Thursday, February 28, 2013

Talking about Spiritual Master's Blues in B-Flat

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Well now. I had thought to put recent subjects aside but... it appears that further clarification is required. This is what I get for not being curious about things being said and then later they get brought to my attention by someone and I have to ponder it all and decide whether or not I want to get into saying things I already said a number of times. For some reason, things that I have gone to painful lengths to make clear, are not made clear to the people who are most in need of understanding them. Everyone else, to whom these things do not apply, gets them. It's some kind of fugazy thing in the universe, which blocks the attention of certain people. Hopefully, this posting will answer any and all questions that may be lingering in the minds of those who are not using their minds to understand but only to project.

Let me begin with the subject of spiritual masters. There is no one kind of spiritual master. Only naive Pollyannas think this. Some people think that spiritual masters are wonderfully balanced, all knowing types who gaze at you with a faraway look of wisdom in their eyes. Some people think a spiritual master is someone like Eckhart Tolle, who drones on in a hypnotic modulation, putting his audience into a trance, who charges more the closer you sit to him and who walks out of each lecture with a satchel of cash under his arm. Some people get pissed off when I mention these things but... that's how it is; argument is futile but usually unavoidable, unless one side doesn't argue and... that would be me.

No, spiritual masters come in every color of the rainbow and can appear to be batshit crazy depending on what they are intending to accomplish, like the fairly well known Tibetan monk from Colorado (I think) who would go into a biker bar and get outrageously drunk and cause a huge scene but nothing would happen to him but he sure scared the shit out of the people who went in there with him. I've done things like this on occasion and nothing has happened to me either, nor did any of the things people thought might happen, happen. Now, I am not passing myself off as a spiritual master but... there are people who think I am and they have these expectations of me.

A couple of times there have been these events that created a certain amount of chaos in the environment. This only happened a couple of times. There have been dozens of meets and greets where nothing untoward has happened and people fly in to visit me all the time, or drive in by car, or take a train and everything goes splendidly and I am sure these people will attest to that. For the most part, these people do not have unreasonable expectations of me and in the cases where they do, I let it slide in that particular time frame. However, there are times when I feel the need to behave a certain way because, for whatever the reason, I am certain that what I suspect is going to reveal itself and in both situations it did. I would much rather pay the price at that point than further down the road.

Every time I wound up in deep shit, went to prison, came under the threat of prison, had unexpected domestic troubles (not always in that regard but sometimes) it was because I let someone into my life that I should not have. Throughout my life I have been entirely too trusting. I thought that was how I should be; forgetting the part in the Bible where it says, “Be ye wise as serpents and harmless as doves”. You would think I would remember that since I have an active and conscious serpent within me that cautions and advises but, not always, because sometimes I am on my own for the purpose of demonstration.

My take on how to interact with existence has been to throw myself completely into it without concern for life or limb. My essential premise has been, 'no fear'. This is why I purposely have gone off into wild nature on my own and taken massive amounts of psychedelics, or gone to a remote dwelling and drank cup after cup of ayahuasca for days. Being in a very private setting like this and being completely in earnest about contact... ensures contact, in fact, it guarantees it.

I'm not doing this anymore for various reasons and the time has come for me to put all things of this kind aside, including my beloved American Spirit, et al. It won't be difficult for a very definite reason. All of you are familiar with the results you get when you are indecisive and not fully committed. You are also familiar with the results you get when you are 100% committed. You just breeze right through. I know this because I have done it. In fact, I did this very thing on several occasions and it lasted for years at a stretch. These situations did not continue because the time had not yet come for that.

People who come to see me and try to put me on some absurd plane, or expect me to behave according to their expectations; as if I owe them that (and I don't) are, under the surface, control freaks, who insist that I meet whatever criteria they require of me. My position on this is that I have no choice but to blow that out of the water. Sometimes I'll crank it up before there is even any engagement. This comes about through internal prompting. My position is to be on equal footing with everyone, not to be greater than or lesser than. My position is to engage people with bonhomie and brotherhood and to love them unreservedly, if they will let me. When people take off on me with no warning, that's a red flag and bespeaks some unknown intent. When people then publicize something in ways that are not reflected in the minds of nearly everyone else on the set, that is another red flag. ♫Red flags in the sunset, way out on the sea♫

Most people proceed through their lives with a certain degree of apprehension, concerning things they fear will happen or come upon them. Very often these things do not come upon them and even if they did, fear and apprehension do not help, in fact, they are a distinct liability. Everything happens for a reason and possessing the necessary confidence to accept this, in its totality, will insure the least distressing passage through whatever it is. That is the nature of the beast. The degree of your pain and suffering are directly related to the degree of your resistance to the necessary change demanded of you by the cosmos. This change, like all of them is manufactured for your good and ultimately with your liberation in mind. Unfortunately, it is human nature to take the wrong turn out of most changes because of some level of attachment, expectation or desire. People can hear words like this over and over and over again and not hear them or see them because their vision is clouded by the aforementioned.

Interestingly, I bear zero resentment toward anyone with whom certain demonstrations were carried out but... on the other end, that is not the case. Some might say, well this is all rationalization, that a problem exists which is not being addressed. If that were the case, it wouldn't end immediately after I enter my door and not return. I would also not be able to function on all of the levels I do function on every day. When I went to Romania and into a very definite party atmosphere, where everyone was drinking and horsing around, I had no desire to join in. I just wanted to sit around and observe. This was making it difficult for them to dose me (grin). I just want to say again that I enjoyed myself immensely, so... no harm, no foul.

Some of us are not like everyone else and different things apply. As you proceed up the spiral staircase, all the dynamics change at every landing. The rules are different. On some of the landings a veritable quantum leap occurs. At a certain point you might be told that “good and evil no longer apply to you”. This does not mean you can suddenly start running around and offing people. What it means is that your inclinations no longer contain the sort of motivations that lead in certain directions and to certain results. Once your mind is fixed on the divine, if not completely, then to a specific degree, you are home free, except for the closing of the distance that remains. You still have to walk a ways through existence, from where you are, to where you are bound but there is no longer any question about you getting there. That's where you want to be and it is possible for all of us with the right mix of industry, faith and certitude.

Let is be said here that I bear no ill will toward anyone at this point, including those who sought to harm me to the fullest extent. They were just playing their roles and I am infinitely grateful that that was not my role. Suffering backs off when the root nature of it is exposed to the consciousness. I think I will close with that.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ Every Day ♫
'Every Day' is track no. 11 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
Lyrics (pops up)

God in Country by Les Visible

I recommend that everyone who reads this post see the movie "Kumare".

There will be a radio show this weekend.

Monday, February 25, 2013

From India to Frankfart and Home.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(Susanne asks me this morning, "So, do you think you lost many readers with this latest escapade"? I replied, "Readers come and go and come back again or don't. I can't concern myself with people who might sit in judgment of me from afar. It's ironic, they can appreciate and even applaud Hunter Thompson and his antics but... not mine and I am mild compared to him, or maybe just more restrained. Susanne, I don't want people around me, or afar, laboring under false impressions. I've done what I've done for reasons known and unknown to me. Like it's been said, 'You can't make a omelet without breaking eggs' and you can't get to the deeper heart of anyone, without trashing their illusions or, at least, bypassing them).

On to the rest of the tale;

India dramatically changed something inside me. I didn't notice it at first because I was caught up in the moment and contained in an environmental surround sound. So... I get to the airport in Chennai and I'm in this long line; the kind that snakes back and forth through these barriers of steel poles and a band of fabric. I'm talking to some guy in line about how Israel did 9/11 and I notice a lot of people are listening in. After a few minutes of this, a young Indian man in one of those work blazers comes over and opened the band of fabric and said, "Come with me Sir". I'm thinking, "WTH"? He takes me directly to security, walks me through security and then walked me to the gate where my flight to Oman was set to leave from. Incredible. I did not expect that.

I get to Oman and have a bit of a wait, so I go to have a beer. I wind up in this conversation with another young Indian guy and his female associate. Soon we are laughing and in high spirits. I'm thinking to myself, "something weird appears to have happened to me". We end it with this warm embrace. I get on the plane to Frankfart and am seated next to this young German man named "Moe". Who ever heard of a German named Moe? He had just come from Nepal, where he had been volunteer teaching for 6 months. We talked through the flight and there was this intense intimacy between us, without any connotations except those of the heart. I don't know how to describe it further because this is all new to me. It was very warm and the smiles on both of our faces attested to that.

Further, concerning Oman, I am reminded of what the Palestinian doctor (who I sat next to on the train when my journey began) said to me, "You should come to the Middle East, you will like it and they will like you". Boy, wasn't the Oman airport one of the nicest places I have ever been? Indeed.

I get off the plane in Frankfart, realizing it is too late to take a train toward home. I didn't want Susanne to have to travel out late to pick me up. So... I go to this bar to have a couple of beers and I see these two Japanese gentlemen laughing and smiling at me. They beckon me over and I go and sit with them. Soon we are engaged in amazing conversation. Once again, the warmth is unmistakeable. They were importers. We ended it with two strong and lasting embraces and kisses on the cheek. I didn't know the Japanese did that. They leave and... moments later this Pakistani man in a suit comes to the bar and orders a Johnny Walker scotch. Though he is 6 or 7 meters away, I can see what he's getting. He looks over and sees me and immediately comes and sits next to me where he tells me the story of his life. We head over to the smoking room for a smoke. There's more talk and I say, "Let me buy you a drink". He says, "Okay". We leave the smoking room and he suddenly goes off in the opposite direction and it appears that he has forgotten all about everything.

I had given up my rupees in India and had only my Mastercard. I thought that would be fine. I was being waited on by this really nice gay guy. I went to pay my bill and they denied my card. I'm thinking, "Oh no"! It didn't occur to me that I had used up my credit limit on my plane ticket and the trip with Gopal and Ramul; the hotel room, the dinner and so on. The bartender smiles at me and says, "No problem, I'll take care of it". It was 17 Euro. Amazing but... now what do I do? I'm in Frankfart with no funds whatsoever. I head over to the airport Sheraton, thinking that I can leave my passport with them until Susanne can help me in the morning. I go to the really unfriendly young lady at the desk and tell her the tale. She says, "Can't help you, we're all booked up". I walk away slightly dejected when this man, also behind the desk but a few meters away, calls me back and says, "We do have another hotel, would you be willing to stay there"? I've called them and it's okay you have no money. My colleague behind you will take you to the car. Someone is coming to get you". This sweet old fellow, Ryan, got me downstairs where this man picked me up in a van. Next thing I know I am ensconced in a really nice room and can order anything I want.

Susanne covers me in the morning and this fellow takes me (I think) to the bus station. I tell him I need to get to the main train station. He instead takes me to the airport station. Susanne has booked a bus for me; much cheaper than a train. Ali, the fellow from the hotel had handed me 20 euro. "For your trip", he said. I only have a sweater on. I didn't want to carry a coat around. It's freezing. I can't find my bus. I go to the tourist help desk and the guy looks on the computer and says, "You go to P-32". I go there and wait for 20 minutes in the freezing cold. My bus never came. I go back to the help desk. The guy says, "Oh, you are in the wrong station. You have to go to the main station but... there is another bus at 1:30". I go to the other station. I walk around in the freezing cold for half an hour but cannot find my bus. As Susanne tells me later, "There is no bus at 1:30". I am about to lose my mind. I'm trembling and shaking and, out of nowhere, I piss my pants. This does not happen to me. If it did, I probably wouldn't tell you (grin). I'm making it to the restroom with my bag in front of me, moving through a sea of people. I change my pants. "God! Why are you doing this to me"?

I go to the DB information desk and tell this man my story. He says, "Come in here" and I go into this heated kiosk, where there are people helping a constant stream of people. There are four captain's chairs. He seats me in the empty one next to him and calls the people at the hotel, where I had been and tells them to come and get me. I sat there for half an hour, with people coming to my window for help and I would point either left or right. Ali shows up to get me and we talk on the way back. I find out he is Iranian and I think, 'Payback for all the nice things I say about them'. This warmth thing happens again and we are like old friends. Susanne straightens it out again and all that day I get to know Ali and his assistant, Eva. She come from Prague. Boy was she nice to me. She said that Frankfart is a terrible place, only about money. We all bond. Ali tells Susanne on the phone that I am a very, very nice man. It was amazing the way he would greet me each time we met. We would hug and smile at each other. Eva called him "chef". I guess he is one. He also cooked at the main Sheraton.

I hardly slept that night, just thinking about everything that had happened. Something definitely happened to me in India and it's still happening The next day he drives me to the train station and gives me a hundred Euro. This time I am going to catch a train. I realize now that I am actually going to make it back. It occurs to me now, at that time, that I really believed I wasn't going to make it. I'm in my comfy seat on the train, I've got a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream that Eva gave me. I'm thinking about what a beautiful human being Ali is and Eva too; meeting them in a town like Frankfart was near miraculous.

I get into the Basel train station and the train is 20 minutes late. Susanne is not there. I go, "Ah Well". I go back into the train station, just standing there, wondering what to do; probably catch the bus I guess. I turn around and Susanne is standing about 20 feet away; "Sorry I'm late". I walked into the house and felt this aura of protection immediately. I had a rough few days, eliminating what had gotten its hooks into me and then it was gone and all is well now. Here I sit writing this; hope you enjoyed it.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: Color Ball by Les Visible♫ It's Changing ♫
'It's Changing' is track no. 5 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'
Lyrics (pops up)

Color Ball by Les Visible

Will now work on getting a radio show out.

Saturday, February 09, 2013

Carry on my Wayward Something or Other

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be noses.

Okay, I've been gone for awhile. God is always working with me and that means putting me thru shit too. What some readers don't get is that means I have to be shaken and stirred and roasted in the crucible of existence. If I was some phony like Mooji or any of the rest of those cats, I could play bad sax for a tone deaf audience... but I don't do that kind of thing.

Some people have been saying some bad things about me. Some of them think this is some kind of comeuppance. If you think this, you don't know me very well and you definitely don't know God or how God operates. How many time do I have to say that EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL and FOR THE PURPOSE OF DEMONSTRATION?

Let me give you some PURPOSE OF DEMONSTRATION. Gopal wanted to take me to this reservoir dam; I had expressed an interest, so it was all set. He said he was bringing some other people. One of them he said was his uncle and one was his brother. We went in to town and picked them up.

Then we drove 30 K, over bad roads and came to this amazing place, with a crocodile farm and homeless, itinerant dogs. What a scene. I know crocodiles. I know why they are here and I know what they can do in the wild. I could tell you stories... but that is for another time.

We get to this location and Gopal tells me this guy is not his brother but his guru and he is 300 years old. Well truth be told, I don't know about that but this guy knew things about me that I never told anyone but... which I do happen to know. He told me this was my last lifetime. How did he know that? I have never told anyone that.

He told me the quality of my thought and what my heart contained. At one point we had gone to an area and to have some drinks; Gopal had brought them. This little puppy came up to me. He could not have been more than 2 months old. I saw him and I wept like a baby and I gave him all my food. There was this guy was sweeping the perimeter and I called him over and I gave him significant rupees and I said we must have food for this dog. He delivered and I sat there and cried while that dog ate and Gopal's uncle put his hand on shoulder and his guru was right there too. His guru has been in my apartment since and he says these things about me but Gopal doesn't get it.

Last night after his guru left, he came back, cause he stays here most nights now and he does have a home. I knew he was hurting inside. See, Gopal has been a serious bad guy in his life. Martial artists always recognize each other. So we talked and I realized he wasn't listening to me. Indians have this way of nodding their heads, no matter what... so I punched him in the heart with real force... but not with my hands and he cried, he broke down. I had to hold him; this hard... hard man, who has done some bad shit. I'm telepathic... it's why we have this resonance; why some of you have even been cured of terminal diseases and you know who you are.

Everything is for the purpose of demonstration. Recently I have had people turn on me. I've had people I trusted believe shit that wasn't true. I'm in no mood to prove it to them, even though I can. They have gotten their reward, or will and what I have gone through recently... FOR THE PURPOSE OF DEMONSTRATION. Do you really think I am that stupid or weak?. I would never have gotten this far. God likes fucking with me (not God actually, he has already apologized about that).

Life is not what you think it is and whatever you think of me. You don't know me, who I actually am or what I do and...I don't care. I will get it done. I will get it done; end of story.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: Songwriter by Les Visible♫ Rocket Ship ♫
'Rocket Ship' is track no. 7 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

Songwriter by Les Visible