my senses and rattling my brain cage (grin).

I'm not in some state of burgeoning crisis. I'm just very thoughtful and not sure of what anything means but that is simply the way it is. It's going to explain itself or it's not going to explain itself. I don't get the sense that I am in any kind of danger and even when it looked like things might spiral into a degree of unpleasantness, they never did. Things merely moved from one atmosphere into another. I'm just in one of those places where I am assessing everything and not knowing what awaits me at some further reach and it's not something I should be over focusing on but you know how the mind works and sometimes that is just how it goes. Usually I have some sort of anchored awareness but my anchors are in question now and it's probably why I am getting all these weird HD dreams and why, until recently, I couldn't sleep at all. The power of this mountain and this location has something to do with it but that seems to have backed off too for the moment.

So I ask you to bear with me and not place all these impossible expectations on me. I am very resilient and have a capacity to pass through powerful weather conditions. If the forces I deal with are real, they will prove out in terms of need and necessity. I have to go with that. Don't make demands on me when I'm not on your dime and when you are in fact on my dime. It would please me greatly if I could expect this. You want to have a positive effect on my situation, pray for me. Thank you.


Love,


visible


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Visible sings: ♫ Peace (unplugged) ♫
A studio version of 'Peace' is track no. 4 of 10 on Visible's eponymous 'Les Visible' Music Album
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On the Road in Search of the Hidden Visible.

Dog, Monkey and we will see the elephant transmitting.......

May all your orifices be sanctified and cleansed.

This is Origami, so you know I'm going to talk about the divine. I have no problem with saying the word, God ...but sometimes other people do. There is a lot of debate about the word and the idea all across these once shining seas. I'm not qualified to speak for God, I just know there is one. A lot of people don't believe in God; that's their lookout. It doesn't change anything in me because I absolutely know that there is a God. I have had it proven to me more times than I can recall. My entire life has been affected by God. It has not been easy or always pleasant but that comes with the territory of that undiscovered kingdom. Then I do discover it, here and there, when it wants to appear.

The amount of terrible things going on is truly impressive. This is only some of what I've seen in the last week. You can expect these things, in the times of the fall of empires and the recycling of cultures. People lose their moral compass in droves. The previous glues that held them together disappear, or become seemingly irrelevant. People don't seem to know where they are going and many don't even appear to care. Conscience has gone the way of so many things, forced into irrelevance by the paucity of values. Values are not what they were, although there are quite a few shrieking hysterics to the left and right, who decry the absence of what they don't practice, in a kind of redundant and persistent hypocrisy, where they make the rules up as they go along.

Strange and violent acts of nature are becoming more commonplace, like those tornadoes of fire in Australia. I don't know where it's all headed but I'm going to track in the direction of the divine, believing that to be the sanest course at any time. “Though Heaven prefers no man, the wise man prefers Heaven”.

The atmosphere for me here is intense. As noted, I've been unable to post for some days and have, for the most part, confined myself to my quarters. I expect that to change and know that it will but I really need time to process the aura of this place. Yesterday I opened my front door to find a large monkey sitting on my stair railing eating a tortilla. I suspect it was the remaining tortilla from my friend Gopal Krishna's lunch here yesterday. Gopal is an auto-rickshaw driver and the one piece of gained wisdom I will pass on to you is to make one your friend. They know where everything is at and the price of things and the cost of experiences can be dramatically reduced. Gopal has been of significant help to me. Another person who has been of immense help is Deva, the son of my landlords. He's arranging everything for me it seems. This morning he came up to get my laundry to transfer it to the person who does it and he wants to know if I want coffee or tea, or anything. What a trip. These people genuinely want to be of service.

Conversely, there is this fellow here who has become so incensed with me, over calling him on some comments he made, that he has even taken to contacting people I know here, in an attempt to diminish my profile. Well, it did not have the effect he might have wanted but no doubt he can do me some damage out there in the wider reality of Thiruvanamalai. I have always had that peculiar effect on people to where they really, really like me or very much do not like me. There seems to be no real middle ground. I blame it all on God, everything that has to do with me (grin). I mean that, of course, in the reverse sense. However, if you rely on God for everything then you are also permitted to lay it all at his door. If you are relying on yourself then you already have a door where it can be laid and will be laid.

These things make practical common sense to me but certainly not to everyone. I literally consider any other point of view to be dangerous and insane; no doubt I am viewed in a like manner by some others but these are the things I have proven out to myself, over the course of painful experience. These are the things I have proven out to myself over the course of relentless observation.

I don't know much and I try not to know more than what is good for me. Knowledge bears, is attended by, responsibility because you act on the information you possess. It shapes your world view and values and it colors your reality. I would rather have these things shaped in me by a higher power. Otherwise it seems to me that one is negotiating busy and unpredictable streets and seas like an unattended 6 year old. Instead of having one's hand in the hand of a wiser adult, or an unseen hand on the tiller.

I'm still having some degree of technical problems and getting set up here has required a lot more expense and ingenuity than I expected but, once you are set up that all becomes considerably reduced. It is like that Chinese hexagram; “difficulty at the beginning”. I applaud myself for stepping back and staying out of sight, that is a new development for me. It bespeaks a maturity that I had hitherto not possessed. Maybe in some strange way I am growing up. I miss certain people and animals these days, far more than ever in the past and I suspect that means I am going to be profoundly changed at some point. I can certainly feel it and it is thrilling and alarming at the same time. I've had a lot of close calls of a certain kind over recent years and not the sort of thing you would expect in someone, who by this time should possess good judgment and some modicum of restraint.

Dreaming here has been an event. I hesitate to illustrate any because sometimes I get yelled at for that. However, last night's was a real trip. I was in some beautiful resort location, meeting a lot of people and also having conflicts with a number of them who were batshit crazy. I was interacting with a number of women of a certain indeterminate age and at one point, this rather attractive lady came up to me and said, “I want to talk to you. I know you're getting an amount of attention from others here and I wanted to put my case forward in advance of anything happening”. We got to this palatial estate, which was her home and she went to a table and laid out all these stock certificates. She said, “As you can see I am very, very rich and these are only a part of it. I want to marry you, or live with you. I have divorced my husband since yesterday. Please consider my offer. I am nicer than the other women around here and you will find that out. I know I'm chattering like a magpie but that is because I am drunk and could not have approached you this way otherwise”. The dream had the most eerie and HD reality to it. It was like lucid dreaming. I woke up laughing to myself about the contents of the dream. Many other things happened but it would take some time to detail them.

India is such a unique place, a contradiction of so many opposites and of conditions and events taking place that you just wouldn't see anywhere else because it is a nation founded on longstanding spiritual understandings. Of course, some Christians would take me to task on that but they would be wrong and all religions originate, in one way or another, out of here, with the exception of Islam. Christ traveled in India and the east for 18 years and one would have to attribute much of his teachings being influenced by his time away; not that I put a lot of stock in much of the Zio-altered Bible... no offense intended. There just appear to be many slants that don't wash with my understanding. Arguably, that is the case with any religion. I like my Divine contact to be direct, in any case.

Well, my friends, it is time for me to go, I'm got some appointments today. which I hope are going to be fairly positive and possibly address certain conditions, in myself, which I would like to see changed. I'm also supposed to be writing a book with Abul, so... I promise not to stay away so long again as has been true of this initial period of transition. Love to all.


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Visible sings: ♫ Listening to God in the Morning ♫
'Listening to God in the Morning' is track no. 13 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'
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