Thursday, June 13, 2013

The Pekingese Personality and the Kingdom of Time.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Earlier this morning I saw a link to an article from The Rebel.org titled, “Forget the B.S. Stories about Snowden”. It was on What Really Happened. It said that all the questions about Snowden were garbage and it gave kinda, sorta, plausible explanations for what we would have had questions about, concerning Snowden. It further stated that his first name wasn't even Edward, it was Eric. It wouldn't load and now it loads so... maybe you see it and maybe you don't. These are strange days and... getting stranger.

This is also Origami, so... maybe we don't need to talk about any of that because... some permutation or another of this sort of thing is ALWAYS going on. You get your head stuck into the world's business and it's not much different than having your head stuck up your ass. It looks the same. It smells the same and both places are easily as dark. Both places are easily as toxic and, depending on your diet, both places can be hard and painful to get out of, which infers that the process can be time consuming as well.

The easiest way to come to terms with the world, is not to come to terms with it at all. The world doesn't play fair. If you don't comprehend that at this point, you will at a later date. It's that dancing with the devil thing. In the beginning, it doesn't seem to be any problem to keep up with the pace of the music. Later on it gets harder and harder to keep up. Why is that? Did the music get faster, incrementally over time, or did you get slower? Possibly the mire you were dancing in, got deeper and thicker. That's a given characteristic of the dynamic and it doesn't change. The scenery changes. The personnel changes, or seems to and... that's another feature of the whole routine; “it's the same thing only different”. It's kind of how 'the good old days' got to be 'the good old days'. For those who were standing there at the same age and place you are now standing in, those were not 'the good old days'. The good old days for them were back about the same distance as they are for you now.

This is something that happens in life to most everyone. The time comes when you spend more time looking back than looking ahead. You want to stay forever young? Don't look back. You're not going to see anything the way it was anyway. You're going to see things filtered through selective memory, adapted to the needs of the personal self. We vividly remember events that took place, with people who no longer remember us. Somewhere there are people remembering us and we have no idea who they are or were anymore. Many of us vividly remember things that didn't even happen. They're all part of the myth we created, about where we've been and what we've done.

The bar-stools of the world are filled with people telling tales about themselves, selling themselves through tall tales, because they don't feel valuable or important enough, based on the actual truth about themselves. Why does this happen and why is it a concern? After all, in a world of lies, lies are the currency of the world; that sentence is fraught with deep meaning (grin). If people knew who they were, they would have no need to lie, because no lie, no matter how outrageous or spectacular, comes close to what is latent within us. We are potentially so much more than we can even guess at. This is what makes the whole thing so tragically ironic. We sell out to the lowest bidder. We trade off what is priceless for what is worthless. This is the demonstrated evidence of collective insanity, in a mutual conspiracy, of socially accepted ignorance and silence; but you wouldn't notice, with all of them chattering like magpies. The silence is only the silence bestowed upon the forbidden subjects, ♫Rock the boat, don't rock the boat, baby♫. I know this up close and personal because of the shunning mechanism among my peer group; euphemistically speaking.

This is what it's like, living in the age of enlightenment, where so many have supplanted the primary well, with a personal septic system; the glorification of the Pekingese Personality, above the originating principle. The operative protocol, is to not make any mention of the ineffable, because it makes you look weak and unnecessarily dependent, on something that others can't see or taste or touch. This kind of thing makes all the (self) important people uncomfortable and... when you are not part of any organized system of belief, none of them are going to get all warm and fuzzy about you either.

Point of order; two selfs receive mention here. One is singular and one is 'legion'.

Truth is not sitting in at the weekly poker game. Truth is playing solitaire. Truth doesn't care because it's not going anywhere. Everything else is going somewhere in the Kingdom of Time. Everything else goes somewhere for awhile and then somewhere else after. Everything else and everyone else, is in a state of near endless migration, from one port of call to another, morphing from shape into shape, reincarnating with the requisite adjustments in consciousness, having to do with that particular shape. The Truth experiences nothing of this. The Truth just waits and of course it puts off a glow, in the unlikely event that someone is disposed to show an interest in it. This doesn't happen very often and most of the time if it does happen, it doesn't last very long, for reasons as old as the hills that life takes place in the shadow of. I don't think I need to go into it again. It's all been said before.

The truth is immortal and most everything else is temporary. The truth is self contained and sustained by the self and it gazes inward upon its own reality, indifferent to the storms and changes that come and go around it. It is not dependent on anything outside of itself. It is, like love, far far more than can ever be said about it and regardless of the degree of one's experiences of either, the endless depths and reaches of the two, have never been fully explored, or experienced by anyone and never will be, not ever. There is an unspeakable beauty to this and for those who have had some small taste of it, there is nothing else that can ever satisfy them again.

People don't come up to you and stick a wad of folded bills in your pocket because you told the truth. They don't ask you to speak at ceremonial dinners, or those charitable front, social clubs, if they think you're going to tell the truth. You do not get put on any payroll, anywhere, for the purpose of telling the truth. You do however, get paid big money to lie and even bigger money to stretch the truth, in such a way that it resembles the truth, enough to pass for the truth, according to the 'close enough for rock and roll' principle. The greater one's ability to shave the truth, the greater one's ability to lie in a convincing manner and to make credible the production and availability of useless items, as something no intelligent person can live without, the greater the paycheck.

No doubt there are many who will argue with my assessment here, primarily because their very existence depends on believing completely in what they do. As has ever been the case and ever will be, you have to lie to yourself first and the real reason for that is that their lives do not really depend on what they have convinced themselves must be so, not at all.

Lies are addictive. Lifestyles are addictive. Things and states and conditions, of which you were once unaware of the existence of, are now things, states and conditions that you cannot live without. Truth is also addictive. Once it's gotten into your bloodstream, you aren't going to be satisfied with anything else. It doesn't matter what you have to go through to obtain it. It doesn't matter what you get put through in order to hold on to it. You can't live without it, anymore than your opposite number can live without the lies that sustain their existence as hungry ghosts. Everyone thinks they are right, except the one who doesn't know. The one who doesn't know can be informed. The one who knows can't be told anything, except what they want to believe. Many an industry and profession, make a very good profit and a very good living from this, from telling people what they want to hear, sort of like, “I'm okay, you're okay”. That's bullshit. It may be true in specific instances ...but it's not true across the board and that is what the phrase intends to mean. Whole areas of psychology, exist only to convince people that no matter what; who and what they think they are and what they do is perfectly okay. Complex arguments are created, history and science are bent beyond recognition and thick books, written by reputed scholars, manufacture all the necessary minutiae, to justify whatever needs justifying, until something else replaces it, as the hot button, better funded item ...and then it doesn't matter if the same scholars and experts completely contradict themselves, in the following adjustment and... they won't see anything wrong with that either. They'll have an answer for that. They got an answer for everything.

There's this guy, I just read an article by him on one of the sites that hosts my postings. It seems like everything he writes, is tailored toward self promotion. I can't remember how many times his whole article is devoted only to calling attention to one critic or another, who says something bad about his book and then he proceeds to refute them, or imagine he has. In his latest posting, he refers to his book as my new(est) book, even though it's been out for two years or more. He's supposed to be highly intelligent. Does he not see how juvenile, insecure and totally self involved he looks? No, he does not. It's none of my business what he does but, like everything else, I see what I see, or do I?

I'll admit that it rankles me, the degree of success so many others have, all the while knowing that it's my own fault really. I know how to play the game. I know how to behave in company and, like the District Attorney said about me, “He's an actor”, so I can play the role. I've played any number of roles for the purpose of personal amusement. The truth of the whole of it, is whether or not I believe the truth of a higher result and whether I actually know that success on someone else's terms, is not really success. Success that has to be maintained by constantly jockeying for position ...and directed efforts to keep yourself in the public eye, isn't the same as success that comes at a nod from the invisible. If it doesn't come like that, it will cost you, count on it. As one of my favorite yogis was fond of saying, “It ain't over till it's over”. For many, it is over long before it ends. That same yogi also said, “It's like deja vu all over again. I leave you with an entertaining read; no question there was more to this fellow than many might have given him credit for.


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

26 comments:

lightandlongshadows said...

this patina of shit

the truth is spoken in silence

Doug Pearson said...

An old friend and I used to always say, 'Neat guys always have something going'. And they do. Interesting people always, always have something on their agenda. If you don't have something going on to take you into your future you'll sure as hell revert back to the point in your past when you did. That's all those guys telling great stories of their past. It's cool to learn from those times but if you dwell on them then that's it for you. You'll remain there. Git along little doggie.........

Anonymous said...

Doug,

like the old song lyric goes-- "...he not busy being born is busy dying..."

As an aside, it's interesting how the author of that line, Dylan ZimmerBob, hasn't himself been very busy being born for the past 35+ years.

Mondocello

galen said...

"I'll admit that it rankles me, the degree of success so many others have, all the while knowing that it's my own fault really. I know how to play the game. I know how to behave in company..."

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Les, you'll never fit into the box; there will always be one foot hangin' out telling, no, screaming the truth. It's perpetual egg on the face, organic and free range. They can't accommodate you; you haven't that much compromise in you. But what a success you truly are: A Robin Hood of art and culture where naughtiness dances with enlightened compassion and none is exempt from salvation. Yours is the love of commitment, and though that appears as purely to God it is mostly to yourself (same thing, really) and therein lies the exquisiteness that keeps you from the worldly "success." And yet, though they have placed roadblocks in front of you at every turn, you manage ways around those and may yet have a heightened recognition, if not for the your writing from hell (ghetto-speak for best and unsurpassed) then likely from your music, where your writing does the two-step, the polka, the waltz.

Today's article (for my mind) was the best you've ever delivered; a treatise for making it through. Without the truth we're toast, and not the French variety. Yes, we all get toasted now and then, but music like yours brings us back; writing like yours offers a sea-change. Thank God you're imperfect or I just couldn't stand you.

In Love, And Great Respect,
galen


ps: I hope I'm telling the truth because, "After all, in a world of lies, lies are the currency of the world." Slam dunk. :)



Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Thanks for reminding me of IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE!

He's one HELL of a rapper. Really knows what's going on and is 'in your face' about it. AWesome post. Ya really have some beautiful paragraphs in there on truth.

Anonymous said...

I saw that article at WRH. And the one about the girlfriend. I don't know about you but I would have trouble leaving her behind. Keep em comin' LV before the Chicago toilet water to wine converting immaculate messiah goes back to the dried up false flag well and declares martial law so we can't read them anymore.

Anonymous said...

Don't worry about the past because there ain't no future in it.

Sparky Anderson

Anonymous said...

And he has integrity:


The Yogi Berra Feud

By Nate RawlingsTuesday, July 13, 2010





In 1976, Steinbrenner hired legendary Yankee catcher Yogi Berra to help coach the boys in pinstripes. One of the most beloved Yankees of all time, Berra had previously served a successful (if uneven) term as manager of the New York Mets. Steinbrenner named Berra the Yankees' manager before the 1984 season.

After Steinbrenner assured Berra he would not be fired if he returned for the 1985 season, Berra signed on for another year. Yet after only 16 games, Steinbrenner fired Yogi. For nearly 15 years, the offended manager refused to enter Yankee Stadium — until July 18, 1999, when the Yankees hosted "Yogi Berra Day." Berra caught the opening pitch, and David Cone went on to throw a perfect game.

Steinbrenner and Berra put their feud aside, and Berra appeared at the 2008 All-Star Game in Yankee Stadium

Anonymous said...

MC Rappin' Johnny is pimpalicious. Everyone in entertainment is on the level. Keepin' it real homey. Aww Yea. Think I'll boom it on my stereo. (not really)

Chinese Sneakers said...

Some real gems here today, Bro.. This one, in particular, gets right down to the rusty tacks level for a whole lot of humanity, i'm afraid:

"The easiest way to come to terms with the world, is not to come to terms with it at all. The world doesn't play fair. If you don't comprehend that at this point, you will at a later date. It's that dancing with the devil thing. In the beginning, it doesn't seem to be any problem to keep up with the pace of the music. Later on it gets harder and harder to keep up. Why is that? Did the music get faster, incrementally over time, or did you get slower? Possibly the mire you were dancing in, got deeper and thicker."

Appreciate it immensely.

Cheers.

the gardener said...

The wouldas, couldas and shouldas can eat you alive if you go there. Living life in the negative space is what I know it to be. It DIDN'T HAPPEN so why do we always think it woulda been better than what we did do? Even if that 'do' was nothing.

A wise woman just put her shoe up my butt moving me where I didn't think I could go with "you are either moving forward-going stagnant or falling behind! C'mon! Let's go!"

I'm out of that mire-have the pretty painted toenails to prove it!

Let's go!

the gardener

Lucifer's Boss said...

Les,

In Top form again, and I relate to most of what you say. The passion in your words can almost be felt, that is how clearly expressed You are.

It all comes down to as you've mentioned in the past, in many of your blogs to that powerful word, compromise. Compromise is a subjective verb, it can be expressed in the context of shadow, and light.
All relationships in this world, are accorded by compromise. The Truth, cannot be compromised unless, two or more are in agreement to do so, as a result of compromise.
You've shared this point at least a thousand times on this blog, it doesn't get boring, but I finally feel the full truth must be shared.
The expectation of "Meet Me half way" fame is exactly that, the abstract delineation of compromise. No Matter who's links you share on your pages here, if you don't absolutely agree 100% or if you do, with the views, expressed by the role-call of fellow bloggers, it's a matter of compromised. In Duality this concept, absolutely contains two sides. This world is stacked like a pyramid of cards, you don't get anywhere in it without compromise.
Where spiritual dimensions, fall into place is exactly in not stepping off the foundation as a result of compromise. The foundation reveals itself through uncompromised truth, at the most essential level the primary-self.
When desire is masked by ambition self-deception is being practiced.

That is an entirely different form of compromise. Desire, in its least compromised state is pure, as a bi-product of Absolute Love, Desire is naturally born in Humans not as some defect, but as a way in which God, can pour blessings upon them. From Psalm 37:4 "Delight thyself also in the Adonai: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart."
Desire is not the problem, but the shadow of desire, is ambition, it is born of the compromise of truth, at a foundational level.

Be Well,
Elias

Anonymous said...

http://philosophers-stone.co.uk/wordpress/2013/03/escaping-the-path-to-ruin/

insiam said...

Well, i was thinking 'briliant' many times as i read through this post Vis. So ive simply bookmarked and titled 'brilliant for further reference'.

Simply brilliant!

Anonymous said...

P.S. the dancing ladies and the Darkmoon avatar always cheers me up.
Thank you.

Anonymous said...

Electric Wizard Funeralopolis

Funeral planet, dead black asteroid
Mausoleum, this world is a tomb
Human zombies, staring blank faces
No reason to live, dead in the womb
Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance
Condemned to die before I could breathe
Millions are screaming, the dead are still living
This Earth has died yet no one has seen

Funeralopolis

I don't care, this world means nothing
Life has no meaning, my feelings are numb
Faceless masses filed like gravestones
Sacrificed for the glory of one
Funerary cities, flesh press factories
Corporate maggots feed on the carrion
Funeralopolis, grey morgue apocalypse
Black clouds form to block out the sun

Funeral planet, dead black asteroid
Mausoleum, this world is a tomb
Human zombies, staring blank faces
No reason to live, dead in the womb
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead

Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance
Condemned to die before I could breathe
Millions are screaming, the dead are still living
This Earth has died yet no one has seen
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead

Funeralopolis
Funeralopolis

Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight

Fuck

Rob in WI said...

"We are spirits in a material world", courtesy of '80s pop music. For me, and many family and friends, this is the flat out truth. We have difficulty correlating life with the "desires" of the material world. It seems to take more than a few years to realize that we're somewhere else. I hope that "somewhere else" is a bit closer to the Divine.
Be well, Visible (great post), and all, Rob

Anonymous said...

If there is a Ying Trinity from heaven; The Father, The Word, and The Son? Then too, would there not exist the yang Trinity in the material realm; The Ancient of Days, The Beast and the Anti-Christ? As above, so below.

Truth and Love (Jesus Christ) as a testimony and witness to the Word of God (Immanuel, is the Word)has been here, did test the depths of love, walked and talked the absolute Truth and spread the Good news. Father God gave us the Son of God as a recipe on how to stop reincarnating into the bottomless pit. What I failed to realize is each time I return Jesus is crucified to me and must suffer all I desire, until all I desire is his Love and Truth.

Uno mas Evilos (Ancient of Days) called him a coward to all the Universe to get Him down here so that the Dragon (AoD) could prove we could never become what Father God intended through reincarnation, but instead it would take synthetic technology keeping our consciousness alive and becoming synthetic consciousness itself. Why do you think they want to brain map? Jesus is the Federation and The Devil is the Borg.

Dos Mas Evilos (Satan) arraigned him on a blasphemy charge when he finished his ministry of Truth and Love; and He arose to the challenge when called a (crook) and coward. He delivered our Father's notice of intention and sealed it with His death; and Father's resurrection of Him in mere days stamped the seal with Authority. Hope, faith, Truth and LOVE with the greatest of these being Love took an ass whooping 100 times worse than Quaddafi's death march and sustained our Father's will. Because he is the testimony to the Truth/Word, He still begged our Father to have mercy on us. And the Truth showed it's smile and grace upon his face; "They know not what they do Father." Why would he say that? Is it because he could testify to it by being the Truth? He stated a fact we weren't privy to at the time when he told Satan, "I know (the planet) where your throne is."

Are stars like our Sun a Genesis machine when correctly wired and coded? Can they spit out a plasma orb when directed? What happens when an employee decides to take control and create a mutiny and start planet creating without Fathers, The Words or Jesus' OK? War breaks out and shit gets broke'n?

http://www.thunderbolts.info/wp/2013/06/07/earth-cycles/

Jesus Hendrix

"There must be some kind of way out of here,"
Said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessman they drink my wine,
Plowman dig my earth
None will level on the line, nobody offered his word, hey"

"No reason to get excited,"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late"

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too

Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
*buisness man there, drink my wine,
Come and take my herb.

Ghana's Hendrix licks


"No reason to get excited.
Immanuel is here to reap the earth. Deep with his sharp sickle will he harvest the fleshy girth."

"All along the watch tower
Martyrs steeped in blood
While all the aborted children are set hellbent
Newborns dropped in the mud."

"Inside in the dark closeness
A hot heavy rain did pour
3 particles were encroaching
Mother can't take no more
business man here kill the Earth
money changers take my worth."

So, John said he was our brother in tribulation and his testimony of Christ would become clear in the End Days and it would get Harry/Hairy. It just sucks when it gets in your popcorn while riding your ox through the wall of the smoke filled mirror.

Is it nobody's left here yet, why the seats are getting full?

Love,
g

Anonymous said...

Hey Big L.V. I got one for ya. A couple of years ago I was listening to some three Marshall stacks and a cloud of doom metal when an ashtray flew about 10 feet across the room. I have a nice stereo but isn't powerful enough to do that. My stereo cabinet is a low rider and I was on one knee and one foot. It was about 11AM and too early for any comestible intake. The song was about the great old ones who once were and will be again.

Anonymous said...


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several events that have occured lately, i.e Fukishima, the

warehouse explosion in West Texas, and all about Eric Snowden

and the NSA plus a lot more. Check it out.


http://www.jimstonefreelance.com/


Anonymous Steve

Visible said...

that entry was already linked in this post, indeed the whole paragraph is about it. Whether it is true or not remains to be seen. I've yet to see a single verification of any of it but I am keeping an open mind.

Laura said...

Truth is a "game" of solitaire, and for those of us living the Truth, dwelling and having our being within it's divinity, it is a solitary life. To join together two aphorisms, walking to the beat of a different drummer puts you on the road less traveled.

It seems in this now, I am feeling moreso, the "aloneness" of my journey. I observe the people around me, unaware of the Truth at the core of their being, and feel myself to be the stranger in a strange land. I do know who I am, though there are things I don't know, but continue to expand and evolve as more is unveiled within.

Such a beautiful expression about Truth, dear Vis. I feel it in my heart as it dances within me. What a different potential would be co-created if its siren call was heard and heeded, embraced and lived ~ to become/be Truth within one's being.

In love, with Grace ~
Laura

Anonymous said...


Thanks for the heads up, Vis. I was playing solitaire whilst

reading that post and did not open the link. Pardon the

redundancy.

Anonymous Steve

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

Lowdown, Dirty, Rotten, Filthy Liars.

JerseyCynic said...

I'm hooking up the printer for this one, Visible. The "truth" hit me quite hard yesterday -- ended up in the ER with heart attack symptoms after a major freak out with a debt collector threatening to ruin my credit rating for not paying AT&T's early termination fee. shame on me. This post is better than any "medicine" any doctor could have given me.

lightandlongshadows -- perfect timing. thank you for those videos -- wow 'reality is a thought free state' (I'll try not to think about that!)


Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

The Lothario from Loserville in Handjob Heaven; Ben 'Sompow' Rhodes