Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Some Reflections on an Extended Departure from the Usual Presumption of what Passes for Reality

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

There was an evening, a few years ago, during my six week break from material reality when an assemblage of Gods and sundry appeared on the back lawn of our house in Italy. The deity part of the equation was arranged in a row but they were all in shadow. Somehow I knew who each was but could not see them. I could feel them. To my left was a large cactus plant. As far as cactus plants go it was huge. It was the kind of plant that you get cactus pears off of. Standing at the far side of the plant was Vladimir Putin. He never said a word the whole time. Up on the patio, on the other side of some trees and similar was Satan and the Anti-Christ. I learned that evening that I had saved the Anti-Christ's life centuries ago, at the loss of my own. He was of the opinion that he owed me. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing for the Anti-Christ to consider himself in your debt. He had a terrible burn scaring on one side of his face. I can't remember if that got discussed or not.

Satan looked a lot like the director Kevin Smith. He even had one of those black leather trenchcoats on. Lady Tara was among the deities in a row on the lawn. I think that was the last time I spoke with her until now. I can't remember what got said. I know I extended my greetings and that I was incredibly pleased that she was there. I have been in love with her since I first encountered her and so it surprises me that I have been mostly unaware of her for years until now. I'm certain this was engineered.

A small digression is called for here. Satan was extremely pleasant toward me during the whole affair. Over the course of following days I found myself thinking, “Well... it's not impossible that Satan could be friendly toward me.” At some point the ineffable said something along the lines of, “Be careful, Visible, Satan is NOT your friend. I seem to remember that this point got made to me later on. I don't remember what the circumstances were. I do remember they weren't pleasant.

So many things happened during this period that I have only partial recollection of events. I do remember one very funny moment. Someone had given me a jacket that was meant for The Avatar of Love. The Avatar of Love, so I was told, appears infrequently among avatars and is considered to be ten times as potent as the rest. As I understood it, the jacket possessed immense power. For whatever the reason was, at one point I turned and tossed the jacket to Satan and said, “Would you hold this for me for a moment?” The whole room was filled with cries of fear and outrage from everyone present and the most prominent cry was, “No!” Satan held it for a moment and threw it back to me. I remember someone asking him why he did that and he said, “It doesn't belong to me.” After that, whoever it was that was in the room at the time and there were quite a few, were giving me the strangest vibrations along the lines of... “how are we supposed to take this guy?”

I was in some version of this altered state for six weeks. It is hard to imagine that now. How is it possible that I was allowed to continue like this without any outside interference? At one point I was walking a mile and a half past all of these houses to the main road and back and speaking loudly at times and no one noticed. It was as if I was not even visibly present. I remember walking naked outside and around on the grounds and Geno, the farmer who lived across the street could easily see me but he never did.

At one point I got into my car and drove into town and I was in a small market and while I was walking down an aisle, a part of myself broke off and I could see this shadow form that then accompanied me everywhere I went and became a separate entity and we had quite some number of conversations. I believe that would be called a schizophrenic break. While experiencing this and far more extreme things, I was never troubled or frightened. It seemed perfectly fine to me. I had already gone mad years before so such things never troubled me. I've had apparitions appear and very frightful things. I have had, ten foot tall at the shoulder, Tibetan devil dogs appear in holographic form to either side of me and I was told that they are always there, I just don't see them.

One of the most fantastic experiences like this that I ever had was when I was somewhere around Indio, California and I saw this short road on the map that led to a major highway. It looked like no distance at all but it turned out to be around 40 to 50 miles. I started out on this road with this fellow I was hitchhiking with and we got some miles into it through some large orange groves. I remember picking oranges off the trees and putting them in my sleeping bag. Occasionally cars would go by but no one stopped for us. Then a police car appeared. This was a number of miles outside of Palm Springs but it was a Palm Springs police car. That fellow and I had been in jail just the day before. We got arrested on some property up in the foothills of the San Jacinto Mountains where we were staying with a couple of underage female runaways; don't worry, nothing happened. Visible was a sanyasin at that time.

Anyway, the cop pulled over and he recognized us because we had just been in the jail and... for whatever the reason he took the fellow who was with me with him and left me there alone. Night was coming on and I was right on the outskirts of a haunted Indian burial ground. Soon the canyon walls, the sandstone cliffs rose up all around me and night was falling. I wound up walking through this without cease until dawn. At a certain point after many electrifying experiences, I came out of the cliffs and saw off in the distance, lights passing and thought, “Great, that's the highway, it can't be far now!” It was at least ten miles and a couple of hours later before I got there. Before that, these enormous winged creatures appeared in the sky. Their beating wings made my cape blow all around me. It was near as terrifying as anything in my life before or since has been. Suddenly, for no reason I can think of, I turned to the sky and said, “Hello my friends! How are you?” and I began dancing and laughing and what do you know? They accompanied me nearly all the way to the highway, as my protectors and friends.

Imagine being out in literally the middle of nowhere, when gigantic bat like creatures appear and make such a commotion that you probably could not hear yourself scream; not that it would have done any good, when... a personality you had seen manifest in yourself at other times but given that it was something of a goofy expression, you didn't pay much attention to it when it showed up on occasion, clowning around, turned out to be a powerful source of defensive magic in a time and location where you might have been shredded had it not come around. Life... my life anyway, is full of surprises like this where what seems to be is not what is and what is has one level after another, above and below, much like the platforms in a video game.

More and more these days I am becoming an ever firmer believer in the fact that we all live in a self created world of the mind projecting it upon the screen of existence; a kind of movie if you wish. I can see the dream weave that we move through, like characters frozen in a Chinese carpet but in this respect, moving... moving like magical characters on a magic carpet. It's one of the things you notice on LSD... everything is moving and you are able to see this once a certain stimulation of the pineal gland takes place. Both the pineal and pituitary glands are treasure houses for those who know how to make them do that little flamenco dance of theirs. I sometimes think of them as lovers in a tight embrace, though they could just as well be enemies but most often are characters 'frozen in flight' at a certain place in the usual journey. One could say your life is over at this point, even if you live in the echo of it for years afterwards. Realized yogis have known about this for a long time.

All the wisdom and serendipity of this world and the holographic overlays of its variations on the theme, be they denser or more refined, are available to anyone who possesses the keys and knows where to put and how to turn them. This has been around since the beginning. It is an interesting metaphysical truth that the more you move into the density... or more materialized versions of it, the closer you are to Hell. Hell is associated with fire and heat and as we all know, pressure creates heat, ergo, material density and in the opposite direction, the cooler and less dense and wide open spaces of Heaven and the liberation and freedom that this suggests are there.

Life is a projected construct built out of simple and enduring equations. There is a right way and many, many wrong ways. As we have mentioned a time or two, if you look into the origin of the word 'sin', it means 'missing the mark'. That's all there is to it.

Let me point out the most significant truth of the matter. There is an indecipherable complexity to existence that has dumbfounded even the most intelligent among us and the smarter you are, for some reason, the more complex it can be. You can run around in Byzantine circles, until you are so snagged up in the brier patch that you can no longer move, nor extricate yourself ...and then Death comes around and does you a big favor. Why not take the easier (it's never easy but it can be easier) route and simply employ love? Seek out the source of Love, which is also the source of light and life and let it be the medium through which you engage life. As you more fully embrace love as the mechanism of your expression, Love, which is conscious, will embrace you. Love is relentlessly looking for vehicles to define itself through; not specifically for your benefit but for the benefit of everyone you run into. Love is a contagion, no different than any infectious disease. The thing is that you are letting it use you, instead of you trying to use it. Remember, Love is conscious and it knows what you are up to, far better than you EVER will. If you let love use you instead of the ubiquitous selfish manner that is what is generally demonstrated in times of material darkness, then you will moment by moment, step by step, be on your way into the ever more rarefied wonderland of selfless service which is a joy beyond description. On the surface it seems like nothing going nowhere but... that is why so few are so engaged. Once again-

it is the overwhelming seemingness of appearances that befuddle the eye of the confused observer. Don't try to figure it out because you can't. Love is going to take you beyond your depth and teach you how to swim and cavort in the immeasurable kingdom of the supreme enjoyer. He needs every willing conveyance. Start now so that the never ending can get on the way to never ending.

End Transmission.......

Clumsy mixed martial arts thugs will never beat an experienced boxer; not that I like either one of them very much. One is a dancer and the other is a less elegant puncher. You may well wonder what the hell this is doing at the end of the posting. I am wondering that myself. I keep running into it and all these uninformed and self important people keep saying that Connor is going to win. It is obvious that they are shills working to shift the odds while they talk one way and bet another.

I know this is a strange post and it would be easy for anyone to presume... 'yeah, that guy is crazy'. Things are seldom what they appear to be.


Anonymous said...

Visible, I remember when you told a lot of that tale about five years ago, which as I recall was right around the last time I had anything to say. In fact I think it was about that sequence of events that covered four or five posts that I commented on. Is this why you wrote about it today? Are you prescient to that extent? I'll probably never know. One thing I can say is that it is never boring around here. You consistently bend the parameters of reality. Of course the only parameters there are are those created by the closed minds of the ones who set limits on their own awareness. Well done.


robert said...

Life is too short to pay any attention to the delusions of others! Got more than enough of my own to mind until I don’t mind them so much…

Dear Vis my brother, your lucid post of your lured past (pun intended) clicked something into focus:
The pregnant metaphor in the movie “Groundhog Day” ties directly into your line:
I can see the dream weave that we move through, like characters frozen in a Chinese carpet but in this respect, moving... moving like magical characters on a magic carpet.

I wonder why I have structured my time for nearly a decade into OCD-like constant repetition and now it is clear:
By avoiding all temporal distractions, by removing almost all superficial change from my adult-rigid perception system, I can finally retune and see the gentle enveloping entreaty to allow the flow of the Ineffable’s endless love, since nothing will change until I do!

With all human distractions held to bare (or bear) minimum, I can ultimately notice the SLIGHTEST degree change in my attitude, which leads directly to a change in altitude! Up or down, depending on whether my focus strays into subjective ruts or balances at the door to perception!

How dare I allow any joy to pierce my stoic grip on known misery! Where is fear to return me to my cell while the sun is shining a dazzling call to feel more than I thought I could ever handle?

By removing all impediments, by having a Zen minimum of thoughts of my personal well-being and just OBSERVE, just pay attention to sense channels and see THROUGH the material veil into the heart in motion.

I allow myself a Mona Lisa smile as I find that, minus any thoughts swirling round my limited self, human experience goes beyond bearable on to something more, as less attention is paid to subjective distractions.

We are, as adults in the madhouse of the zombies, stuck in the SAME EXACT DAY which our mental perception creates overlaid on Reality, over and over, until we change our minds and allow our hearts to beat a path through the thickets of our programmed delusions.

By embracing our inheritance as automatic humanimals, we grow beyond our robotic programming and find the ghost in our machine and say hello!

Only when nearly bored to death have I found permission to play a different game, a better role, on a roll to the rock of ages.

My interpretation of If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise
William Blake

All paths lead to the center, eventually, yes, but the nugget exposed here is that:

The mind (little self mind) may be tamed and cleansed by holding fast, embracing our limitations, gripping ever harder on the wheel of the spinning saucer amusement ride, preventing it from spinning you off into dizziness and pissing off your would-be amused, fellow passengers , until you hold still enough to see what still moves you and is moving all through the stillness.

The empty mind, bored of the limitations of millennia, finally decides to try a different way to play the game and then Bam, Whoosh, Ahhh, the Presence can be seen and felt, even if only in the reactions of your lover, all the rest of humanity and nature.

Without exhausting your supply of good will, you can shine gently all along the way from the watchtower. With no desire left but to be present, simply present for the love of all, you feel the true desire of the One seep into your bones.

Condensing this insight into a mundane “serving others” or “serving the greater good” does not cut the slack from your sail. It is serving up to yourself a feast of feeling complete, while walking along your way, because you have chosen to be here now and no distraction will ever be worth it again, because you can see and feel who has always been your companion!

Onespeed, my beloved lovers, into the heart of the moment that goes on forever!

Susan Grace said...

It sounds as if your awakening/altered state was a Kundalini awakening which can result in fracturing of consciousness until stability of the process (If one is lucky) sets in. The full awakening of K involves going higher than the pineal or pituitary gland - it involves the opening of a dormant chamber that the ancient say just dubbed brahmarandra.
A good book on this subject is anything by Pandit Gopi Krishna and the new book by Joan Harrigan titled "stories of spiritual transformation the fulfillment of Kundalini process "

I am inspired by repeated references to the INEFFABLE in your writings. It makes me want to swoon inside.

I don't know what a dog poet is but you are the mad dancer intoxicated with divine union.

Cheers from "Swooning Grace"

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

When I read the first part of this post where you said no one noticed you, it made me think of 'Carnival of Souls'. Great movie.

Voltman said...

Please allow me to bend the parameters of reality back into the folds of the origami paperback writer of tales from topographic deserts. Don't open your minds full tilt or your brains could fall out.

Hi Les, nice post!

Would you ask the Ineffable why most of the animal world including humanimals must kill and eat each other to make a living? Though it might not be God's fault, originally; what do you think?


Les said:
"We live in a self created world of the mind projecting it upon the screen of existence"

We are also subject to external, imposed conditions that affect our common reality. We are all subject to different degrees to environmental pollution and degradation, cultural indoctrination, etc.... To take an extreme axample: if I give you a glass of sulphuric acid and you drink it, you're gonna die! Whatever your positive attitude or your reliance on the Ineffable, your philosophy, your conviction, you are not gonna keep from dying. What do you think?

By the way, I'm having fun listening to Putin and the evil Russians. If he's controlled opposition, at least their bullshit is believable, which puts them way ahead of the "West"...!!!

Meanwhile back at the front in the war on bullshit, I posted my response to an Israeli Slimes article:

Lots of fun!
Hasta la pasta,

Daniel Major
O'Kanabec, Land of the free

Visible said...

"Would you ask the Ineffable why most of the animal world including humanimals must kill and eat each other to make a living? Though it might not be God's fault, originally; what do you think?"

Kali Yuga

passing though

Anonymous said...

Aloha Visible!

From one desert man to another, greetings. My my once the pain got down to a manageable level, your postings are in fine flurry, the kind that ought to baffle and defeat McGregor over the fight's length. I have watched boxing all my life, even when I knew it was brutality... and realized that in this 'economy' it is a clean and honorable living for the otherwise totally disenfranchised. Mayweather is 40 though. Anything can happen, but I am guessing it will be a boxing lesson until Floyd sees Connor's eyes glaze over from exhaustion, and then a TKO. But...


robert said...

Apologies for the first line in my comment, as it could easily be mis-interpreted as in reaction to the remarkable experiences which Visible journalled so brilliantly!

It was a phrase kicking around in my outbox, to be used I case of any zombie seeking attention, proudly reciting their MEdiaMatrix programming! It fought for release so it ended up as the opening line, just to get it out, off the resolving plate of the mind.

To the contrary!
Though my own edge experiences are far more pedestrian, I can validate that many layers of existence live in our well of comprehension, but which we studiously avoid giving too much attention, usually in a strategy of “self” preservation.

We are all greatly enriched when spiritual pioneers explore and are able to report so clearly on their findings.

Thank you all for your patience and understanding!

Anonymous said...

Visible, I'm going to take your advice on love. I suppose I'll try to talk to it first and then, if I'm lucky, maybe it'll talk back to me. I've been pretty numb in that department for some time, though I'm certainly not mean.

In fact, the last time I felt real love for someone was at the death of my cat last year. Not saying I'm a hater, just kind of numb these days. Time for a change. I suppose I'd better as your mention of death reminded of the lessons of Key 13. When the rut gets deep enough, death comes around to release you... yes, time for a change!

Regarding the boxing match... so yesterday this girl I work with very rarely asks me if I'm into boxing. Haven't been at all in many years. So she shows me these 2 guys at a press conference kind of thing. Now I know who Connor is. He looks a little wimpy but you won't catch me saying that to him! :)


Anonymous said...

via Homer..

LOL, I'm rooting for Connor because he's Irish.
(nuff said)

Odin's Raven said...

Peter Dawkins seems to be a man of wisdom, who also emphasises the importance of love. He thinks we are at the end of a Great Year. Although not apocalyptic, he learns from angels and is an expert on Shakespeare and Bacon and symbolism and sacred geometry. Here is a three hour video of his talks, which may be of some interest.

Visible said...

Homer; rooting is one thing but what we have here is a brawler against one of the best defensive boxers in the last 40 years. I don't care for Floyd because he is one of those suffocating materialists who buys 5 and 6 million dollar cars and his chief joy is parading his wealth. For that reason alone he should have his ass knocked out. I saw, "Rocky" that was a movie. There is a world of difference between a boxer and a puncher. It's a whole science. I've been into fighting as a sport and and conditioning exercise and certainly for protection since I was decades younger. I've practiced most of the forms, simply from curiosity in most cases and I can tell you, that kind of fighter has very little chance against a classical boxer. I don't like Connor either, his ego is completely out of control and... I know, it's just show biz but here we have two very different mediums though they seem similar; they are not. Here's what I think happens, Floyd will just wear him out and when his hands get heavy and he can't lift them anymore, he's going to be in real trouble. I'm not rooting for either one. Muhammad Ali is the one I loved. I've never seen his like since. Then I was impressed.

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

Yes, rooting. I too followed the Ali, Holyfield, Duran, Benitez, Leonard, Hearnes, Haggard, etc. era.
But hey, accidental head butts happen. So too accidental elbows and accidental low blows.
Hell, sometimes even accidental biting of ears happens! (lol)

Anonymous said...

Vis, you're the Lord Buckley of metaphysicians.

A quote of his stands out:

"...There is a great power within that when used in beauty and immaculate purity can cure and heal and cause miracles. When you use it, it spreads like a magic garden and when you do not use it, it recedes from you..."


Grace said...

I am intrigued by Conor McGregor but I tend to think boxing is faked and rigged like all the other faked and rigged sports out there - NBA, NFL are examples where it is is glaringly apparent.

Anonymous said...

Speaking of the fight, Mayweather and Conor both flew to Europe on the same private jet after the press conference where they almost came to blows...

Yup. Show biz.


Anonymous said...

No offense intended Grace but could you give a series of factual incidents that prove your claims about NFL and NBA? I find that absurd. Like Visible I watch football and I have seen no evidence of this. I don't doubt at one point or another, critical people have been approached to do one thing or another but I very carefully watch games and I see nothing that would support your claims. Where it concerns fighters that is a different situation, especially wrestling. I agree with visible about this upcoming fight, a brawler has no chance against a professional boxer. Movies are one thing, real life [if it exists] is another.


Anonymous said...

via Homer..

Update.. Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

LOL, "I'm half black" says Connor.
Incredibly witty hyperbole! Because, well .. you know what they say about the Irish. (lol)

Caution!: Eggshells up ahead..

Grace said...

Dear Joel, in my haste I neglected to give an example. I personally believe that professional sports are just entertainment and distraction for the masses to keep us occupied. Me and some of the company I keep (sports loving all American males) are increasingly suspicious. Our own eyes and 6th sense tell us something is not right. Here are two examples that hastened my departure from following or supporting professional sports:
NBA Finals 2016: Draymond Green is suspended changing the course of the game, extending the series, so more money could be made for the rich bastards ruling the NBA. Example 2: Broncos vs Panthers, Super Bowl 50. Cam Newton fumbles ball and does not hustle to get it back. His post game interview pathetic. Very strange, as if he was forced to lay down for the game and hated himself for it. After the game, Peyton Manning repeated the same line again and again like a rehearsed dog "I want to thank God, my wife, and go have a cold Budweiser". Not that denotes rigged sports, but he was pretty darn phony. Super Bowl 51: Falcons leading and playing lights out, but all of a sudden lay down so Tom Brady can be the hero and make astounding comeback winning by 25 astounding points!
Something smells phony and I can't stand the stench. Free to Find Truth Blogger, Zachary Hubbard, studies these situations very closely. You can check him out, and also start watching the sports very carefully with a jaundiced eye. Personally I can't do it any more. There's nothing the controllers want more than for all of us to be distracted, and having us believe that sports are honest and played by honest people and are not fixed in any way, shape or form makes the controllers very happy.
I love the work of Les Visible and am happy to see the variety of comments here. Thank you for your's. ~S Grace

Grace said...

Dear Jim, you said it right. Show Biz. Entertainment for the goy. ~S. Grace

Anonymous said...

So, those are perspectives and presumptions devoid of any evidence at all. I especially found the Cam Newton observation to be strange. He didn't pick the ball up because of character defects that been showing for some time. I'm not saying you are wrong but I am saying those examples are lacking in substance and detail. You couldn't go into a court of law with those arguments. I do not mean to offend or be combative. I cannot agree with those few representations. Of course I believe that there are examples of this kind of event and I know it has happened in college sports and a few times professionally such as the Chicago Black Socks but these examples leave me completely unsatisfied and so I remain.


Anonymous said...

then they gave the jacket to christ and he said, 'a jacket is not love, but if the jacket brings out more love in someone, then let them wear it ... who wants the jacket?'

the anti-christ chimed in, 'you arrogant narcissist, who are you to tell us who should wear the jacket'

then they all grabbed christ and nailed him to a cross ... put putin on the cover of time ... hell was civilized again

agree with the take on macgregor/ merriweather ... it is just promotion for money ... macgregor has little chance in boxing against merriweather (unless merriweather has aged significantly) ... and merriweather has little chance at mma against macgregor ... they are boxing

Ginnie said...

Call Of Duty: Israel’s New Tourist Attraction Allows Guests To ‘Shoot Palestinian Terrorists’

Just in case someone is looking for something exciting for their family vacation!

Ty said...

Voltman said... "Would you ask the Ineffable why most of the animal world including humanimals must kill and eat each other to make a living? Though it might not be God's fault, originally; what do you think?" The simple answer is without death there would be no life. If nothing died, how could anything be born? Reality would have to be designed that way from the beginning of time, to the end of time, where nothing lived, and nothing died. I made a movie covering this myself, with the help of the ineffable, you can watch here: Kundalini & Divine Healing:

Ty said...

Dear visible. Awesome blog! Thank you so much for sharing with us. You mentioned a few things here you did not previously in the original three piece epic blog on this a few years back. I was trying to find it but its buried back there, if you know of the link, please let us know.

I had a similar experience on mushrooms a few years ago. I was on a secluded crystal beach, on a about ~3.0 grams of very powerful mushrooms. I had seen what appeared to be an angel or God in the clouds above the mountains, which had transformed into a devil in short order. I wasn't sure if this was a warning or God suggesting, as you say, "even the devil will change into an angel of light in the given moment." A big invisible divine hand showed up and plopped into the water, causing the sound of a huge splash, the ripples of which I could not see. All of mother nature was very conscious and alive here. In the last few weeks I have began speaking with the birds outside my house early in the mornings. They seem to respond to the energies in my third chakra. They are extremely intelligent and articulate. Anyway, here on this beach I was given a vision of Netanyahu by the divine, he was dressed in native american garb, with the whole bird feather head dress and all. He was made to appear even more beautiful to me than my own father. He was dancing like a native American. I was with Janna Jihad at the time, the worlds youngest journalist, a Palestinian. We merged as one being, and I was holding her in my arms. I felt defensive in her cause, and I explained to Netanyahu the in/out-workings of Karma, how we all stem from the same source, and how all of his actions, good or bad, would come back to affect him. Eventually, I came to believe that even the worst of us would find our way out from where we were, even if it took billions of lifetimes. It was very odd to me, the how the divine would present these evil people in such a divine light. Then I was shown visions of a previous life, a few thousand years back, when I was being murdered by a group of Jews. They could see me clearly, and had reincarnated at this time as well as Jews. I felt as though I was going to be murdered again, and was told the immensity of the Karmas of the time were returning. The divine initiated a karma mantra, and transmuted all of this into pure divine love. I saw the devil and God basically pushed together, and transmuted into one pure divine stream of light. The divine then jumped into these Jews and said to them, through me, "you really think you are God?" "Oh reallllly?" She kind of looked like the devil at the time as well. And continued on explaining to them how he/she was "God." I felt the Jews as though they were inside of me. I began to forgive them for everything that had happened. I could feel their curly locks hanging down from the sides of my head. Thousands of spiders began incarnating into existence and flying out from my hair... theirs webs strewn about all over my body. This was an actual reality... not just some drug induced delusion. They were flying all over the place. Ken O'Keefe appeared at one point as well for a visit. (cont)

Ty said...

(cont) Leading to the point where I began singing, I was very shy, and unwilling to open my mouth because of the power of the radiant effect of everything I was going through, I was worried what the people on the other side of the lake would think of me. There was a cancerous pain growing in my third chakra which got so bad as to the point where hundreds of fallen branches were being picked up and knocking against the trees behind me, this went on for 45 minutes or so. I thought they were spirits, though none of this frightened me at all. Massive rock walls and stones beneath me, hundreds or thousands of tonnes in size began bursting and cracking all around me. A similar event happened last year at an ashram not 10 minutes from that same beach, where I was trying to approach a beautiful young woman, and I felt this churning in my third chakra. In the process of approaching her, a large tree in the forest behind us was literally snapped in half. We could hear it bending and breaking. Before I said a word, she asked me if I could hear it too. I told her of my previous similar experience at the beach. I was told by the divine on both occasions that my third chakra was demonstrating to me how much latent energy was within me, what I was capable of... if I would only let go of the distractions in my life, my fears, and desires... similar events would happen, though channeled in a more direct way. This was just a few of the wild experiences that I have had and I know it is all true, and I know everything you have seen and experienced was real as well. Thank you so much for sharing your experiences with us dear visible :)

Visible said...

Holy shit Ginnie!!! Sorry it took awhile to post the comment. I've been a little below the water line this week and trying to climb back up on the dock. I'm getting there.

Much love,


Ray Hilchey said...

Dearest Les
First a little background. My mother’s first job out of university was school teacher in a one room schoolhouse in Northern Ontario. None of the shacks the community called homes had indoor plumbing; children wore the same long underwear from September ‘til May. Mom used to say she could tell which child had come in by their body odor as they stood over the floor heat register. On mentioning one particularly odoriferous bed wetting child it’s mother indignantly replied “I arst you to learn my child not to smell him”.
Can you do something about the sound reproduction on your podcasts? I know I am old and like Ulysses’ sailors my ears are full of wax but last night’s Feet2Fire podcast was unintelligible again. It doesn’t matter that the cheap fish-eye lens on the camera you use makes your head look like an extraterrestrial but why not get a decent mike?
Your writing on the last few blogs was truly inspired, thanks very much.
With love

Anonymous said...

What is your take on bitcoin. I read a column by you last week about crypto currency. I remember you were then lauding its potential and virtues and asking for support.
My take is that it is a ponzi scheme. People are too dishonest for it to succeed.

Visible said...

Ray... your diplomatic skills (or lack of) is one thing but being completely incorrect is another thing entirely. I use a web cam. There is no external mike. the one I have, used to belong to Corey Carson; Johnny Carson's son. It's a top of the line AKG. Your commentary does not match up to reality at all. You are the only person to complain so that pretty much decides whatever action I am not going to take. It is perfectly easy to understand what I am saying and if you can't then you definitely have a problem on your end. There is also no fish eye camera at work either. I don't know if you are trying to be funny and I missed it and that is what the problem is. Otherwise I honestly don't see or hear what you are not seeing or hearing. I do plan to hook up a Canon Camera at some point.

What I will say is that the material was terrible and I consider that one of the worst broadcasts I have ever done. I've no idea why that happened but it did. For that I most assuredly apologize. I watched it half way through and then had to shut it off. I wish I could take it back but its too late now. I'll try to do better.

Ray Hilchey said...

Listen for yourself Les. It plays along fine until you come on then bleeck

Visible said...

Bullshit Ray! Of course I listened to the whole broadcast 'before' I replied. You take a lot of liberties and it might be that curmudgeon thing; I don't know but it is very easy to hear what I say and there is NO fisheye lens, so you just make yourself look... never mind.

Do you pay my rent? Do I live in your basement apartment? Do I rely on you at all to meet my needs? NO...

I do what I do for free, day after day... often more hours than you know about. As a result I will do things my way... under advisement from the ineffable (of course) and not consider you or anyone else as a useful critic, especially when you exaggerate to such an extreme. It doesn't play. Like I said, more or less, that was one of my most off the wall and lackadaisical presentations ever. That is all on my head. I don't know what I was thinking by putting out such a crappy commentary but... sound wise and visible wise, you're off base.

Try to keep in mind that I have exceptional pressures on me that I never talk about because I am not a whiner but it has been extreme of late. Honestly? I'm surprised I am still here.

Kazz said...


"Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that entereth not by the door into the sheepfold, but climbeth up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber." (John 10:1)

'A man is not a Jew because he is one outwardly, nor is circumcision only outward and physical. No, a man is a Jew because he is one inwardly, and circumcision is a matter of the heart, by the Spirit, not by the written code. Such a man’s praise does not come from men, but from God.' (Romans 2:28-29)

'For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.' (Ephesians 6:12)


1 'And there came one of the seven angels which had the seven vials, and talked with me, saying unto me, Come hither; I will shew unto thee the judgment of the great whore that sitteth upon many waters.

2 With whom the kings of the earth have committed fornication, and the inhabitants of the earth have been made drunk with the wine of her fornication.

3 So he carried me away in the spirit into the wilderness: and I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet coloured beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns.

4 And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication:

5 And upon her forehead was a name written, Mystery, Babylon The Great, The Mother Of Harlots And Abominations Of The Earth.

6 And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus: and when I saw her, I wondered with great admiration.

7 And the angel said unto me, Wherefore didst thou marvel? I will tell thee the mystery of the woman, and of the beast that carrieth her, which hath the seven heads and ten horns.

8 The beast that thou sawest was, and is not; and shall ascend out of the bottomless pit, and go into perdition: and they that dwell on the earth shall wonder, whose names were not written in the book of life from the foundation of the world, when they behold the beast that was, and is not, and yet is.

9 And here is the mind which hath wisdom. The seven heads are seven mountains, on which the woman sitteth.'

Rome and the Vatican sits on seven hills, does it not??

All cestui que trusts/birth certificates/corporate slave papers are kept at the Holy Sea in the Vatican.

The name ‘Vatican’ means ‘divining serpent’ from Latin Vatis=diviner, and can=serpent, fulfilling Revelation 13:2,

“The dragon (serpent) gave him (the Roman Catholic Church Pope) his power, his throne, and great authority.”

Popes title of Vicar of Christ is the ‘antichrist’ in John’s epistles.

The word ‘antichristos’ is the Greek word for Antichrist. Translated into English it means Vice-Christ or Vicar of Christ, which the Pope has claimed as his title.

(Part 1)

Kazz said...

(Part 2)

In 1303 A.D. Pope Boniface VIII said in his infamous Bull ‘Unam Sanctam’, “We declare, assert, define and pronounce to be subject to the Roman Pontiff is to every creature altogether necessary for salvation… I have the authority of the King of Kings. I am all in all, and above all, so that God Himself and I, the Vicar of Christ, have but one consistory, and I am able to do almost all that God can do. What therefore, can you make of me but God?”

"`Therefore this is what the Sovereign LORD says: "`Because you think you are wise, as wise as a god, [7] I am going to bring foreigners against you, the most ruthless of nations; they will draw their swords against your beauty and wisdom and pierce your shining splendor. [8] They will bring you down to the pit, and you will die a violent death in the heart of the seas. [9] Will you then say, "I am a god," in the presence of those who kill you? You will be but a man, not a god, in the hands of those who slay you. [10] You will die the death of the uncircumcised at the hands of foreigners. I have spoken, declares the Sovereign LORD.’” (Ezekiel 28:6-10 )

The law society, which is the tribe of Judah, this is what Jesus Christ has to say to you, “It is written: ‘My house will be a house of prayer.’ But you have made it ‘a den of robbers.’” (Luke 19:46), and Hosea 5:10 informs us that, ‘the princes of Judah have become like those who move a boundary; On them I will pour out My wrath like water.’

The princes of Judah have created the outer temples to lead people from the truth of the inner temple, which is why Christ said, 'Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You shut the kingdom of heaven in men’s faces. You yourselves do not enter, nor will you let in those who wish to enter. …' (Matthew 23:13)

Luv Kazz

David Alan McBride said...

"I've been a little below the water line this week and trying to climb back up on the dock. I'm getting there."

"I have exceptional pressures on me that I never talk about because I am not a whiner but it has been extreme of late. Honestly? I'm surprised I am still here."

Mr. Visible, how can I help? I mean it. I am serious. How can I help?

Visible said...

David... sometimes a person has to walk that highway on their own. Friendship is a wonderful thing and for me, I don't value anything in a greater way but... sometimes there is nothing anyone can do. The good news is that it has already passed. Brief flurries; not even snow.

David Alan McBride said...

I understand, Mr. Visible. The past 2 weeks have been my version of something similar. As with you, it too has lifted.

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

Advaita Junkies, A Curse of Miracles and It Came from Beneath The Valley of the Walking Dead..

Grace said...

For anyone thinking that professional sports are not scripted, please consider the below link as food for thought (so much of value in the comments as well).

Again, professional sports = entertainment/distraction for the goy.

If one chooses to be distracted, that is their prerogative. I choose to face the truth as hard as it is to swallow at times. It is not easy.

Good luck to all in your personal investigations and may the Ineffable shine on us all bringing Light and Truth to a mixed up world.


Visible said...

Good Grief! An opinion piece from some blogger with no sourcing, with no references, with no credentials, with no.... I mean... that is pretty lame and if that is all you came up with you should be ashamed of yourself for spreading uninformed lies that a sophomore in high school could see through. You have zero credibility and from what I can see, agenda driven mental problems. What kind of people do you think come around here? Stupid people? Not hardly. Next time you want to argue something please have your act together or take this kind of thing over to the forums where it rightfully belongs, not here.



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