Wednesday, May 29, 2013

The Crucible of Karma and the Horn of Plenty.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Greetings! Salutations and genuflections. Memorial Weekend came a week early because (my guess), the corporations did not want people taking an even longer weekend, on the following weekend. Somehow it seems to me, people would have ...but holidays don't mean anything to me workwise so... Whatever.

Now that everything, which gave meaning to the national holidays in America, are long gone, the holidays are meaningless and... the religious holidays offend that microscopic, Jewish minority so... they're toast. They don't want The Cross stealing any thunder from the amusement park Menorah and... there are all those memories of events long past, where those who couldn't have done a particular thing, did a particular thing ...because Jesus was bad for business. That's not the case anymore either.

The gauge on the absurdity meter has gone, 'sprong'! Not a day goes by when events do not consistently surpass previous events, for intensity and hyperbole of raw, stinking bullshit. It can't be much longer now.

These have been trying times for Senor Visible, also known as Count Visible, The Marquis De Visible and, 'that idiot who keeps talking about things I don't understand' (because I am swallowed up in the material darkness of unenlightened self interest?). You know how it goes, it goes. It will be going strong today from my end and I don't want to hear any theories about how 'strong' rhymes with 'sprong' and what the underlying occult meaning of that might be. All I can say is that it has some connection to prime numbers and prime cuts of mystery meat.

Yes, I'm in a good mood and if Michael can forgive a little digression into the personal sphere, by way of, “L'etat c'est moi” and how we are all embodiments of an unhinged diversity, then maybe you'll see this on What Really Happened (grin). I'm in a very good mood at the moment and I'll tell you why, following-

In recent days my 6 year old dog, Poncho Moonlight, had about 40 seizures over a 30 hour span. The vet said, “Ah don't worry about it, unless they are really long intervals, it doesn't matter. I'm no vet but I do possess a modicum of common sense, some amount of reason and a good handle on the exercise of logic. I'm not Aristotle but I am also not Greek either. I know (intuitively) that when there is a relentless series of such events, without nicely spaced intervals of recovery time, that it can be very bad. I took Poncho to the vet and had him put in an induced coma. After about 5 hours they brought him out and I said they should put him right back under for the rest of the day and night. That proved to be a solid decision.

Yesterday I picked him up and he was walking, alert and... strung out, disoriented and a bit of a dingbat. His insecurity level is high and he won't leave me alone. I did not sleep the night while he was in the coma and spent that time communicating with him. You might think this also a bit dingbat but... when he came into the examination room, he bypassed everyone and came right to me, set himself between my legs and looked into my eyes for several minutes and very clearly, in his own way, told me that he knew all about it and thanked me. You would have had to be there. Had you seen the state he had been reduced to, you would have to admit it was all something of a miracle. My control over my emotions was fairly non-existent.

Last night, I also got next to no sleep, as he spent the whole of it trying to burrow into me and that's still going on to the point that I have to close him off in the living room in order to get anything done.

Poncho Moonlight
Poncho Moonlight - Arhooooooooo!

I got a very important message out of all of this. The vet was supposed to call us when he came out of the coma. Susanne was off with her teacher at the other end of town. She was going to call me. She didn't and her cellphone was shut off and stayed off. Around 1:00 PM she came into the house and I asked, “What? What”? She told me he was just fine and we should go get him. I said, “Why didn't you call? I would have wanted to know that”. She said, “I was only going to call if it was bad news”. Huh? (I told her that the last thing I wanted over the phone was bad news (grin)). Anyway... I was sitting here in those waiting hours, thinking that being out of the loop was not a good thing. If I was hearing nothing and couldn't get through it must be bad. Conversely I was very optimistic. I just felt that everything was okay and yet... there was another part of me that expected to hear, “Sorry, we did the best we could”. It turned out that what I was predominantly feeling was correct.

I have had so many things go sideways on me in recent times; twisted betrayals, out of the body experiences, people I was in good and positive communications with from a close at home location, as well as the other side of the world- just sort of disappearing without a word (and much of my future plans resting on them) that... parts of me were losing that faith, which has sustained me through thin and thin for a very long time. I consistently fail to take my own advice. It's the same advice I so liberally dispense (grin) to others. I am learning that I need to apply what I say to myself, instead of just putting it out there, like it wasn't personally relevant to me. It is.

It is pretty amazing, to consider that we have all the answers we will ever need, contained within us ...but we don't trouble ourselves to access them. One of the good things about myself, is that I never stop learning and readjusting myself (reinventing myself, if you will) to the new information. I am never content to let any part of myself rest, as if any of it were no longer in need of revision. I don't know about the rest of you but I spend the majority of my hours engaged in self inquiry. I watch myself like a hawk, only to find that I have to look out for tunnel vision. Thank God for the miner's lamp and the porous state of my parameters.

We need to keep our inner eyes wide open in these times. Things change but we don't see the transitions, if we are too up close to things. I've noted people I felt had cut me off, or compartmentalized me, surreptitiously coming back into a warmer awareness of me. I've noticed people I thought myself very close to and with whom the back and forth had gradually diminished and disappeared, all of a sudden, in an email saying things that made our bond far more intimate and loving than it had appeared to be before. In former times, I might not even have noticed these things. I do now. Never give up on people, or allow paranoia to affect your uninformed view of them. However I may have found myself disenfranchised or dismissed by someone, I never reject them. I know that life can take the most unexpected turns. Sometimes 'things are out for clearance'. This can mean you might have had a dust-up here or there with someone, where the result had a terminal appearance to it but... it was just out for clearance.

We can't learn things about ourselves and others without some amount of conflict and confusion. Life is a testing ground and life on this planet is only that. This is a crucible of Karma. One of the main tenets of Karma is that we have this tendency to accept certain things without question, given our own peculiar dispensation, toward reflexively (however we actually say it) saying, (“Well, that's life, my life anyway”). The crimes we commit against ourselves, as a result of this, is to inhibit the natural and periodic outflow from the horn of plenty. Let us think of it as comparable to downloading something off of the internet. Let's say you're downloading a movie torrent, which, of course, I would never do ...but that SWIF might do. You look at the rate of download, as it moves between a low of 250 to a high of I meg plus and across from that changing number, you see the amount of hours, minutes and seconds remaining. As the rate fluctuates, the time changes, so you can go from 28.5 minutes, right back up to 35 minutes. Time stretches and contracts. Sometimes we have far less time than we thought and then we find we have more time than we expected. There is a lot that can be gleaned from this.

As well as the aforementioned, what we, without inquiry and argument, accept about ourselves, becomes true for the time we hold that belief. It might not be true ...but it appears to be true and it makes it true, contrary to our real potential. There is no reason that we cannot rise to a much higher potential, simply by changing what we formerly believed about ourselves. There are no restrictions except the ones we place on ourselves, often without even knowing we are doing it. There is no reason we can't have an abundance of funds, a secure environment, a successful love life and any number of wonderful friends and experiences, if we would only allow it.

There are trillions of dollars, Euro, Yen and what not in circulation. Some of us think a million dollars is a lot of money. I think it is chump change, relatively speaking. There is no reason we can't have that and more, depending on our capacity to accept the real possibility of it happening. I know where you can buy 70 hectares of beautifully lush and fertile, rich land, with a house and 8 waterfalls, one of them 70 feet high for... 50,000 dollars. I know where you can get somewhat less than that for something less than that. You might have to work to make it hum, like a vibrant cello stroke ...but, given time and consistency of effort, you would, invariably, find yourself very surprised by what you can do, especially if several others are helping you. There are no limits to the wonderful life we can enjoy, if we will only allow for it to happen to us. Among the readers here is cornucopia of talents and abilities. We have Archimedes' lever and we have time enough and world enough. It doesn't matter what the dunderheads are up to. That doesn't apply to us.

If we can consider pooling our resources of heart, mind and imagination, as well as our material assets, we could all be farting through finely woven hemp, indistinguishable from high end Irish linen. Okay, maybe that's a crass image and I am not much given to farting since I happen to, unlike some number of you, actually chew my food (grin) but you get the idea or you don't. I myself know about all kinds of ways to make money ...and... guarantee security in a collective environment. By now it is demonstrably clear to me that many of you do also as well. I'm not asking you to send me money. I'm asking you to creatively imagine with me, right from this moment, about how anything is possible for us. I'd like you to say (rhyming alert), “Fucking A”! I'd like you to hardwire and brand into your mind, the unshakeable conviction that some permutation of what I am saying here, is already a reality on the invisible planes and only needs to precipitate down. I'd like you to imprint, the unshakeable assurance that it's a done deal and all we have to do is walk in the footprints in front of us. I'd like you to become fully you and stop living by the rules and coordinates of fools, who have given so much effort into hemming us into their version. I'm going to do something like this in any case. I never stop in my onward/inward course. Though I be frustrated and hindered in my attempts a thousand times, that makes no matter. I just get right back up again and head on. There seems no good reason why we can't get together on getting it together and enjoying our lives to the fullest, which is impossible without each other, unless you really are some kind of misanthropic, hermit crab.

We've got bee keepers, construction impresarios, architects, cooks, landscape artists and many gardeners. We've got electricians and plumbers and alternative construction and technology experts among the readers. We've got people sitting on millions of dollars (I know this), which is doing them no good and will do even less good when death comes calling and you can't get cheap with death like you can with your money. We've got musicians and dancers, too many poets (grin). We've got yogis and bodyworkers and people with acumen in all sorts of of alternative methodologies. We've even got doctors and lawyers. We got a lot more than this. The collection of marvelous souls, who come here are near unrivaled anywhere else. There is very little we cannot accomplish. There is nothing more fulfilling and life completing than what I am talking about the possibility of here. That should go of like an M-80 in our heads.

If enough of us just say, internally, or go outside the house and shout it into the air, that, “Yeah, this is a good idea, it might need some work ...but we'll fix it in the mix". I have a friend named Wolfgang. He's either in LA or Austria now. He bought something over a hundred acres, on the Hana Highway, a few miles before Hana and built a five million dollar house (you ought to see this thing) almost by himself and put in a concrete driveway of a quarter of a mile long, by himself, by hand. He just went and did it. No doubt he's building something else now. Just imagine what a gang of Wolfgangs could do? He's a very cool guy. I know a lot of very cool and potentially cool people, who just have to wise up to how capable and wonderful they are. Read between the lines here and see if you can catch my drift... before I drift away (cue Dobie Gray).

I think this is a two post day, something is bugging me so... I'll see you over at Smoking Mirrors shortly.



End Transmission.......

Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ Lucky Day ♫
'Lucky Day' is track no. 4 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'

The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible


Anonymous said...

Arrooooh! Greatest of news. Appreciate the pic of Poncho - seems a nice fella. Pomeranian and JackRussel-roots I guess.
...and you hear me say "Fuckin A"

Visible said...

He's a Spitz.

Visible said...

I just want to say what a wonderful person Sim is. The blogs look as they do because of him and daily he comes up with some enterprising or innovative thing that just makes all of my efforts better. He is the unsung hero here and often the 'wind beneath my wings'.

He is tireless and unflagging in his help and support of me and a true friend who is not ever swayed by negative efforts, launched against me by reprehensible, small minded paranoids who have tried to manipulate him to my detriment.

I can't say enough good about the man. He's been there and been there for me and I want everyone to know that things would not be nearly so effective as they are without him. God bless him!

the gardener said...

I've had the pleasure of meeting and helping out a few new dogs lately. Nothing like a doggy grateful grin for just the easy (for us) task of unwinding their ties that bind or refilling the old water bowls eh?

One beautiful spaniel boy has his family in great distress and change-the mom went blind off the wall and into the hospital diagnosed with the serious stuff. His master boy love seriously engaged with self to the degree that this pup's only job was to absorb as much pain and suffering from his humans as possible.

Many people do not understand how much our loved pets absorb our sufferings along with our joy and happiness. They are in such attached connection with us heart, mind and body-probably can smell each change of emotion in us before we are even aware of them ourselves.

They heal US when they come and stick their heads between our knees.

I got this sweet lonely scared dog to sit for some serious scratching and he immediately went into full grounding position, on his back-feet up in doggy surrender (to us) position. I told him what was going on in his own household and it took a few times but he got it and was relieved that he was safe and cared for during this stressful time for him and his people.

That and his boy getting a disciplined kick to his butt to 'walk him long time 3x a day' was the therapy they both needed. Joining that boy duo on one of the walks and getting stopped in our actions by a long resting train allowed pup to show off to our amusement his newest act-sliding down a short embankment head first down to the shallow ditch. hmmm "like he's repeatedly rebirthing himself" I thought. We all laughed at his fun new thing, other dogs just paying attention to their own plates...eating grass, sitting being petted... that was full moon Friday-storms were coming, lightning flashing all around us-saved by a friend who came and picked us all up-3 and 3... my idea of heaven.

the gardener

Meant to just say a thanks to Sim for all his works behind the doors making sure Vis' works get to us all. Thank you Sim. <3

elussivebutterfly said...

Ah, what a joy to see Poncho Moonlight! What a lil treasure! With you all the way FUCKIN A!!


Anonymous said...

Interesting timing; you've been promoting yurts for a long time. Lo and behold...

I've also been saying for several years now (out loud) "I want my earth back".


Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

To be Versed in Putinography and Relative Affairs (not affairs with relatives).

Anonymous said...

Dear Viz and All,

For me the collective possibility most likely to work well is contained in the novel, Ecotopia by Ernest Callenbach. IMHO. The internal combustion engine was a severe wrong turn and must be consigned to the dustbin (except for logging trucks, grin). The undergrounded streams must be all brought back up for the delight of all. SW USA is self-sustaining, best food and weather (in a large-area collectivist sense). Those who require the internal combustion engine will have to leave and good riddance. If they cannot see what that loud, foul-smelling, filthy contraption is and does, they will not understand the need for truth, beauty and goodness. The demons chose that engine purposely to profit from the filthy oil they possess and to pollute our lives. They replaced the lovely trolleys with horrible busses. We must all hope for this Ecotopia and work to produce it, even if only in our hearts and minds. A coming home of the spirit, together, a drum circle. Beads and feathers, giant redwoods, walkin' with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay, the last manzanita of its kind alone in the Presidio. Lake Tahoe is blue again.



Visible said...

Hey Gardener! Glad to hear from you in your new locale and you are SPOT ON about dogs absorbing such things. Susanne is often at pains to remind me of this and it is a fact I have been aware of for a long time.


I could feel how you meant all of that while reading your comment Stephanie and all the rest of you. You're the finest bunch of readers and full on equals that it has ever been my pleasure to encounter and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.


Thanks Sim indeed! He's a real jewel.

Anonymous said...

Hi Vis

Thanks for this wonderful and uplifting post. Lately I am always thinking "how can I get out of here (US), stop being a drone for some company and really live my life? I'm beginning to believe this is possible even for me, and that means starting to really live in this moment and allowing myself to receive blessings in my life. Unfortunately I have a good deal of negative programming to overcome, but everything and anything is possible.

I'm very happy and thankful that Poncho's doing better. Wonderful news.

Anonymous said...

Way to go Poncho!!!! :)

And way to go Vis!!! You take great care of that doggie and did way right by him. I quite sure he takes great care of you. I love it!

And count me in on visualizing and allowing the good things in life to finally appear. Why not, what are we waiting for!!! We can do it!!!

Jim in FL

Visible said...

Right on brother! If I've learned anything from doing this thing I do here, it is how critically important each and everyone of us is, as an integral part of the whole. I got a literal avalanche of emails this evening that seriously blew my mind and then hearing from people like Kenny over at Mirrors just makes my whole face break with a smile.

There are a few people for whom I have tremendous admiration and Kenny is right there at the top of the list. There's a guy who definitely does not get the recognition he deserves but he will.

It's like hearing from Patrick Willis for whom I have a respect and admiration that words are inadequate to express. It continues to dawn and dawn on me that I am starting to feel that way about an ever greater number of people. The potential I see here fills me with awe.

And man, when I read things like this, "And count me in on visualizing and allowing the good things in life to finally appear. Why not, what are we waiting for!!! We can do it"!!! I know somebody got every bit of the essence of what I was trying to say.

Now, if only someone would give Sim a million dollars I would feel like the true world of our collective future has suddenly appeared on the horizon line (grin).

Boy am I up this evening. A few days ago I had a very grim conversation with my superiors. I won't go into what I said but... apparently a council was held and decisions were made that have altered my whole existence. I was told that it was spot on what I said, regardless of the content because someone had been asleep at the switch.

Changes have been made. There's no discounting what I am feeling and it is being reflected in all those emails and other things. It's undeniable. I was told to expect it to increase by the day. Outrageous, finally. Course I got that other shoe dropping thing but somehow I get the feeling it's legit this time and it's hitting a great many other people at the same time. I'm hearing about it.

Some of this shit went on for so long that I kind of got complacent about it just being one long gray train, into an endless chiaroscuro mist. The new sunlight seems and feels like a foreign object. That's how long it's been since I've seen daylight (grin). Of course the result is that I'm writing new songs like no tomorrow. Reeled in two more today. Composing tunes is always a sign of my being in sync with the whole. It's been 7-8 years since I've done anything in that neighborhood.

My guitar has been sitting on it's stand for years. Now it's in my hands every day. it's taking a while for it to come back but... It's coming.

Geez, I'm tripping on a tangent. Better go. Thanks for the good words and for setting me off (grin)

Anonymous said...

too many poets ?

not possible

we're all poets

in our deepest hearts


as you pound a nail

or turn a wrench

focus on an inner sense

exactly the force needed

no more, no less = success


same with others, a gentle nudge

is all that is needed at any time

a heartfelt dance, a song in unison

may you find reason within a rhyme

Visible said...

I consider all tool and die guys to be poets. And, of course I was being, or attempting to be humorous.

Carolina said...

Vis - so glad to hear Poncho is ok! Love the pic! I've had my chihuahua for going on ten years now, I get it. She speaks volumes to me when she stares into my eyes so intently. I have been dreaming alot lately of being in a foreign country, somewhere so different. I know I belong somewhere else, and I know the means to travel are on the way. Thanks for helping me to stay steady on my path. :)

PSO said...

Visible said...

I consider all tool and die guys to be poets. And, of course I was being, or attempting to be humorous.
Thursday, May 30, 2013 12:49:00 AM

Vis, you're really good at being femorous too, especially when doing comedy with Boner, the one eyed man.

-Surfer Joe

PSO said...

Damn Visiable Lord, Ia m trired, really tired. I forgot the appropriate smilee that let's public know, hey -it's just a little fun in here is all.


Glad poncho saw your need.
hang in there budster.
though brother forsake me, and the rain may touch me,
but can I touch the rain? GL

zepheri said...

Go machiventa
bikes to the moon
armstrong economics
vroom vroom boom broom

having tobroat

Visible said...

Well PSO, I was wondering about how to take that. Glad you cleared it up. As you are a long time poster I let you through out of respect.

Sidebar; I do not let my dick talk for me. If it appears sometimes that I am being too cozy with or about someone, it is because I am feeling genuine human emotion. I probably should not have raised Kenny to deity status. He is very modest and couldn't be comfortable with what I said ...but I meant every word. I think very highly of him and last night I let my inner self fly.

Truly amazing things are happening to me right now. The whole course of my life changed tracks in the last few days and my heart was filled with love last night, in a way I have not felt in a long time, so I just let it out.

I guess I can go back to my restrained professionalism (grin) at any point. Right now I want to dig this wonderful groove. I would share some of the details but they are too out there for now. Maybe in hindsight I can say something and I should definitely let a few more days go by to see how enduring and real this is and hopefully not just a temporary patch of sunlight I happen to be standing in.

Anonymous said...

Hey Vis!

I just e-mailed you a wonderful account of Meher Baba doing His Universal Work with a particular dog - "Warrior" - now buried at Meherabad in India, down the hill from Meher Baba's tomb...

Hope you see & read it!

theInvertedPope said...

When you write about all the mayhem out there,you comfirm my worst suspicions and unease. When you writeabout the poitive, hey,i stick out my thumb and wanna hitch a lift on that boat. Both perspectives are good. I am paying more heed to dreamscapes.
Lately, they have taken on a certain hue as sceptism is shelved, and wonderful optimism is embraced. They almost had me dancing that jig but im now hip to their jive:). The questions that have no answer in this sanitised reality can be gleaned in the mind. I dreamt this, experiernced that, fine tuned these and satisfied, i awoke. Just waiting on the results now.

Em (M. Rocknest) said...

I don't know anything about anything but I thought Poncho would do his best for you and he met both my hopes and my expectations. Very good news! Loved the photo of Poncho's happy Spitzy face.

PSO said...

Hi Visible, yes, of course you should know I am one of your allies and would NEVER attack you like a coward publicly- as some do, and I hold you in high esteem and regard, it is just an honest evaluation of my feelings for you here. I have a list of the people I would most like to visit before I accept my death. You are on this short list because you have helped me discern between what is actually important -and which is left over dross for the fire. I don't want happy, happy, joy, joy mind numbing -yet fluffy and soft and packaged just right at $19.95 per dick, platitudes. I want the raw. I want the unedited footage. I want the honest brutal cold naked oftentimes PAINFUL truth -one sentence at a time.

Make no bones about it brother. I count myself fortunate to have found you and blessed that I can still glean insights and understandings from what you offer -in the way you offer it.

Too many times I wrestle with some thing in my mind. I cannot figure out what it is. Then I come to the recent blog post of yours and it is answered- usually in spades.
Your blogs are the ONLY ONES that transmit in this manner. Supernaturally -it is accomplished.
Supernaturally, it is revealed.

i therefore can attest that your invisible Friends reach out over the distances and even the most dense of fools, such as myself -is deemed important enough to get an answer... I am in awe usually.

So Visible, if I ever post here and it causes you to get angry at me, I can 100% say with certainty, you read it correctly, I just failed to get my point across.
Thanks for the benefit of the doubt and not lashing out on me. You are 100% fallible, like the rest of us -yet it is not fallacy if the message is distorted. I shall try more an effort from now on to give a clean undistorted message. I suffer the same problem even in person. My tone of voice and body language betrays my heart. I've always been misunderstood this way, yet maybe it can be helped. Maybe I can improve myself? I will try harder my friend.
Peace to you brother ;-)
patrick- west ky, us of dead.




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