Wednesday, July 30, 2014

The Humidity of Mortality on Pinball Planet

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I've just learned that on the day of my accident, one of the great men (Stephen Gaskin) of the last century passed away. Here was a true practitioner of Broad Daylight Awareness; a true teacher and living example for many other souls. He was humble, sharp and no nonsense. He might not have been everyone's cup of tea but he meant a great deal to me and the hundreds of souls that lived around him and the thousands and thousands that came and went. I'll not seek to provide a synopsis for Mr. Monday Night Class. You can read up on him. Like Terrance McKenna, Buckminster Fuller and a handful of others, he left this world a better place than he found it. It's possible that his passing didn't even make it into the Crass Media. He wasn't one of theirs.

The other reader who saw the strange and silent black, bat-like creature glide across their sight-line, close in time to when it happened to me, also suffered a fall and got seriously banged up. That's pretty strange.

Yesterday I was toodling around pretty good; went into town and also did some terrain training as well. I'm guessing there was about 10K accomplished yesterday. Today I found that they had cut back on my medication yet again. This happens every few days and so I was barely able to make it to breakfast and back. Dr. Napoleon (so called because of his obvious Napoleonic Complex) will be coming around any minute so I can let him hear about it. If they had doctors in The Stasi, he would have been the Chef Artz. Most everyone else around here has a good attitude and are willing and helpful across the board. However, it is one of those secret laws of existence that in any operation there has to be at least one major dick, so demonstrating for whatever the purpose of that would be.

I have zeroed in in a city not far from here where there are many rentals and surprisingly inexpensive as well. I'm planning on heading there next week, staying in a pension and not leaving before I find something. As per another law of nature, I walked into town yesterday with this fellow who looks like a gym rat but is a former (and possibly future) heroin user. He says he much prefers crystal meth. He admits that this is stupid so... I'm supposing he's not entirely dim. He tells me that every 3rd person, in this city I am looking to live in the outskirts of, is a heroin addict. Someone close to me told me it is the happening zone of this country right now for young people, the arts and music (which are the same sort of) and I was planning on migrating there because there would be all kinds of clubs to play in, as well as get this language down by attending an immersion course (or two). “Rawhide!!!”

I am hoping (and have reason to believe) that certain comestibles are going to precipitate out of the ethers any day and I expect my mood to reflect that process, once said process reaches the manifestation end of it. Presently it's somewhere in the middle two states of the creative and formative planes; most likely in the formative.

I heard an ominous statement by Putin yesterday. He was talking about the impact of sanctions and somehow the cost was around 20 billion (nothing to sneeze at) and he said something like, “None of this is important next to the reality that war is coming to Europe.” Do I really want to stay here? I keep juggling with the idea of just giving away my possessions and shipping what I can't let go of to Hawaii and taking my chances. Somehow it feels like if I am in the jungle somewhere, it is going to take awhile for the global horse manure to make its way to me. I got a direct statement from the invisible that there were no plans in operation to destroy the islands. That still leaves the door open for all kinds of less than pleasant actions short of that, including haole shish kabob. The pretender in chief has connections to the islands. Damn... nothing is harder these days than weighing all the pros and cons of all the locations on this Pinball Planet. Sure... I'd love to go to the Maldives but I don't have a suitcase full of cash. Indonesia has all kind of wonderful features with a big red flag that says 'Fundie Muslim Alert' on it. I've been around the globe in my head and landed nowhere. That means something, should you be bright enough to tumble to the implications. I'm not. It's hard to focus on what requires a very narrow window of intensity to give up its secrets, when they are partying day and night at Dumb Ass Junction across the way. Even if that is actually thousands of miles... sound travels.

Living in The Age of Official Documents is a bit of a drag. You can't go anywhere without conditions. You might go to where you are a citizen, if it weren't a police state. A part of me knows that I could go any number of places and just stay off the radar and remain indefinitely.

Next week, as I understand it, I get dropped off at the train station with my two bags that I can't possibly juggle and work the crutches too. This will require some amount of the creative forward thinking strategy mind that I have a relationship with and... I do like puzzles. Of course... If Elvis actually makes it here, I should be more than capable of morphing into one of those four armed devas or deities and that's the end of it.

I'm starting to understand some things about pain. I realize that, in many ways, I have been without the sort of pain that most people carry with them wherever they go. I cut most things loose a long time ago so they can't sink their daggers into my heart, mind or ass like they do with most people. I'm not inflamed with desire for this or that worthless object or pursuit; pretty much if I have a small space to operate in and enough food to sustain me, I'm good to go and no complaints. When you find something you love doing... and I have several, you don't have the time or energy (usually) for mind numbing and heart stopping dumb shit. You just want to do these things all the time. You wish there were more time to do more of them. And... should you have even a small measure of cosmic Love... what else of everything else matters a damn? Given that everything other than Love damns you anyway, at least to chasing the uncatchable tail (to catch the uncatchable taillllllll! cue The Impossible Dream), or worse, someone elses and you never saw the rental agreement prior too. More fool you.

And proving that I am no less a dumbass and projectionist than any other fool; the doctor just came by. He was smiling and in a good mood. I got on him about cutting the medication back. He didn't say anything. He just keep radiating this ironical smile. Then he asks me where I am going. I tell him and he says, give the address to the nurse. I don't see how that can mean anything else but that they have arranged a ride back for me and will not be dropping me at the train station. They did drive me down here and I did put in a certain amount of lobbying efforts prior too, as well as pleading diminished capacity and I don't think they want me falling down in the train station, should I get in a Chaplinesque fugue state. He shook my hand several times. Maybe it's all because it is our last official meeting.

If one is the sort that takes broad sketches as any kind of any evidence of something, it seems everything is working itself out in a timely manner and not in any sense beforehand. As most of you know, most of us have a good backhand but not much of a beforehand; just one of the realities of life, supposing life has any realities and is not just shapes in a perpetual mist of multi-colored fog.

I was playing the dead man's game today and possibly I'll get a pass on the sexism angle with this one. What it is is... when I look at everyone as one of the condemned. It's only a matter of time. We're all here for some reason, a reason never precisely established but surely for a reason, lest the whole thing be pointless and that's possible too, if you're one of those people that spent too much time reading contemporary western philosophers, or those pretending to be the same.

Why would Putin say that? Why would he say that war is coming to Europe? Are we/is he, talking about the whole of Europe or just those disposable buffer states where the actual body count gets manifested? I'm guessing I can walk by then and hopefully run as well (grin).

There are far too many of us here, given the choices made in terms of reasons for being here. Why are we here and who is it that is here? These are important questions but they don't get asked often enough nor are they compelling enough for the vast majority of life forms in this time. They are critically important to me but I tend to focus on things that fall out of the regular fields of interest for the junkies of routine. I don't care one way or the other about all the subjects that raise their lethal fevers in the minds of mortals. It's the heat generated from these fevers that creates the multi-colored fog I was talking about earlier; a result of the condition I am prone to naming as The Humidity of Mortality. There's all kinds of precipitation that goes on there too and only a very few of us are crystallizing and distilling in anything remotely identifiable as a Hermetic manner. I'm guessing it's always like this. If ageless wisdom is so named because it is always the same then I suppose the departures from and pathologies generated from that departure must also be the same.


End Transmission.......


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23 comments:

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

I think we're here because we're gluttons for punishment. Unfortunately I'm over that, but I'm STILL here.

MujedihiDEEN said...

Peace be upon you Les

Its great to see you moving along with the flow of the universe. I have been too. Just went to Morocco. The food is cheap. The views are mind blowing. The people are like puppies. There is a place to stay over there for you and me. Their is a joint group of people from all over the world of all age and demographics. Who say that they have heard the call and they want to stay there to build sustainable communities as model and then build them all over the place. I dont know about you but its cheap to get there and pretty cheap to live there. Your things would get shipped there very cheaply or we could just drive down there like I did with a trailer on the back. The weather is fine on the Mediterranean coast. They have space till December and I would love to share more than half of the costs for the whole thing. Would like to know where you would be going to come and meet you. I have this weird command inside my head to go and meet you. Especially since I had the dream where I was waiting for you at an airport or some place like that and when I saw you from far coming through the gates I literally floated off. I felt like and angel going into the higher realms of light where I should be. That was one of those powerful and blissful dreams. Since then the mystery around you has deepened in my mind. I think meeting you one more time is the key to unlock the next level. I just really want to see you where you should be before the action starts. You have done and said too much to miss the the live finals of Mr Apocalypse vs TPTB. I think you have the best seats in town and I have been shown I have the best seats in town too. So just want to make sure that because you kept it going even when things looked very slow and confusing over the last few years. The words of Putin are basically the seal on the future of Europe and the world unless there is some sort of immense intervention or awakening which are both big ifs. Please let me know where you are going so that I can try coming up there to see you.
Love and respect.
Akram

Anonymous said...

A poem by me:

'They Say' by McCob:

They say it's going to rain today

They say the skies the limit

They say the universe is such

They say what all is in it

They say they landed on the moon

They say that you'll go far

I always listen to what they say

But I don't know who they are

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Thank you! And may all of your lives be filled with those having high AQ's!

Smyrna said...

Bali is Hindu, Vis. Somewhere in the hinterlands like Ubud, away from the tourist parts. Bribe the right travel agents for a blank cheque visa. Plenty of English speaking expats and so forth. Locals happy to be a lackey for a few bob. Get googling. Fuck Europe the weather is shite.

xsdogskin said...

Do not believe the hype...
Despite making a big show at Christianity, Putin goes through the same Masonic Temple door as Obama et al.
Putin's mother was Jewish but converted(?) to Russian Orthodoxy.
Putin has used the same murderous techniques as the rest of his western lodge mates:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Explanation_attempts_for_the_Russian_apartment_bombings

There might be some sort of war, but I think they are saving the nukes in case the numbers of The Awakened grow too large to control (the real reason for the nukes).

Visible said...

MujedihiDEEN; email me.

Smyma; Where do you find a travel agent like that? That sounds like a very specialized ability.

Copernicus Kidd said...

I don't think a large scale kinetic war is coming. Putin was likely referring to an escalation in the ongoing currency and trade wars. Russia doesn't want a big War and neither does Europe. I don't even think the Pentagon wants it. All this butchery in Ukraine is the Langley CIA narco terror gang. The new BRICs alliance, with Germany and France joining it, will be able to accelerate the abandonment of the Fed's Note. The violence and conflicts will continue and accelerate, but mostly in the US West. I guess that makes me an optimist.

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

A friend from the 'good old days' stopped by my home last week. We reminisced a bit. One of the things mentioned and enjoyed was a bright and shining memory of a very special day all those years ago. The day Stephen Gaskin married my friend and his wife..

"The Farm" its devotees and Stephen himself are buds and flowers on the stem of civilized life and living, natural expressions of Varnashrama Dharma.

"The purpose of the Varnasrama social system is to provide a structure which allows people to work according to their natural tendencies and to organize society so that everyone, regardless of their position, makes spiritual advancement"

The Real Caste System

Anonymous said...

visible, Sad to hear that we've lost another great one, but it's nice to hear someone else mention and appreciate Stephen Gaskin and The Farm. I know them through their cookbook, and just ate a piece of pizza that used their sauce recipe.

Where have all the flowers gone ... ?

Keep on blooming, vis!

Love always,

Anna

Smyrna said...

I'm pretty sure if you wanted to stay there you'd find one or they'd find you. That's what I hear.

Something to look into, if nothing else.

Sounds like everyone was equal on Gaskins 'Farm'. Successful and commune aren't two words you often see together.

Visible said...

Stephen was a rare bird and very much the sort of person I am prone to like, honest and sincere, humble. He went to jail to take the heat for someone else growing pot. All kinds of people tried to fuck with him but he just kept on choodlin. It is a great sorrow that we don't have more like him.

Anonymous said...

Brother Visible,
I think your best options will be found on the Big Island!
Growing medicinal plants here. Lots of open space, some empty houses that need caretakers (my current situ.) Living at 19.5 degrees is certainly wierd, but not for the "weirdos"
I can supply you with unlimited supplies of turmeric and Tulsi basil. WE can watch the world go by in a healthy and happy state. Get the frick outta Europe!!! Every third person is in a heroin slumber, whatever you dserve better company then that!!
aloha
joel

Anonymous said...

hmmm, sounds like you still have a bit of a journey ahead Mr Vis. As do we all in varying degrees - i guess.

Now that Elvis guy used to be reliable. He always lifted my mood. Still does when i'm feeling a bit down and in discomfort from life's little (or big) falls :)

As a fan i once watched him leave the building. I even got me his army tag as a little keep sake. But i guess the trouble with Elvis was that once he had left one building no one could really know his whereabouts. (just
as well with all of those screaming fans).

I read a lot about the King and I do know that he traveled slowly when he was on the road and i guess in a way he is still traveling. Well lets hope so -God bless him :)

One day i'll show you his army tag. I kept it as a bit of a keep sake.

As Colonel Tom Parker would often say: if Elvis didn't make it to Vegas the first time around then he would simply have to rinse and repeat and hope for a smoother journey next time.

One of his best performances - in my humble opinion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v,Gy0Feh1dU


Bhagirit said...

Hey Vis, This may be presumptuous of me to suggest because all i know of your current situation is what you're saying in this post..but, that said, i'm having an idea. How about you come back to the states and stay with your brother, Robert, until your injury has healed? (I know who Robert is through his recent comments to you on fb).
Love,
William

Carole Massey-Reyner said...

The house in the country offer, though perhaps remaining a real long shot (maybe even longer, after my last email) remains open :-)

Visible said...

Good grief Joel... email me!

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My brother Robert lives over here only a few hundred K away. It's a thought but no offer on his part and our lifestyles are very different. There's no static between me and any of then siblings, always been harmonious and well intended but I suspect that's not the answer. I'm only a month away from walking without aid. I can find a nice pension in the neighbourhood and just heal up. I don't need attendants. I get around good and I can drive.


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Carole... I have no idea what you are talking about. I think I didn't get the memo.

thatrandomcandidate said...

The ineffable says I'm the safest woman in Michigan. You're welcome if you're led this way.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

This political research has come to the conclusion the u.s. is a disaster zone waiting to go up in flames. I wouldn't come here if I had anything vested in life. I'm also staying here even if something happens to get me out of the financial state (flat broke and kept as a household knavette/driver/errand runner) I'm in, so I can be comfortably destroyed.

Eudoxia Jones said...

Interesting but I Had a crow who are really smart fly in front of my car on the way home the other evening, it was a near miss to be sure. Then had a black steer or cow walk straight out in front of me several seconds later. Then I found out this morning, my sister who lives in Thailand fell over her balcony while trying to feed a stray cat, this resulted in a broken leg, smashed knee and fractured ocular bone, she looks like one would after several rounds in the ring. That is nearly the entire family who has undergone surgery within the course of a year with the only exception of my daughter. Not to mention my niece had a heart attack at 33. Today I found what appeared to be a large cancer type tumour in a prawn it was the ugliest thing I've almost ever seen aside from netanyahu and that's another storey naturally. War is coming to Europe we'll maybe and only one thing is certain - it either will or it won't and that depends on the collective and that's somewhat confused.

Visible said...

A new smoking Mirrors is up now-

The Walking Wounded Victims of Each Other.

Ray B. said...

Doesn't mean anything, but I thought this was profound:

"The Folklore of Discworld," p,10:

"I used to live a short distance away from a standing stone which, at full moon and/or Midsummer's Eve, would dance around its field at night, incidentally leaving unguarded a pot of gold which, in theory, was available to anyone who dared to seize it and could run faster than a stone. I went to see it by daylight early on, but for some reason I never found the time to make the short nocturnal journey and check on its dancing abilities.

I now realize this was out of fear: I feared that, like so many stones I have met, it would fail to dance. There was a small part of me that wanted the world to be a place where, despite planning officers and EU directives and policemen, a stone 'might' dance. And somewhere there, I think, is the instinct for folklore. There should be a place where a stone dances."

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Anonymous said...

Consider Fiji. There are real people here.They appreciate other real people, especially those with musical talent.

Japie

est said...

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while we stood by
these things happened

it was under our watch
may god forgive us
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