Friday, June 10, 2016

Fireworks... Fandangos and Inevitable Departures

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

ah... what to talk about. I suppose I could quote Bonnie Rait and say, “Let's talk about love”. There are all sorts of statements one could make but should one make them? There have been hundreds of thousands of pages written about what to do and how to live. Some of them, most of them, are comprised of the work of the kinds of people you see on The Today Show or Oprah and for me they are the rendered toilet paper made from recycled petrified forests.

I want to bring back something today that the indefatigable Patrick Willis and I collaborated on a few years ago. I think it says everything I know and don't know. People get on my case for not writing with the poetic fire that I was using in earlier times, which were not that long ago anyway. I adapt what I do to the needs of the moment. Though the moment is eternal, it changes in ticking increments in all the separated minds and sometimes inspired faith is a greater contribution than fireworks and fandangos.

One has to keep in mind that life can kick the shit out of you if you don't conform, especially when conformity is all about celebrating deformity. It can also do it if you do conform, when the atmosphere of normal has been turned into poison gas... it is your ass if you do conform and your life if you are outside the norm but... just as existence goes on forever, so do those who comprehend what the ineffable seeks out in the hearts and minds of everyone. You either go with the program appointed to you or... you are done.

Life comes in sections and segments and there is a plot that extends beyond the imaginative projections of any mind seeking to counterpoint with the mind of god. All your dexterity and diligence will be left in the dust if you can't let go. Eternity is in the surrender to the flow of the one behind and maintaining in all the changes that come and go. Nothing is more temporary, or ridiculous than fashion and nowhere is perversion more clearly demonstrated than in fashion as it buggers itself into absurdity until madness chews off its own foot and states that only one shoe is necessary now.

There's a twisted little freak called Jimmy Choo, who makes shoes that can't be worn by people with normal feet, so that women with the money to do it, given to them by men who think dead pussy is a statement of total control, go to plastic surgeons to have their toes lopped off and shaped, in order to fit into these shoes. The clothes they wear are designed by men who hate them because they can't be them and I suspect that dead pussy and cold revenge are waiting in some cabaret zone for the last rites of Indiana Jones. As I look into the future, wherever the hell that might be, I see Harrison Ford in some John Denver ultra light (♫Pacific Ocean High!!!♫) where he forgets that he didn't fill the other gas tank, or someone didn't ♫and then... and then? And then along came Harrison♫ who crashes in Monterrey Bay and Baron Samedi comes out of the surf on a Jetski...rigidly erect like a Marine at attention in the color guard, where some poor excuse of a commander in chief (like we got now) walks out onto a football field and waves at the crowds of stupid like the Pope, dressed like... if anyone needs a gender neutral bathroom, he does and then crashes on the beach but... he's already dead so it doesn't matter and he does that zombie thing, which most modern actors have perfected ...and then and then and then? Heh heh. Right.

One can only do what the times necessitate and it changes like the way a snake does its sinuous thing in the grass or the sand or in your spine. Sort of makes you think of the Caduceus doesn't it? First do no harm. Thinking... thinking... Hipocritic oath? Speaking for myself, even when life hasn't been very kind over all, if you can extract the necessary knowledge from industry or experience, you'll be okay.

Well... this is as far as I got with this quasi Origami posting before I found that a dear friend of mine had passed and that was definitely over a week ago. I wasn't sad about it. She had been suffering for some while and then decided to let go and there she went. However, it put me in a mood of reflection and attendant with that, certain other things happened that I hadn't seen before and they put me in fear of my own mortality, which is not precisely true as I do not fear mortality. If anything I anticipate it or the serendipitous conference of the alternative, which is always a possibility until it has been passed by on the route of the other alternative in the seemingly crapshoot manner of that crossing pattern of Caduceus but... it's not a crapshoot. It may seem random and unpredictable and it could well be the latter but the former is never the case. It just appears that way and as has been oft stated here; appearances are a lie.

Most of the time, most of us, carry on blithely unknowing or uncaring that we are only passing through. Enough time will pass and none of us that are now here will be here in our present form; keeping in mind that our form is shifting and Plasticine at the best of times. We might well be back again in some other form and that could go on and on but the present state is guaranteed to change or depart and the former is a rare bird indeed.

We apologize for not being attentive to the postings and emails but sometimes that happens. It doesn't happen often and that is to the good, maybe. Sometimes the world becomes too present when it points out the unending process of continuous change and we realize what we are up against, until we are not up against anything anymore.

As has been pointed out here more than once, our beings are a battlefield. The elements of our composition are at war with each other and that should be the main concern of our minds and not whatever mythic battles we imagine are taking place outside of us. Unless we are victorious in the war within, we will have no victory over the forces that appear to be outside of us. Take command of the oppositional forces within and there will be no opposition without.

When we lose people that we imagine are separate from us and everyone seems to be, outside of moments of extreme oneness and intimacy, which even then, only seem to be or they would never end; when we lose people with whom we were close, we lose a piece of ourselves and piece by piece we will lose them all... or at least it may well look that way. The whole point is to realize we are not separate from anyone and all our judgments and definitions of others that occur, in order to push away what appears to be undesirable, is just us not understanding ourselves. AND... the whole essence of this life is to achieve that. You wouldn't think so by looking at the world around you but those who will not learn by industry, will learn by experience.

I seldom feel much sense of loss because I have at least learned that life does not end when it looks like it does. It just moves out of the bandwidth of the senses; the physical senses. There are other senses available to us but they have to be awakened, conferred or acquired. Whatever the price that is paid by chemically or experientially hothousing one's evolution in this respect, I believe it is worth it, if it brings you to a wider and deeper understanding of yourself and others. I look at the costs that people pay to come into the possession of goods and positions and other people and I consider that these things are not even in the same dimension as the costs paid to gain more priceless and timeless things.

Give yourself the needed time for reflection as to what is and is not worth having. Life will give all of us whatever has been earned or come due ...but it may not necessarily give us the higher lights on the road to the celestial realms and those lights are as important as streetlamps on a moonless night.

My friend went into the ground today; a part of her did but... the part that counts is in another place altogether. It's like throwing out old clothes, or even shedding them for bed. We die in a certain way every night and we awaken each morning, if you can call that waking. We come out of one dream and walk into the next one. To awaken must be the greatest experience there is and some aspects of it are the most painful, depending on how that awakening is conferred. To die or to seem to die after having lived well is a fine accomplishment. To die after having not lived well at all is no fine achievement.

End Transmission.......


an old friend said...

whenever i read one of your posts after a prolonged absence (on either side) its like...having a beer with an old friend.
Les you have had a profound affect my life, my way of thinking and my spiritual journey. thank you.

Anonymous said...

All condolences my friend.

Maybe it's not so much that someone dies, but more like a dear friend who has moved far away and it'll be long time before we see them again. And we will see them again.


Unknown said...


Doug Pearson said...

Everyone we know in our lifetime combines to form you(that person) as a whole and when a part of that dies a little bit of you dies too. If that makes any sense.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Jimmy Choo shoes prove foot binding is alive and well, and ifn I were a conformist, I'd be up shoite creek withoot a paddle reit noo.

Solly. (Nae/Not!) 'Right now'.

Following the crowd is NOT cost effective. Doesn't do much for stress levels, either.

Anonymous said...

Amidst the solemnity, the tears and the laughter .. I have a good feeling about your dear friend, Visible prabhu.

While the dew is still on the roses,
a marvelous time of day.
Some say magic!
Some say tragic..
Supremely perfect, I say.

Best of health and success to you!

Ray B. said...

Vis, sorry for your 'loss'. I could feel your thoughtfulness in your column. Physical death has a way of bringing other things up short. Of putting things in perspective...

Regarding death, I was reminded of the 'folks' I have run-into over the decades who have no souls. Not because of some dark deeds or intent, but because they never 'divided' into all the lifetimes that regular humans pass-through. A different path....

One noticeable difference in them was the lack of urgency. If you lived forever, why take on a particularly-unpleasant 'task'? Later is fine. So, the outcome was that humans seemed to race-ahead of these entities in accomplishing tasks (unless the person became stuck).

Musing on this situation, I came to the conclusion that Death was being used as a driver. (Driver in the sense of a pusher.) The wiping of the memory between lifetimes and the presence of physical death was a 'forcing function' to push individual humans into 'completion' (whatever that is) as fast as possible. As a result of the soul (and the consequent divisions), humans are 'hothoused' into blooming as soon as possible. (I only hope the result is worth the cost.)

It does make one wonder why the rush...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Ray B. said...

In light of Vis' column, I wanted to share an occurrence that just happened today over many hours. It brings to mind what we really are...

I woke up early this morning, and started the usual 'connection' to higher parts. Normally, this takes a short time. Today, there was not-only no connection, but an overwhelming sense of being 'sat on'. Not good. So, I tried all my usual 'work-arounds'. No joy.

Finally, it came down to stubbornness. I just concentrated-on linking-up with the next small-step-up from Ray, and then making use of that 'connection' to go further. Through pure will-power, whoever/whatever this was, was slowly forced to give ground. It was like grinding through solid rock.

As each mini-level of 'Ray' was reached, something peeled away - usually with not liking to give up. I did not follow them (for Cleaning), because I had to keep the linking-up pressure going.

It settled into a weird 'routine'. I would slowly force a level open, somebody/something would peel-off, and I would 'look-around' quickly to see where I was. Slowly, it moved into the 40s and then into the 50s, with no let-off of the being 'sat on' pressure.

In the 50s, though, something seemed to change. First, and very cool, it seemed like there was a 'background' of energy and light. Formless, but very much like being in a working microwave oven (in a good sense).

Second, two strange 'peeling-offs' occurred. One was like a very powerful, semi-formless being, who my Higher Self definitely went-after. The other was a large, dead-like, 'clump' of energy/presence that also got jumped-on. The strange thing with the latter was the spontaneous coming-up of the line "sealing the source where evil dwells" (paraphrase). This phrase was repeated until whatever-this-was had been 'squeezed out' of our plane. (Note that this was perhaps the only time this line had ever come up...)

Then, I hit a wall. Nothing I could do would take my 'pushing' further...

However, I had a good thought: Since I was this close, why not try to get in touch with my (Real) Angel? Surprisingly, it worked! I actually was in the 'presence' of My angel-aspect, consciously. (It was at 63-level.) 'It' was very powerful, and I felt a combination of being-fried and enjoying it immensely.

Although it was hard to stay focused at this level, we had a 'talk' about Ray. (My angel-aspect was generally pleased with Ray's 'progress', so that was cool.) My angel-aspect finally agreed to do/manifest "the next thing" with Ray. I have no idea what that means. The angel-aspect was doing 'something' very actively, as Ray fell back towards normalcy...

I put this 'experience' up here in honor of the Being that we really are, under all our daily strivings...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Anonymous said...

Love to you Brother

Anonymous said...

I fondly recall meeting Susanne's mother. She was a sweet soul indeed.


missingarib said...

“The world is afflicted by death and decay. But the wise do not grieve, having realized the nature of the world.” The Buddha ( Sutta Nipata)

In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you | buddha

Friends are the landscape of our lives. They mature us ,enrich us, and leave us with a treasure of memories.
"Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand"

live long

Anonymous said...

Why is Suzanne such a trigger? 713 been at me today.

Everything is different channels of information. It is hard to explain and I have basically given up, which is why I purposely got myself banned. Tired of been looked on at by idiots who celebrate their conspiracy of idiocy.

Anonymous said...

3.5 earthquake Anthony, Kansas. Who cares, who believes?

Get over themselves.

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

In Consideration of the Things we Should have Considered.

Bill D. said...

So good to see you are back with us, and in your inimitable form. Was getting worried about your absence, but hoping for the best for you. It does hurt to lose somebody, but knowing that they are free at last helps to soften the blow.
Say well, dear Vis, and keep smiling!

Anonymous said...

Visible I am so sorry for your loss yet you continue to give and give, and give again, to us.


Unknown said...

Ray b- sometimes your quotation marks are "tiresome". No offense

Unknown said...

Vis, hang in there! I like you a lot

Ray B. said...

Brad H, thanks for the feedback. I use quote-marks to pick-out those words where what I meant might not be exactly 'on' (grin) for what is usually meant. I have feared that I might be using them too much, in an attempt for clarity. So, I will try to cut them back as appropriate. Appreciated.

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Anonymous said...

pierre said....

"To die or to seem to die after having lived well is a fine accomplishment. To die after having not lived well at all is no fine achievement."

similarly to die after not having lived badly, aint so bad (and who knows what the great one's plans are).
to die after having lived badly would be the pits particularly if seeing the light slip away at the end, the loss of potential voluntarily neglected.

looking forward to the new capcha's - click on all sociopaths, keep clicking until there are none left.

Anonymous said...

Another excellent post good sir.

My ears stood up when you mentioned the forces within us are at war.

By that do u mean the Chinese 5 elements or like our emotions. Does one have to practice meditation to bring them into alignment. Any good books you'd recommend on the subject?

Love from
Short bus

In my heart forever

mt said...

sorry will have to post comments in bits and pieces as they r "ENTISH" this messg box will not accept that.
they are in relation to an essay probably from a month ago? maybe visible origami??? -mt

The 3rd Elf said...

Visible's latest radio shows are now up....

Ray Hilchey said...

Dear Les and friends
Clif High has posted a Wojo on the triune nature of our atma as it joins together in the 6th chakra.
I am working my way through the book he references. It was written by Harold W Percival who followed Madam Blavatsky in 1892 and achieved an enlightenment on the corner of 14th Street and 4th Ave in New York in 1993 although he rejects any influence from Eastern Gurus and gets nothing from Patanjali Sutras.
Now Sadguru, a guru who seems to have the answers to most of my questions, mentions that Yogic techniques are tuned to certain DNA mindsets. To me this means the western mind won’t gain complete enlightenment from yogic techniques; for instance if I tell you a joke today you will laugh and laugh but if I tell you the same joke tomorrow-nothing. Something has been changed in your mind.
Now Sadguru has constructed a lignam that with proper sadhana has power to align all the 114 chakras of the manifest body. To my mind the shape of the lignam corresponds to the ovid form of the triune self in Clif High’s model.
As well when Clif talks about the three aspects of the triune joining together at the 3rd eye does this not mean the same as what eastern mystics claim:
Ajna chakra is the confluence of the three great forces (ida, pingala and sushumna) which link all the chakras. Thus ajna is a very important centre which must be greatly purified before one commences to awaken the other chakras.
Ajna chakra is the point of confluence where the three main nadis or forces - ida, pingala and sushumna, merge into one stream of consciousness and flow up to sahasrara, the crown centre. In mythology, these three nadis are represented by the three great rivers - Ganga (ida), Jamuna (pingala) and Saraswati (a subterranean current which represents sushumna). They converge at a place called Prayag or Triveni, which is near present day Allahabad. Indians believe that every twelve years, when the sun is in Aquarius, if one takes dip at the point of confluence, he or she will be purified. This place of confluence corresponds symbolically to ajna chakra.

Am I making sense here? I am following this thought for a few days.
With love
Ray H

Ray Hilchey said...

Whoops, a typo, H W Percival had his awakening in 1893
Ray H



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