Sunday, February 26, 2017

Temporarily Frozen in Time at the Battle of the Morannon.

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Ah... how I wish for brighter and more beautiful days. The enemy is in serious turbo mode, both in my own life and in the world around me. I was explaining to a friend the other day about how the enemy knows who we are and what we are about and what our level of threat is to the infernal industries. The enemy has many minions, who travel about through the lower astral and each and every one of us emits a certain strength and quality of light. It it to this that they are attracted and by the components of the light that we emit they can tell if we represent anything significant that might concern them in their concerted press to plunge the manifest world into darkness.

For whatever the reason, Donald Trump and that portion of the world that is Christian and moral and honest and decent, who voted for Trump ...because of what he said and promised to do and... given that Hillary Clinton and her agenda is anti-life and anti-human, they voted for Trump because the alternative was bleak and dangerous indeed. Now, the world wide witches and assorted other dark occult orders are getting together to put a binding spell on Trump. You'd be a fool to imagine that something of this kind is not potentially destructive. However, the real question is who is behind Trump and what he represents and... are they qualified and empowered enough to counter this effort?

It is clear at this juncture that a certain portion of the (manipulated) world is aggressively opposed to Donald Trump and the hopes and fears of mostly normal citizens who stand in the way of their pandemic perversity. If one looks at the opposition, it is composed of various groups who have had their way for too long to go gentle into the dark night, toward which they are assuredly bound. As time passes, we see, more and more the tyranny of the hysterical few over the sane and sober majority. None of these screeching loons are oppressed. They are catered too with the slavish and simpering genuflections of compromised bureaucrats who long ago surrendered their honor and dignity to the venal appetite of their consuming self interest.

It is clear at this point that the very powerful, or seemingly powerful, international Satanic order is intent on doing away with Donald Trump, or rendering him hamstrung and impotent, so that he can accomplish nothing. Unless he becomes very proactive he is doomed. Unfortunately, many of those in his party and who are supporters in the lip service industry, are compromised by actions they took in former times where they became tangled up in honey traps, orchestrated by intelligence services, who sought to have them rendered compliant in all things that served the interests of these intelligence services. No doubt among these are the architects of 9/11 and other false flag operations, going back to the assassination of President Kennedy and many another death on the way to this moment.

If it were not for Mr. Apocalypse and the various hierarchies of angels, working in concert with him, I would have little hope this hour. Most likely I would be looking for some location far from it all, where I might manage a subsistence existence, while I awaited the aftermath of the chaos to come but... even in this time of relentless opposition and wall to wall lies, hope brims in my heart because I know I am not alone. I know the power and force of God remain undiminished. The whole environment of deception is designed to give the APPEARANCE that there is no God and that all previous concepts of morality are no longer relevant and might never have been. We now have new and improved morality where whatever might have formerly been the norm is now undesirable and frowned upon; the future has become a 350 pound transvestite with a beard, on a hover-board, who works as a corrections officer.

It is fascinating to watch the forms of language used by the ones who are engaged in shaping the public awareness. This lovely piece of repoortaaaage swirls around the toilet bowl, like a surfer in a whirlpool. She's got her eyes closed and her nostrils pinched shut because she doesn't like what she sees or the way it smells. She can't go back. Her board isn't motorized and she doesn't have a rudder. Possibly due to the strength of the drugs in her system, she has convinced herself that the noxious atmosphere through which she is passing is only temporary and that somewhere near or past the bottom, there awaits a paradise of human understanding and acceptance where all of us are seen equally and treated equally, especially the 350 pound tranny, with the Elvis sideburns on the hoverboard. Yes... Julie Compton really brings it to the NBC table of socio-sexual parity. I typed in 'Julie Compton, politically correct moron' but didn't get anything.

I know that if they recognized that there is an ineffable being out of whose substance we each are formed that that being would be black and male from the waist down and Ellen Degenerate from the waist up. There would be pink unicorns dancing in the air all around shim with an Alanis Morissette soundtrack and you wouldn't want to get anywhere near it and that is the point of the affair.

In times of an apocalypse there is a breakdown in longstanding traditions. Religions crumble and reassemble. Political systems go haywire. Cultures melt and run like broken eggs into the street gutters. Music and art go dissonant and abstract. Individualism runs wild with a complete loss of individuality. Intelligence, reason and logic, which require courage in the application, break down and weep in the car parks and none of those so affected can make it to the stairwell or the elevators and into the safe space. I need a safe space!!!

It is not possible for nations and cultures to survive when they have come to the pass they are presently in. Madness rises in the corners of unattended minds. Once people have lost their grip on reality, delusion puts them in a wristlock and frogmarches them into a cul de sac of drooling and gibbering insanity. Here on the precipice of engineered chaos, the long fall, magnetizes the balance of the terrified. There is no salvation, except what comes through one pointed certitude or grace and it is my expectation that the predators will, in a breathtaking suddenness, find themselves lost at sea, unaware of who they are or what they had intended prior to the moment in which it occurred.

Possibly there will be catastrophes, both natural and humanly created. Pandemics and plagues may abound but... it is my sense that those who are engaged in the destruction of humanity will simply lose their minds. Their drives will be wiped by a burst of spiritual EMP and they will wander mindlessly along strange paths seen only by them. Like an echo that never dies, my mind is immediately brought back to that battle before the gates of Mordor, when the good guys were surrounded by the minions of darkness and on the verge of being overwhelmed and rendered into a historical footnote. In that moment of pending utter despair, Gollum tumbled with the ring, into the bubbling lava of Mount Doom and all of Sauron's attention was brought around to that moment of transforming destiny. His virtual head would have swiveled, had there been one and in that moment, all of his armies, lost their will and awareness and either fled or wandered off, in whatever direction they had last been headed in. It seems to me that it will be like that. It seems to me that it 'is like that'; e cosi as the Italians would say.

Time is incremental. It is also a matter of perception and seems to pass at different speeds depending on where one is and who one is. There is an argument that there is no time. It is just an imaginary measuring stick. Primitive cultures experience it much differently than do we. Aboriginal Dream Time is such a phenomena. Then there are people like Emmanuel Kant who said to themselves, “Just how complex can I make this?” However you explain time to yourself, it is certainly affected by whether one is in an objective or subjective state of mind; whether one enters into these states as a result of intention, or whether they come and go by other means. This is all a prelude to saying that if one carefully observes the nature of each increment, as it is expressed in the actions and states of being of the players, one can observe the collective march of madness and see the evidence of the speed of increase as it gains velocity. Crazy is the new exponential. Sometimes crazy is going really fast in many directions at once; that is one of the attributes of crazy. You might find this confusing, depending on the level at which you understand physics ...but you probably won't be nearly as confused as those experiencing it.

All of this gives me hope. One of the most frustrating things is trying to figure out how we are going to be saved when we are faced with so many terrifying experiences. It surely looks like an unfortunate number of us are lost at sea and the clouds on the horizon do not look promising, “red sun at dawning, sailors take warning, red sun at night, sailors delight.”

Our problem seems to be where we are getting our information from and how involved in the process of analyzing it we are (great sentence structure, visible). Whatever is being spoon fed to us has been processed accordingly, prior to ingestion. I'm not making a whole lot of sense here at the roundup. The thing is that you can't lay it all out in fait accompli fashion. It requires the insight of another to achieve clarity by diligence of concentration and focus. Without that, it either gets swallowed whole or passed by due to being unrecognizable... or is rendered indigestible. Information is like food, once you swallow it it becomes involved in being a part of you; truth in, truth out. Garbage in and garbage out.

I refuse to look at those threatening skies and see conditions beyond my capacity to survive them or to influence them. It's either in my hands (not) or it is in the hands of the one who is producing and directing it for the purpose of demonstration. An act of faith is required. I surrender my fate, my ambitions and dreams and whatever else there is of me, into the hands of the ineffable to do with them as he wills. I've already managed to screw it up on my own. It's time for another hand at the tiller, or at least a recognition that one has been there already for a long, long time.

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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

That Woven Spiritual Steel that is Forged in the Crucible of Trial.

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Lately I have been feeling the weight of the world around me. Because I go to many news sites, I, like anyone, absorb some amount of it and since most of the news that we encounter are fabricated lies, the intention of the news we encounter is to bring us down, depress us and generally make us unhappy, even though it might have nothing to do with us. If Trump was serious about wanting to succeed at what he is doing, there is one thing he has to do and which is more important than anything else. He has to break up the stranglehold of the Zionist Mafia on the media. Six of their companies own almost all of the information sites. Until he does this he is in no position to succeed at anything. The people who own these media conglomerates are Satanists. There is no better definition for what they are than that. They are cold blooded psychopaths who are engaged in enslaving and destroying humanity. They ARE the enemy, insofar as the enemy has manifest personas that carry out his nasty intents. Certainly all of the ills that plague us collectively are expressions of the Prince of Darkness, being channeled through formerly (if ever) human entities.

We have said over and over here that the primary defense that is in our power is to stand guard at the gateway of the mind. If I let certain things into my head, that's my fault but it is also my job to do this to some extent because I report on it. I analyze it and I seek to defuse its impact on the minds of those who come here, or to spin alternative possibilities, other than what is being forced upon us at every turn. Like any of you, I am learning as I go.

Like many of you, I forget the important things over and over. Memory is incredibly and profoundly important. So is spiritual discipline. If you don't meditate each day before you set out on your day, you enter into it at a distinct disadvantage. In meditation we can remind ourselves of what is important and we can recommit ourselves, over and over again to what our purpose is. And what is that? This is for each individual to determine for themselves. Although it might be the same thing in most instances, we will identify and define it differently. We're all different after all, regardless of however similar we might be in primary essence.

I want to indicate a couple of points of interest here before I move on to other things. One is to show that Donald Trump isn't going anywhere. The other is to highlight Israel Shamir. He's always been good and honest and brilliant. Now it seems he has gotten a promotion from the very same invisible hierarchy that we all work for; whether we know this or not. Oh... what the heck, let's expose some hypocrites and lying self interest junkies as well. Alright my friends, let's move on into whatever it is that we came here today to talk about.

We've been hiding out, staying under the radar, trying to know “when to hold them and when to fold them.” The days just went slipping by and I played my guitar and fooled around on the piano and thought about all those projects I am supposed to be completing and haven't done anything about. My friends and I are wrapping up our activities here in this geographical sector, as we prepare to relocate into a more ancient and timeless location, where we do not doubt but that all of those projects we were supposed to be engaged in, are suddenly going to pick up steam and go toodlin off toward the finish line somewhere down the pike. We'll be expecting to see some of you when we come into range in the next month or so; a certain doctor in Nevada, as well as a gifted artist, who last I heard, was living somewhere around Las Vegas and a whole lot of people in Texas. I look forward to it. There's going to be more space to move around in, more freedom, more joy in all the super abundance that we have seen and felt the glimmers of in recent times.

I must express to the large majority of you my great gratitude at your support over the years. You've given me both the fire and inspiration to carry on, despite all the efforts from the deep state to suppress our work and maroon us in the anonymous backwaters of that sun don't shine part of the internet. This is all going to change as Mr. Apocalypse comes more and more into view as the major player in this dance of duplicity and deception that he is here to frustrate, eliminate and expose. You and I have powerful friends in the invisible realm and they are coming forward now in a concerted unity to bring down this house of fecal cards and set fire to all the misshapen abortions of the stool sculpture deity who seeks to plunge us into darkness and despair.

Speaking of abortions, today Mr. Visible is watching a truly execrable piece of shit called “Patriot's Day.” This load of crap stars Mark Wahlberg, Kevin Bacon, John Goodman and a host of attending shit gollums who have stitched together a pastiche of false news, concealed under the medium of bad art and which is most assuredly financed by the seemingly very powerful Satanic Zionist sexual and political shapeshifters. It really is garbage. I am reminded of what Jesus the Christ said; “For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” This surely applies to Marky Mark Wahlberg. The reader is no doubt familiar with that bit of Upchuck brought into being by the CIA, who is all over Hollywood and which was funneled in the direction of the Porcelain Throne by Badda Bing Ben Affleck and called “Argo”. There was also something called, “Zero Dark Thirty.” There are a lot of fake news entertainment vehicles that the intelligence community Satanists are using, while accusing us who tell the truth, of spreading false news. They're working that Hegelian Dialectic into the ground, like a reverse burrowing Syphilis spirochete, seeking after the Gates of Hell for their own purposes and hoping to herd us in along with them. It's not going to happen.

We've had a hard road my friends. Surely my road has been like unto trying to climb Pike's Peak backwards in a pair of Louboutin shoes and from what I hear from a number of you, it's been difficult all around. I have been working overtime to lift my spirits out of the suffocating atmosphere of the Sorosian Death Ray. It has gotten to where the impact of direct Satanic aggression against life has become so consistent and relentless that it is hard for one to identify the experience, since it has been going on for so long without interruption that one forgets it has ever been different. Sometimes I wonder if it has. Certainly it has been spiraling out of the anal vortex of the Prince of Putrification at a sub Rosa frequency that when it went palpable it was almost as if it had always been so.

I've watched the twisted memes coming incrementally, limping along like Lurch, or Igor; “Massssster! Masssster!” It's been slithering like a sidewinder, tormented by anal fissures and warts that are the defining byproduct of strange sex gone horribly wrong. It's like it just came through the bathroom window yesterday, so completely has it arrived and everywhere, politicians and entertainers bend under the pernicious press of this mysterious power. How has it come to be of such a strength that it intimidates the most influential among us? It can only be that it is a manifestation of some Satanic Majesties request because out of a ragtag cabal of disparate geeks has emerged an army of darkness whose impact is far greater than their tiny numbers. Every group of comatose norms are assailed according to color, creed and particularization of swish.

It is hard my friends, so very hard to maintain our sanity and balance, our integrity of being, against the flatulent uproar of saccharine flavored sound cancers, railing against every cornerstone and post that holds our increasingly more fragile infrastructure together. The war against Trump has become a cartoon. You can't go to a news site now that doesn't have a dozen articles, slashing at the man with metaphorical box cutters. He has to break up the media and he has to know this. I can only presume that it is in the works as I write these words because NOTHING ELSE will do the trick. We are surrounded on all sides by ravening baboons who are flashing us with their shiny pink asses. Their sense of entitlement and impunity is remarkable.

I remember what Mr. Apocalypse said to me in Italy a few years ago; “Visible, I'm going to catch them with their pants down. I am going to appear in the midst of them and I am going to be so ingenious and I am going to expose them before the eyes of the world. Visible, you have no idea how ingenious I can be. Be confident Visible. Be of good cheer. Their day is coming and no matter how it might look at the moment. It won't be looking anything like that when I get done.”

I owe it to you to be strong and focused in these dark hours and you owe it to me to be the same. Though we are not together in the same room, we are together in the same mind. We possess a unified field of the heart's love because we have been up and down this road together for awhile and it has fused us together into a singularity of common interest. We are one in drive, desire and direction and though we cannot lean on one another in any immediate physical sense, we can lean on each other at that place within where our shared mission has defined us as brothers and sisters in the light of ineffable. Here nothing can challenge or assail us, unless we allow ourselves to be convinced by false appearances. The great angels of the divine are hovering in the ethers all around us. Every force of good is marshaling together and at the moment of the great one's command they will sweep forward and disintegrate these shadows as if they never were.

Though I am somewhat battered and beleaguered from the force of the lower astral armies that attack every good and loving soul, I am confident of the power and magnitude of the master and I know that nothing can prevail against the almighty. I know that many of you are battered and besieged as I, for you have told me so in emails and communications in recent times. We must feel honored that they consider us important enough to seek to intimidate and frighten us. That is actually good news (grin). When we are shunned by so called alternative news gathering sites, we must also feel honored that these impostors and pretenders have separated themselves from us. They have declared what they are by their actions. There is no accident in any of this and in times coming much will be explained that presently exists as a mystery.

Be strong my good friends and know that as you resist and maintain in your faith in the ineffable that you are being changed within. Spiritual steel is being woven into your frame and your metal is being tempered in the crucible of trial. Hang in there. Help is on the way!!!

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Thursday, February 02, 2017

The Unspeakable Joy of Eternal Gratitude.

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Earlier I was standing by the bathroom window (no, I did not come in that way) as waves of gratitude poured over me and that has been happening over the last few weeks; right out of the blue, with nothing specific to generate it, just this combination of both love and gratitude... it's simply 'there' and of course the gratitude that I am feeling generates more gratitude, it's an infectious and contagious joy like an upwelling fountain, spilling over the lip of the bowl and running in a shimmer of light, as if it were back lit from some mysterious source. I know that this is an external projection of an internal condition with an identical shimmer, attended by music that is generated out of the shimmer and it makes me think of the beautiful interplay between sound and light and color. The colors are ever changing variants on festive emotions that burble to the surface, rising out of some internal kaleidoscope that the ineffable is using to remind me of the presence of the divine within. Every event in our lives, no matter how seemingly insignificant, is a special dealing of God with our souls.

A life time can go by and so many of us never inquire more deeply into that wonderful land which is our native and eternal home, behind the endless shifting of appearances. For those who take the trouble, which is no trouble at all, the opportunity to awaken our inner self is always on the cusp of the moment. The thrill of the possibility is like the keening of the wind, calling across time and space, as a reminder of our celestial origins. I am not interested in the Food Court. I am not interested in the world of gadgets and all the myriad of outfits I can mix and match, as one more ensemble, providing us with an identity for what the majority of us are unable to identify. We can't really label or define it because that requires us to be apart from it. It is what it is and it speaks itself as itself, the same way the wind and the rain accomplish the same.

I don't know what is causing this marvelous experience. It's come and gone before but never has it returned again and again. There is this sensation of something large and invisible moving in the ethers. It is almost like that mysterious Niburu, which you are supposed to be able to see but no one has seen it as far as I know... this other is invisible but no less present. It is like some hidden planetary amalgam of music and good will. There is nothing materially solid about it. It is a collection of fluid associations where these associations take the shape of their expression. I see dancing musical notes. I see cartoon caricatures that are a kind of onomatopoeia; if you catch my implications here.

Now... I have to go into a very strange digression and I must ask the reader, “What do you think of this?” Following...

A couple of weeks ago I got a communication from someone who had seen an ad I placed on Craig's List. I was selling a Korg Micro Arranger. I had purchased it in Hawaii to use in the upcoming recording sessions that I am presently engaged in. I've been putting it off for some time and now I have a thick sheaf of songs that should have been already taken care of a few years ago. As it turned out, the keyboard is quite small. This is something I did not pay enough attention to when I purchased it. I have large hands and really need a full size keyboard; through the kind of luck that seems to show up for me, given I have so little money, a very nice 88 weighted keys keyboard showed up at a fantastic price and I grabbed it. It is a joy to play and I am, once again exceedingly grateful. I am not in a position to just buy what I want so I need the help of my invisible friends. They came through.

Now that I have this I decided to sell the Korg and I put it on Craig's List. I got a call asking me what my bottom price was. I said I can't go below $200. and he said, “Well, that's very fair. I'll take it.” Then he said, “I'm going to send you a check and you can take the two hundred out of it and give what is left to my movers when they come by to get it.” I said, “Okay.” and thought no more about it.

Ten days went by. It had pretty much left my mind. I thought it felt pretty hinky anyway. Then I get a call from this lady, Shirley (don't call me Shirley). She apologizes for not being in touch before, says she had to go into the hospital and this is the first chance she had to get in touch. She said she was sending me a check and I should get in touch with her once I had cashed it. Today, I go out to get the mail and there is a USPS priority mailer sleeve there. I open it and there is a cashiers check for $2,395.27 ??????????????????? I don't know what to think but I leave a message saying. “This is beyond weird and unless you can convince me that I am not being set up somehow, I am returning this check, period.”

About 15 minutes later, I think, “Hmmm.” I go to the trash and get the mailer sleeve out and check the address. First I see my name typed twice in the addressed to location. Then I look at where it has been mailed from and it says, “Arlington, Texas” and it has been sent from the 'ATP Flight School'. Whoa!!!

I do not know what to think. What I know is that this is more than passing strange. So dear reader, what do you think? Yes, of course, there are plausible explanations for this. The person paying may simply want to pass on this amount of money to Shirley. Uh Huh. What about the 27 cents?

Let is leave this curious oddity and go back to the only thing that sends me into rapture every time I think or talk about it; the ineffable. I love the ineffable beyond my capacity to express it in words. This gratitude that I am feeling every day is remarkable. I have never felt anything like this before. On the heels of this, I keep hearing the ineffable (more likely his agent) telling me that I am experiencing what I am because he is about to lay all kinds of beautiful things upon me; things that have been held in waiting for a long time but now the time has come to grant them to me. It is now past doubting that I will ever give up in my pursuit of the ineffable and I will never be swayed away from my persistent love. I've been told over and over that the ineffable was going all out to try me to points beyond endurance and put me in one agonizing state after another. He was determined to break or dissuade me. It never happened and the ineffable said, basically, “I give up. There is nothing more I can do and nothing I do is going to send you packing.” He said quite a lot of wonderful things to me and I am not going to repeat them because it will embarrass me and there is always the chance I could have been and am being 'played' all along. I don't believe this though and I can never believe it again, nor have I ever.

I got nothing to show for my life but the friendship of the ineffable; if you can call what has happened to me, 'acts of friendship' (grin). Oh... I don't mind and I am neither angry nor resentful. I know the divine had good reasons for what he has done; really good reasons and I am good with that. In any case, it seems some very nice things and conditions are on their way to me and that is why I am feeling these powerful bursts of gratitude; even though I have no idea what any of them are. Apparently, the awareness in my subconscious knows what this is all about and what is involved ...and the following emotion is rising to the surface and triggering reactions in my self conscious mind. As we like to say here, “Time will tell and we shall see.”

I bring this matter before you today because I have a reason. Many, many people come around here. Some have been coming for a long time and I have yet to hear from them on a personal level. I may never hear from them. On the other hand, relationships have developed over time between me and some portion of the readers. I may never meet most of them either but we do communicate. I've said a lot of things here. Some of them have been truly useful and some of them have been very questionable. I'm not the most balanced and circumspect person you will ever encounter. I guess you could say that... on occasion, I can be a 'wild and crazy guy' (grin). I've mellowed out considerably in recent times and I am very grateful for this as well. I don't know a way to tell you how profound this gratitude is that I have been experiencing. It is blowing me away and the sense of it, the feeling, is like unto a joy that is past the telling. I want you to have this too and so I must tell you what I believe is required on your part to get it and I know you can get it and that is why I am searching for the best way to express it.

Convince yourself, utterly that you will do everything in your power to let the ineffable know how committed you are. Convince yourself that there is no cost so great that it can equal the disappointment you know you will feel if you do not persevere. Once you have made the decision to follow through, you will know that it is meant to be yours. It cannot be denied to you. You have only to press on against every possibility of opposition and against all odds. Once you have made this clear to yourself, it cannot become easier than it is. Your biggest problem has always been your inconsistency of purpose. The inertia drag of your own resistance to the follow through is the greatest weight you will ever carry. Throw that off and there is no resistance at all. It is like stopping smoking. Once you have made up your mind it is a piece of cake. It is not being convinced that you want to that makes it so hard.

The ineffable is the most benevolent and loving force on Earth. The ineffable loves you far beyond your ability to ever comprehend it. Accept this. Know it and proceed with it as a certitude. Be certain and it will be certain. All the good angels who serve our higher aspirations will instantly fly to your side. The course once set has only to be walked. Everything else is a fait accompli. Release the love that is hidden in your heart and it will guide and protect you in all things and from all things.

With Love,


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