Monday, April 01, 2013

Feeding off of the Hydrolyzed Fat of The Golden Calf

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

There is so much spinning and spiraling in the unmanifested atmosphere. The lower astral is pregnant with pending forms. They are looming and the hard news is that as long as things like this are going down in broad daylight, something has to give. At one side of the economic spectrum, there is a simmering, festering stew of resentment and rage. At the other side of the economic spectrum there is a rush to embrace the Satanic Schematic, as those living off of the hydrolyzed fat of The Golden Calf, stuff their cheeks like deranged squirrels who cannot possibly get enough and wind up looking like that guy from “Thinner”.

As you watch this whole sorry spectacle unravel there are all kinds of perspectives available to you. You can take it at face value; not a good idea. You can take it according to what's in it for you; not a good idea ...because, 'what's in it for you' is not going to be pretty. You can take it from the POV of the people telling you what's going on and what you should do. In that case you should just go ahead and kill yourself. It will be quicker. You can rest assured in whatever the varieties of indecipherable scripture tell you is going to happen and maybe you're right and maybe you're not, or you can step away from the whole preposterous mindfuck and find yourself some kind of shelter from the storm, both internal and external and that will be dependent (for success) upon how real your connections and associations are. Even the seemingly solid and reliable can lose their lunch under the weight and force of unexpected pressures. If you're not hooked up to what is real, then the unreal is going to protect its status and existence in your world. Only the real can render the unreal into harmless confetti, dispersed by the wind.

I hate to hammer the same points over and over but the reality is, if you are clinging to, or attached to, the unreal, you're in possession of a legitimate ticket for the final voyage aboard The Ship of Fools. It's one thing to dance and prance and perambulate through the temporary and ever changing foliage of the impermanent; so long as you know it for what it is. Then it's merely Lila and you've got your eye on what's real. Otherwise it's a locked down labyrinth and you got nothing but time.

Short of having a guide, you're terminally short of an exit strategy. The one thing every focused entity must possess, is a deep and operative awareness of their own limitations. You have to realize the restrictions on your bandwidth. What you see is not what is. What you see is a projection of the mind based upon an imperfect and partial awareness of its situation. When you know that you don't know, you are in a position to be informed. You can be guided along the right course, instead of being bewildered by an endless panorama of choices; door number one, door number two, door number 86? Get your kicks on Route 666.

I study myself, while I study the conditions, present and on the way. I hear the call to bail now and find myself where I already intend to go, simply earlier than planned. That smacks of panic, mixed with a measure of good sense. I don't do panic. That smacks of a lack of faith ...and that... will definitely render one into a crash test dummy. One has to rest assured that they are right where they belong until it is made abundantly clear that steps need to be taken. I try to monitor my 24 hour hotline. The upper astral ticker tape, scrolls by, ♫should I stay or should I go♫?

I just finished watching that load of unhappy horseshit called “Olympus has Fallen”. Interesting how they got North Korea featured in there, in light of all the hoopla and uproar taking place, in relation to a major uptick in sword rattling there. I had to put a tight hold on my gag reflex, when the President of the Compromised, Israeli-Owned States of America gave his stirring speech about greatness and God Bless America at the end of the film. If God intends to bless America then he had better throw the switch that opens the kennels of the demon eating dogs, cause there is a serious, verminous plague of soul eating golems loose in the heartland.

Monsanto has killed the honeybee population. This is intentionally designed for population reduction, as well as for maximizing profits on all remaining foodstuffs. It's going on right in front of you. Meanwhile, the majority of you are being lulled into an extended (perhaps not so extended) slumber by transparent lies of this nature, while Frackers R Us do their Crazy Eddie thing on the New Madrid fault line.

I know there's a bleed off of the blogs into each other these days. That's intentional. If this leads to a slight coarsening of Origami and an etherealization of the other two well, times change and so then must needs and necessities. We're finally on the verge of whatever it is we're been on the approach to for ever so long.

There's one thing to keep in mind and that is that TPW are at war with each other and they can't effectively oppress us and fight off each other at the same time. They've got a bigger problem than that though. They have awakened an invisible fury and against that they have no defenses. The forces latent within us, are every bit as powerful as the forces outside of us and- in some cases- greater. This makes for all sorts of interesting possibilities because the bad guys have summoned up something they never wanted to see ...within them, As I've said, in other ways many times ...and others, in greater positions of authority than myself have said;

“Those who would take over the earth
And shape it to their will
Never, I notice, succeed.
The earth is like a vessel so sacred
That at the mere approach of the profane
It is marred
And when they reach out their fingers it is gone.
For a time in the world some force themselves ahead
And some are left behind,
For a time in the world some make a great noise
And some are held silent,
For a time in the world some are puffed fat
And some are kept hungry,
For a time in the world some push aboard
And some are tipped out:
At no time in the world will a man who is sane
Over-reach himself,
Over-spend himself,
Over-rate himself”.

This sutra is taken from the ultimate guide book. If you can't find direction from any number of departure routes indicated therein, you're not looking very hard. It's one thing to look hard and another thing to look long. Apparently you need both.

As you can tell, I am fond of that particular sutra. The truth is that I am fond of all of them. I hope you will become fond of them too. When it starts to get crazy ...and it will, a lot is going to depend on what you are made of. It's all going to depend on what you have made out of yourself on your way to whatever confronts you and that will vary, depending on how many suitcases you have in the trunk of your car.

Once TPW start looting people's bank accounts, it's only a matter of time before the S. hits the fan. We've got that and more. Hopefully you know what steps to take on the behalf of those you love and yourself. Posting from the fringes for as long as that remains possible.

End Transmission........

Visible sings: Walk Across the Bridge by Les Visible♫ Walk Across the Bridge ♫
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Visible said...

Funny how I would say this- "Posting from the fringes for as long as that remains possible" and then run into all kinds of problems with Google and Blogger so that I couldn't get this posting up for some time. I finally managed through a tedious workaround; so it goes.

Richard said...

Mas and Mas Visible

What a wonderfully appropriate sutra, synchronistic for all of us. Indeed there is some urgency to get to where one needs to be in a 'short' period of time.

Yet seeing Mevlana's tomb, from across the garden, and breathing the 'field', the urgency is lessened, yet...yet...
Thank you again for broadcasting from the hinterlands.

Be Well, Be Alert

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

"Simple and to the Point"

"It is necessary at the outset to caution the reader against the theory of vox dei vox populi. (Latin aphorism: "The voice of the people is the voice of God." A Vaishnava has nothing to do with vox populi. Our only concern is with Vox dei. Vox populi is not vox dei, but vox dei should be vox populi.

PSO said...

The last and hardest obstacle to willingly let go of -is my -daughter.
Yet I let her go, because she does not belong to me; she is not some of my property or my property. She loves me deeply which supplies the strength to let her go.
I love her deeply which gives me the courage to let her go.
How ironic it all is.

I despise this world, yet love my self.
How contradictory this place is.
How very hard it is here.

The last thing I must teach her is to be able to let me go.

It is the way of life

Thank you Visible for your continued efforts of which without -I surely would not have ventured further, traveled deeper, nor sojourned as long, and with such great companions.

My earlier comment about shills was inappropriate and I will refrain next time. I am sorry for it. It merely reflects back to me my own vulnerability[ or lack of faith, whichever one wishes to call it].

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

I'm surprised the bank runs haven't started already. Are that few people paying attention? Or are they happening sans media coverage? I'm expecting Corne Bayou to blow its top any day now, as well.

I sense I'll be HOME before year end, and that's a welcome change from this disgusting realm. The cats seem to know it, and hopefully we'll all be taken at the same time. The one I have the strongest psychic connexion to is more affectionate than ever, and I actually came pretty close to losing him to rhinotracheitis when he didn't eat anything for about 2 weeks a few months ago. I should have seen if he'd eat vanilla ice cream, but I didn't think of it at the time, but at least he's still with me. All 5 of the cats are acting more snuggly in these times.

Living in the Bay Area should be real interesting in the coming couple of months. We even have an earthquake fault down the hill, about a kilometre away. Me thinks I'll be having a bit of fun real soon.

Anonymous said...

pierre said..

along the lines of Douglas Adam's Hitchikers guide to the galaxy, the answer to life the universe and well, everything was 42.

So get you due on Route 42.

(but what is the question was the joke).

On how the unconscious mind can work Jung a favorite example of the mountaineer who took more and more risks who, it turned out, harboured a latent suicide bent. though if that works for psycopaths and lizards I know not.

reading Manly P Halls book now, the druid first levels had to memorise 10,000 paragraphs. that Lao Tsu's there is my favorite but I can only read it and remember the ghist of it (the climate is warm here and i have no pockets ), and relating to it as for the first time as it is re-membering - what is already there in this mind and cosmically true and eternal.

hammer away and call this fan pinhead, it's what is on the inside that counts.

niijii said...

Mother Earth being raped makes the Lakota blood in me boil.

Yesterday I went to my special place where the trees whisper and the birds sing to me. It sounded like the 4th of July. Rapid fire gunshot sounds coming from all directions. More bullets than brain cells around here, or maybe it's a new holiday tradition. I must of tripped into the twilight zone because "The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street" was all I could think about.

That sutra was spoken to me many times in different words.
Don't bite off more than you can chew.
Pay as you go.
Stuff your pride and be happy, were the words I heard. Maybe I'm not crazy after all.

In case the lines go down I want you and the crew to know that I very much appreciate your otherworldliness. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

check out this vid regarding radiation on hawaii. go to minute 32-36

thom j

JerseyCynic said...

hmmm -- my limits? lots at the moment. I suppose when I'm able to gather these supplies, I'll run for the hills? nah -- I want to see the shit hit the fan with my own eyes. I've got some good feelings about how it will all play out. I see everybody waking up all at once and just doing what needs to be done -- what ever that may be.

I find this doom and gloom unappealing now.

"…he says buy a farm you can tend to yourself way out in the boondocks. And protect it with high voltage fences, barbed wire, booby traps, military weapons and Dobermans. (August 2010)

Thus, as howling mainstream media pundits will point to Faber’s “turn” on gold as evidence that this relic is no longer worthy of investment, understand that Faber’s ideas cannot be summed up in a single sound bite.

We are dealing with a large scale global collapse that will affect every single person on this planet.

It’s going to be violent, and as Faber notes, may involve a downed electricity grid, poison in our water supplies, dirty bombs and a crash of the internet infrastructure......."

insiam said...

Anyone that is familiar with 'Tragedy and Hope' may consider that - as with all empires - the west is in a rapid state of decay. (over - finished - history)

All empires have folowed the same path. Decay being the final stage. The rest of the world will decay as quick as it grew. Far quicker than the west - but a little later.

This cycle is, it seems a somewhat natrual phenomena which has always and will always result in the same outcome.

The ptw are simply crisis managers (not that the minion politico's understand this). Those that understand the history know what lies ahead and are looting what they can in hope of saving themelf's. Others are looting just because they are looters.

All those underground bases, seed bank, black money (trillions - didnt just disssapear), etc are all for a purpose. Russia is prepaired for the final show. Seems there best are having their final R&R as we speak.

Most Americans and Brits (westerners in general) are clueless. They are already meantaly and phisically decayed. Not so with the Russians and Chinese. Thye are fit, conditioned, and politically aware.

Whatever you make from that, the west is being looted and those doing the looting have a place to run. Maybe they will simply move to the east after recieving their Герой Российской Федерации - as it seems they have done a good job for those we are taught to think would actually destroy our western ways. Conspiracy theory - yes (my own). Possible???

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

Step on the Gas and Save your Ass.

the gardener said...

@Pierre's "along the lines of Douglas Adam's Hitchikers guide to the galaxy, the answer to life the universe and well, everything was 42."

My number thing kicked in and '2013' is 24 so maybe here in backward's land that is relevant?

the gardener

Anonymous said...

pierre said....

you get a whole lot more on highway 24.

Manly P Halls book has Abraxas as numerically adding up to 365 . another word did to from the Mysteries.

personally in another galaxy, in another dimension far far away, where these things don't add up, they have their own measure of their yes and their no.

love is all, the rest is, maybe , interesting.

wv: theTash . out demons, out.

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

Man with no Heart, Wishes for a Brain.

wiggins said...

I think it was Einstein who said: "When the Bee population are extinct, then humans will follow four years after."

neal said...

Heh. Reading the gardener's post, a knock on the door.

Federal tax return check, laying here, $2442.00

You guys crack me up, the machinery around here is just begging for repairs, and so it goes.



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