Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
A tired and bedraggled Visible arrived back at the hacienda a couple of days ago. Susanne stayed until Monday. Mr. Visible found himself in a position similar to Roberto Duran, throwing up his hands and saying “No mas, no mas”. There is probably some debate going on somewhere as to whether he actually meant, “No mass, no mass”, in case a funeral became necessary, following his match with Sugar Ray Leonard, who was to boxing what Manitas de Plata (little silver hands) is to flamenco. My opinion is that Cassius Clay had the fastest hands I've ever seen, though I've heard it said that Mike Tyson (no relation to Tyson chicken products), could throw 2 punches in under a second. Still, physics says that the smaller weight classes would have the quicker punches, given what physics would say on the matter; digressing before there is even something to digress from, Or maybe not).
Anyway, the presently, very weary, Lords Visible had a good time, bobbing and weaving through the mix. We went a day early for the festivities, which is something different for me. Every time before, we went the day of the fire. The fire was exquisite like it always is. Beno, his son Adam, along with Waldemal and others, did a bang up job, as usual. Beno is a very gifted artist, who works with a chainsaw. Even though Mr. Visible had his camcorder with him, he failed to take a single picture or to record a single event; spaced out entrepreneur that he is. Thankfully others did these things but weren't around for Mr. Visible's extemporaneous collaboration with the French guitar player. We will stop not doing that in the future and... once I can get pics emailed, I will post them in a coming Origami.
We danced and sang to the drums of a tight knit group of percussive hands, presided over by the maestro, Coren Fischer. Earlier we had engaged in a very rewarding tandem of myself and said French guitarist (name unknown but that is typical of me probably “Pierre”-grin). We'll fix it in the mix down the road. It felt great to cut loose after some number of years not doing so, from a lack of ability to see the opportunities. I was invited to stay and perform, but I was that dog poet tired that I didn't figure I'd be much good, had I done so.
These events are attended by a very high quality of human being Given the people who put it on, Beno, Karen and their extended family, it's a logical presumption that those attending would possess the same class and generous open heartedness. People come from nearly anywhere, so you get a polyglot of languages and lifestyles. Some number of them were very interested in coming to see whatever results from Mr. Visible's potential migration to South America. It looks like the general interest, generated by this happening is going to result in a good number of people, giving consideration and scrutinizing the consideration of their own migration as well. We appear to be not lacking in a cadre of very talented individuals, in all sorts of fields of expression. Should it be good to go and gone, it should prove rewarding and very successful. We have available, around 150 hectares, or 425 square acres, for the ridiculously low price of around a hundred thousand dollars. This includes various sized streams, with a number of waterfalls; a pristine environment with a 365 day growing season. One of our fantastic readers, is our liaison to this potential wonderland, for all kinds of good and productive ventures. I hope any readers, possessing the requisite humanity and a desire to relocate, will consider collaborating with me on a collective purchase of this land. I'll be headed there in a few months and you can give it a looksee too, or simply contemplate the video tour and voice over that will be the predicted fruit of this effort. Hopefully it will be both interesting and amusing. I'm in no position to provide lodging but I'm sure a tent and basic accessories, might possibly be possible, or other options. Since I've never been and don't know what is or is not there; like Edward Snowden (grin), I can't speak to anything besides the likely potentiality that I will be there (or be square).
Things are seriously heating up in the world so... one can surely wonder what world there will be in a few months. I have this overwhelming sensation that life as we know it will change this year. It will never be the same again, as it never was after Israel did 9/11. This time though, I think it will be exponential by comparison. For those paying attention, which is not, by any stretch, the majority of us; 50% of us are just trying to survive from one day to the next. We forget this reality, not being exposed to it (most of us, anyway). However, increasingly, in America and other places, once known as The First World, you can see it appearing on the sidewalks and streets of most urban terrains. It's truly disturbing. With that, is coming a serious increase in crime and the main cause of the new crime epidemic is illegal immigration. This is not by accident. This is by design. It may be hard to accept that The Satanic Elite, would actively pursue a country destroying policy like this but... they are. A total Nodwell/Nimrod, first name Traceeey or something like that, took me to task for the use of the word 'illegal'. This is the kind of uninformed, politically correct ignorance that is possibly the greatest danger to civilization that there is. These incestuous and insular brain dead, live in a world cushioned from reality by privilege and denial. They truly believe that embracing the most liberal and unregulated policies, is somehow going to insure a greater pervasiveness of democratic principles around the world. They never tumble to the fact that Political Correctness, is a direct offspring of Marxism. The moment someone opens their mouth around me and begins spouting that 'all inclusive' multicultural nonsense, it impacts on my system like rap music and I literally have to flee the room, or wherever it is happening to anywhere that is far from there.
I'm lucky in that neither of these things show up in any way where I can't change the channel immediately and where I seldom encounter it in any case. Some how there is a magnetic, same pole, repulsion, that keeps us at a remove from each other. I thank my lucky stars that the cosmos has seen fit to isolate me, from the general idiocy and mayhem ,of the programmed and brainwashed. When present, however rarely, it impinges on me like a tedious and stupor inducing Chinese water torture. I consider it the cultural equivalent of carbon monoxide poisoning. This is one of the reasons that I reflexively reject nearly every philosophy and creed without thought. My theory is that whatever is valid, will show up regardless of my rejections and I will know it is valid by its unique ringtone.
Personally, I am about to embark on the greatest, sweeping changes in my life, such as has not occurred in decades. In all of our lives there comes these moments when we have finally arrived at a place where we can let all number of things fall away and fade away. A good sign of this pending, is when various things begin to occur all on their own. It's then that you know you have the cosmic wind at your back and will not be struggling against those retarding counter forces, whose presence are usually an indication that it's not time yet. That is a problem for so many of us. We are unhappy with ourselves and we want to be different. We rail against our shortcomings and limiting energies that are always going counter to what we believe we really want. We can't understand why it is so hard to change; why it seems impossible to change, as we keep sliding back down the slippery slope, into the grasping hands of the past.
I'll never forget what Guru Bawa said to me some decades ago, when I told him I wanted to surrender. He said, “No, not you, you do not surrender. You fight and fight and fight and when you can no longer fight, then you surrender”. Yikes! Still, it has proven to be true. When I was in one of the most desperate situations of my life, a friend of mine, the artist, Michael Green, went to Bawa and told him about my situation. Bawa said, “Oh, he'll be fine, he has just chosen another path”. Though I was generally persona non grata at the ashram, along with Kenny O'Brien, Bawa was always gracious to me and said things to me that he never said to anyone else. This also was the source of a great deal of resentment toward me. Some of that has not changed till this day. Some of us are just meant to be controversial and polarizing. It doesn't matter what we do, or how important harmony with our surroundings might be to us and for me that is possibly my most important drive; for some of us, none of this matters. We are what we are and conditions are what they are and... for reasons, often unknown to us, we operate in an environment of conflict generation and conflict resolution, in pursuit of an end to them. For some of us, tempering and refining in the crucible of experience is how it is. Some of us don't seem to need this, or, in too many cases, it won't do any good anyway. The one thing any sane person should fear above all, is when the ineffable pays no attention to you, good or bad. That means you've been given up on for the purpose of this lifetime. That would make me tremble with fear, yet, yet... for many, they are quite content to be left on their own and not interfered with by some annoying invisible force.
It is true that for some small number of us, an epiphany can occur that irrevocably reshapes our world forever. I imagine there are some who wait upon this. That is not a good game strategy. Regardless of setbacks and failures, it is the slow and steady persistence that wins to the goal. This can and does make up for all manner of weaknesses and inconsistencies. No truer words have ever been spoken; “If you don't give up, you cannot fail”. That is something to keep in mind, especially in those times when all the world seems gray and threatening. The news is not good; the Zionist orchestrated war against Syria is looming. The economic collapse is now in progress; the duct tape no longer holds. The dick (head) tator in chief is getting hammered with exposures of criminal behavior and outright treason. The public around the world is revolting;. This all indicates the certainty of false flags and wider war on both foreign and domestic fronts. Madness is afoot but... if you have not gone mad, chances are you will remain on your feet. Let's hope so.
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