Friday, February 07, 2014

Being Resident in Through a Glass Darkly Land.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

There seems to be some question of where it is and is not safe these days. Well, the truth is, it's unsafe and safe everywhere at some point and there are all kinds of safe and unsafe too. There's outside safe and unsafe and there's inside safe and unsafe. There's people who are unsafe and safe to begin with and it pretty much doesn't matter where they are... most of the time... most of the time. Some people go into combat and get blown away in the first week and some people go unscathed through several tours and- indeed- an entire career. I know such people. Some people get imprisoned in bad places on various occasions and move through it as if they had some kind of invisible shield, like me. Others are not so lucky. It sure would be nice to know ahead of time which category you fell into wouldn't it? Some might argue conversely (or is that inversely?) that there are others who skated past being locked up (and were far more deserving of it) on a consistent basis.

Some of us have a 'get out of the neighborhood clinic' free card and some of us are a walking laboratory of STD's. Some of us get sick on a regular basis and some of us almost never get sick. Except for one year in recent memory when I had a slew of complaints, I might catch some flu like event once every ten years in March or April (for some reason). I know why this is. There are many things I do not know the why of. I know the why of this. It is of premium importance to know legitimately what you do and do not know the why of.

There are some of us who are haunted by fear whatever we may do, or wherever they may be. They jump at shadows and sudden movements startle them. Some of us face future uncertainties a thousand times before we are in the midst of them; dying a thousand deaths as it were. That's the thing about freedom. It is strictly a matter of personal interpretation. Relative freedom is everywhere and watched through a kaleidoscope of time, or analyzed through some internal diorama, reflecting outward for comparison and having the same informativeness as watching a tachometer rise and fall but... what really matters is which gear you're in, still... you could be sitting in a garage somewhere and listening to some virtuoso play the pneumatic impact wrench, while you dream of being Nicholas Cage going bankrupt from buying too many castles with, apparently not enough of them located in Spain. Hmmm... he had a lot more Rolls Royce's. Now... having a separate yacht on four different oceans, that's impressive. I look at all the money people waste and one thing I'm sure of is that money is as wasted on the rich, as youth is wasted on the young.

The ineffable told me that all the struggles of my life that led me to the point I'm presently passing through were meant to precede the times ahead. I've learned that nothing is worse than to have things conferred upon you at an age where you are not capable of handling what you have. Look at the people who screw up fame, wealth and power, those who were chosen for the purpose of 'that demonstration'.

I remember any number of friends that I had who had an easy cruise coming up, loving and indulgent parents, easy circumstances. Later on real life was a lot more difficult for them than it was for me, even though I had much harder circumstances thrown at me. They leveled out at whatever plane they found acceptable and they're now wrapped up tight in the surround sound of what they accommodated to. Within that envelope, it makes sense according to itself. I don't know any of them that are still persistent in the search, all though we traveled alongside one another for a time, at different times, we parted company because we parted ways. No blame, although I will admit to feeling somewhat injured on occasion when they no longer remembered some of the amazing things we had gone through. Then, as I told them of one experience or another they would recall portions of it but I always had the sense they would rather not be reminded and were relieved when the subject changed to something else. It was odd and it still feels odd.

I used to know a whole lot of people and I cared about them. It would cost me a few hundred dollars a month to call them and it always felt wonderful to talk. I was, as usual, thousands of miles away somewhere, ergo, Les Visible. At one point I just decided to stop calling and I never heard from most of them again. then at one point I lost the phone book with all of their numbers and that was it (grin). I'm sure there are others like me out there who lost everything they had (not just phone books) numerous times ...and had to wonder, could I have handled it better? Was there something about my approach, the way I went about things that was routinely bringing these things about? It was much later when I found out that I had no say in the matter.

When I met the ineffable on a beach in California, he said a number of things to me and I've included most of them at one point or another in various Origamis. For a long time I thought that the things I was told were a collection of universal truths. I knew he was the real deal a few months after I met him, when he initiated me through a massive Kundalini awakening and I found myself mimicking him in all the ways I remembered him; not playing at it, actualizing it. It was only in recent times that I came to realize that everything he told me was specific to me. Sure, they might apply across the board but... in recent times it has become clear that regardless of that, they were directed at me. He told me, "Everything is under control". I have come to see that every single thing in my life is a demonstration of the interaction between myself and the divine. He said, "take the reins". I'm still working on that. He told me God is a serpent and I saw that when the Kundalini experience occurred and I was seeing holographic serpents everywhere and still do, given the right comestible. I'm going to dance with Lord Ayahuasca in the next month or so, too bad I'll probably be alone again (grin) but I will no doubt see holographic cobras.

He told me that God was sleeping and this was his dream. I said, "He's going to wake up though, right?" He said, "I don't know." He was saying "I don't know" in total more than anything else. I remember the moment, walking back toward the stream, a small little brook that ran crossways to the ocean ahead when I suddenly said, "I don't know" and I really didn't. It was a most uncanny experience. He was walking on ahead of me and when he got to the stream he turned and said, "You're a celebrity here, you know?" I'm still working on that one too.

I remember being struck by his appearance. He was unlike any man I have seen before or since. He had one of those foreheads you see on those Asian figurines. His brow was compressed and brimming with force. I thought he was Chinese and I asked him. He snorted and said, "No." He's the one I got the snorting technique from. His body was near exactly like one sees on those Hindu statures of Shiva, or those bronze Bodhisattvas. He was buffed and streamlined in a way unlike anyone I've ever known. He was wearing Clark desert boots, brown Chino pants and a brilliantly clean and white t-shirt. He was immaculate. The cleanness radiated off of him yet, his fingernails were broken and dirty. It was an odd contrast. I remember the way he held his hands in front of him all the time with those invisible reins of force. At the time I thought he was crippled and felt sorry for him... heh heh. I remember the way he danced as the incredible music of the sixties poured out of this car that one fellow had driven down to the beach. There was something so timeless about it and I understood the origin of that dance after my own experience. Certain kinds of music would definitely set it off.

I never saw him again. Once I hitched hundreds of miles up the highway a couple of years later and then turned around and went back the other way when I was only a few miles away from that beach. Somehow I knew he wasn't there. As time has passed I became convinced I would never see him again. He was just there to do that shaktipat thing and then went wherever entities like him go. It was only a few days ago that he told me I would see him again. "Do you really think all that would happen and I would be connected to it and you wouldn't see me again? Do you ever really read and reflect upon the things you write?" Point taken. There are a lot of simple things I don't seem to get sometimes and I've recently been told that's that's on purpose too and the more comprehensive purpose of it all is for me to recognize that every single circumstance in my life is under control. There is some kind of a definition that applies to people in this state but I don't know what it is. The first I knew about that hand thing was when I saw a sitting Buddha figurine in an antique shop on Palm Canyon Drive in Palm Springs. That was a wakeup and another of those redundant anomalies that continue in my life. I spent months in Palm Springs living on nothing in the richest town in America, at the time. Having been picked up hitchhiking by Elvis Presley and then running into him in Palm Springs and then publicly interacting with him one evening, everyone thought I was a friend of his so I got left alone, for some while there. How many times something totally outrageous like this happened, I can't even remember now. "What a long strange trip it's been."

Why I am going into this at this time, is that between my meeting with the man on the beach and my resultant Kundalini uprising, there has been an extensive period of inexplicable changes, hardships, setback after setback, sometimes there were good moments but mostly they were bad, or so they appeared. Trying to put into perspective the things that happened to me, right up until a year ago, in respect of this meeting, this event and all of my continuing struggles for greater awareness has made little or no sense to me. It was all about getting me to understand that I have no say in what goes on and coming to terms with that and accepting that. I suspect there are any number of us who have been put through similar changes that seemed to defy all of our best efforts and highest intentions. There is a very good reason for all of what happens. We just don't see it and because we don't see it, or them, things continue until we do see and we will only see when we are allowed to see. It's all fixed, with a certain amount of wiggle room. Now you could find this depressing. It's not but that's how it is when you don't see, given that we are resident in through a glass darkly land.

Something really big is coming. Some of us are going to see it in varying degrees of clarity and some of us, regrettably won't see anything at all and if we do it will be an entirely different vision. Sometimes it seems very sad to me that so many things seem to be unavoidable. I stand back and tell myself that this and that could be so different and what would it take to accomplish that; not so much, not so much but... the drama goes where the drama wants to go for what has to be... very good reasons. I am now convinced, but I don't know why, that things are just as they are supposed to be, regardless of whether I understand any of it AND... anyone and everyone gets every opportunity, no matter how it might seem otherwise. It's a long and continuing haul across a strand of lifetimes like pearls around the neck of an unknown god. We can't see this and that has got to be for a very good reason too.

The one thing the ineffable has been trying to hammer into me is, "rely on me" At different times I have heard it over and over. Apparently it accounts for everything that's expected of me. I'm finally okay with that, whether I get it or not. I kinda get it. That's going to have to be enough.

So... as for going to Maui in a couple of months and whether that's the smartest thing I can do, I have to consider what my present environment offers and all nearby environments, the positive and the less than so. I have to consider what I'm familiar with and what familiarity was conferred on me by this location and nearby locations. I have to look at where my potential is best optimized. If Europe wants to keep me, then Europe can do something about it. Otherwise I'm going to opt for the place with which I have the greatest familiarity and has the finest and most welcoming environment, along with the most esoterically and etherically active elemental kingdom, as well as particular doorways that are most favorable to me; not to mention the benefits of a common language, one of the finest climates I've ever seen and one of the better places around for me to perform in the various mediums I work in and which I haven't been able to employ here. In any case, it will either work out or it won't and then... it will work out or it won't but then it will work out. I'm pretty confident about that (grin). We'll see.

End Transmission.......

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Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Ah, what a treat!

Onyhoo. . .ultimately does anything that happens down here matter?

I've been burnt to a crisp during The Inquisition, I've been killed in wars, I've probably been sacrificed a few times, I've committed suicide, I've led prosperous lives, I've been a drudge in a royal household, and Egyptian cat slave (which is a job I hold today, though I'm NOT making a living at it.) I've been a well to do abolitionist, I've been a mommy who loved her crotch dropping, I've been a mommy who wanted to roast her crotch droppings alive and have them for dinner, I've been an intellectual, I've been the protege of some one who made me into what I am today centuries ago, and a thousand or so other things. And none of it is important anymore. Hey, not even my past is really important anymore. It's over. It's done. It's never coming back. So who cares in the long run after our sojourn is over?

How long are we hung up on kindergarten when we're 72? Isn't a life basically the same thing, only different? A bit longer, and you usually don't take 13 lives to graduate, or 22 to get your PhD or whatever. It takes many more for us slower souls, but when we're on the Otherside, don't we see this like a game of chess, Monopoly, smear the queer, Battleship, Russian roulette, or paint ball, depending on how hard you want to get into it? What adventures you signed up for?

Of course anyone who does still care is coming back, but that's their problem if they like being in the prison of illusion and ignorance. Parole is almost here for so many of us, and I welcome it with open arms. That's how I see it.

If you do make it back to Maui, I hope the worthless, bottom feeding, brain-dead, mercenary parasite minion Illuminati mutts that like to shoot dogs, squirrels, caged gerbils and taze 6 year olds and 81 year old grandmas in bed aren't waiting for you.

In the end it's all good though. Despite the fact that whilst I'm living it I've been cursing every day I've been stuck here since some time in late 1968.

On the other hand, I suppose I ought to be careful with how I direct my displeasure. A couple of weeks ago, after royally trashing the one who was the bane of existence in my youth, Shearon Harris nuke plant in New Hill, NC had an issue. And the one who I will not forgive lives in Carthage. 35 miles/56.3 kilometres from address to address. Stuff like that has been happening more often, though not always bad. Yes, if you ask for something with enough desperation you do get it. I've had that happen to me countless times And you can also get other things if you direct really intense emotions at this or that, though that's uncontrolled and can have unexpected consequences. Also, you tend to attract things you're afraid of, but most of us reading this already know that.

What ever. I'm enjoying the show with much aplomb. After all, I know what it is.

Ray B. said...

Vis: "Otherwise I'm going to opt for [Maui] ... along with the most esoterically and etherically active elemental kingdom, as well as particular doorways that are most favorable to me..."

I went to Maui once, twenty-some years ago. I remember that on the coastal drive up from Kahuilui through Napili there was an area of stacked rocks that attracted me. I had an interesting interaction with unseen natives there. Later, I drove up from Kahuilui into the Iao Valley. There was a strong sense of Huna presence as I got in, and I wondered if any still lived (alive) in that area. Certainly, in the unseen. (It would be interesting to return there, with all that I have grown in the intervening years.) Still later, I drove down the Hana Road to the Sacred Pools. Several of them still had unseen native presence at the pools. Even with my limited time on Maui, I was impressed with the amount of woo-woo there. I can only imagine what I might 'see' now... (grin)
Vis: "Something really big is coming. Some of us are going to see it in varying degrees of clarity and some of us, regrettably won't see anything at all and if we do it will be an entirely different vision."

For what it's worth, what I call the Turning is still 'moving'. All of my questions are still being stonewalled, except for it being 'large'. (Everything's under control??? -grin-)

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Curtis M. Ellsworth said...

There's some to a lot of interplay between that which is there to be decided through free will and that which is rather fated. That's my experience. I get a groundhog day feeling about the nature of the day to day existence that I, like Mr. Visible, figure will turn into something rather poignant for us all on Earth out of all the humdrum, so to speak. It's all some testing area; this place of space and time on Earth. I get pretty antsy into vexed about other people's seeming happiness to either shrug their shoulders or even laugh about the issues of the day; most of which are not good. It is all for some bigger tale to be told/demonstrated. It's one of my theories that all of space and time is one, big storyline, given literal battles between good and evil both in front of and behind the veil are being recorded. It takes major time and effort to get a story as dark as this one brighter and straight, but once headed in a positive direction, as I'm feeling more than seeing, it's only a matter of time before those "actors" on that "stage" show us the bigger picture and for the better, of course. It is a Shakespeare-esque moment in time for us all, and we're all playing a part. I'm rather grateful for my treatment from any and all ineffable elements and agents that may be and have been in play, which I'm pretty sure is and has been the case, with good and bad treatment being thought of equally, though I kind of have a pretty major preference for being grateful to those who've been up to good not bad. I do believe that the future is going to be quite good. Much, much will change for the better for the majority of those on Earth, even the obtuse, laughing crowd, but it won't be "real cute" for literal, darkness-worshipping satanic types.

galen said...

First Rain:

Anonymous said...

The elite are just like you and I...but maybe a little dumber, and definitely just as fallible (if not human). Here is a short list of the most bizarre deaths experienced by elitists, over the last couple thousand years.

Part 1 of 2:

620 BC: Draco, Athenian law-maker, was smothered to death by gifts of cloaks and hats showered upon him by appreciative citizens at a theatre on Aegina.

270 BC: Philitas of Cos, Greek intellectual, is said by Athenaeus to have studied arguments and erroneous word usage so intensely that he wasted away and starved to death.

210 BC: Qin Shi Huang, the first Emperor of China, died after ingesting several pills of mercury in the belief that it would grant him eternal life. His eunuch courtiers concealed the death while they plotted the succession and used carts of fish to disguise the smell of the corpse. He was then buried in a fantastic tomb which is still being excavated. His artifacts and treasures include the famous Terracotta Army which was created for him to rule from his grave.

212 AD: Lucius Fabius Cilo, a Roman senator of the 2nd century, " a single hair in a draught of milk".

1063: Béla I of Hungary died when his wooden throne collapsed upon him.

1131: Crown Prince Philip of France died while riding through Paris, when his horse tripped over a black pig running out of a dung heap.

1387: Charles II of Navarre, after having been wrapped in bandages soaked in brandy in an attempt to cure an illness, was burned alive when a servant accidentally set the bandages on fire.

1601: Tycho Brahe died from complications of a burst bladder after refusing to leave a dinner table to relieve himself because it would have been a breach of etiquette.

1660: Thomas Urquhart, the Scottish aristocrat, polymath and first translator of François Rabelais's writings into English, is said to have died laughing upon hearing that Charles II had taken the throne.

Anonymous said...

Part 2 of 2:

1771: Adolf Frederick, King of Sweden, died of digestion problems on 12 February 1771 after having consumed a meal of lobster, caviar, sauerkraut, smoked herring and champagne, topped off with 14 servings of his favourite dessert: hetvägg served in a bowl of hot milk. He is thus remembered by Swedish schoolchildren as "the king who ate himself to death."

1816: Gouverneur Morris, an American statesman, died after sticking a piece of whale bone through his urinary tract to relieve a blockage.

1830: William Huskisson, statesman and financier, was run over by a locomotive (Stephenson's Rocket), at the public opening of the world's first mechanically powered railway to offer a scheduled passenger service, a railway which he had himself done much to promote.

1871, Clement Vallandigham, a lawyer and Ohio politician defending a man on a charge of murder, accidentally shot himself demonstrating how the victim might have shot himself while in the process of drawing a weapon when standing from a kneeling position. Though the defendant, Thomas McGehan, was ultimately cleared, Vallandigham died from his wound.

1920: Alexander I, King of the Hellenes, was taking a walk in the Royal Gardens, when his dog was attacked by a monkey. The King attempted to defend his dog, receiving bites from both the monkey and its mate. The diseased animals' bites caused sepsis and Alexander died three weeks later.

1923: George Herbert, 5th Earl of Carnarvon, died allegedly because of the so-called King Tut's Curse after a mosquito bite on his face, which he cut while shaving, became seriously infected with erysipelas, leading to blood poisoning and eventually pneumonia.

1966: Worth Bingham, son of Louisville KY media patriarch Barry Bingham, Sr., died when a surfboard, lying atop the back of his convertible, hit a parked car, swung around, and broke his neck.

1980: 70 year old mayor Monica Meyers of Betterton, Maryland died when she was checking the sewage tanks, she slipped on a catwalk and fell into the 25 foot tank and drowned.

1993: Garry Hoy, a 38-year-old lawyer in Toronto, fell to his death on 9 July 1993, after he threw himself against a window on the 24th floor of the Toronto-Dominion Centre in an attempt to prove to a group of visitors that the glass was "unbreakable," a demonstration he had done many times before. The glass did not break, but popped out of the window frame.

Smyrna said...

Dig this Vis,

My best friend in this small hick town that I live in, Nick, well his brother is one of the head honchos of the Olympic Opening Ceremony.

Nick got an email yesterday from his bro, saying Vlad was in the control box with him, only a few feet away, watching when they ran through some rehearsals.

Mindblowing to me. Vlad!

Salt-mines and Gulags jokes followed as you would expect.

Auros23 said...

I find your encounter with the deity on the beach to be fascinating and inspiring.

Anonymous said...

Dave McGowan ("Inside the LC", "Wagging the Moondoggie", "Programmed to Kill", etc.) is tackling a new subject - the assassination of President Lincoln. He's finished with Part 1. Can't wait for the rest of it. You can check out the first installment, over at - near the top of the page...

jeff said...

High Les!!
I wish you the best if you make it to Maui. It seems some of us are just "Born to Run". Just wondering if I met you there years ago, 1978 time frame, Longhi's on Front Street in Lahaina ? No matter It is always great reading and see you at the Banyan Tree.

Anonymous said...

So glad you wrote about the man on the beach. I think about that a lot and I'm glad you went into it more deeply today. I keep hoping I'll meet somebody like that someday. Would be nice. :)

And I hope you make it back to Maui!!! I believe that's home to you (here anyway). There's nothing like coming home to a place where your heart just sings.


Visible said...

I got there in 181 but I knew Bob Longhi through my friend Piero (the artist). I sure hope it comes together for me to do this. The only real obstacle is financial because I'm not going there with less than a certain amount.

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

Neurosis in Search of Psychosis and a Purgatory of Perversity.

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

Metaphysical Society: Are you suggesting that God has a brain?

Srila Prabhupada: Yes. And as soon as we understand that He has a brain, we know that He is a person. Therefore, God is a person, ultimately. Just as the government is impersonal, but the president is a person, similarly the energies working the cosmic manifestation are all impersonal, but the brain behind them is personal. That is the distinction between person and "imperson."

Metaphysical Society: Why do you say that God is more important than His energy?

Srila Prabhupada: It is common sense.

Yoga Nidra of Lord Vishnu

Who’s the Brains Behind this Operation?

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