Tuesday, December 04, 2018

Those Purple Mountains Travesties, Above the Looted Plain. Amer- hic! Caw!!! and The Unshakable Timeless Unity Within..

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

.......Hark the deep fried chickens squawk.

Man! They're really at it aren't they? It used to be “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.” (for Christ's sake!!!- pun intended) And the wholly Zionist owned SPLC (Society for the Protection of Lowlife Cretins) is doing their usual Hate Group Tango at Goldberg's Tanning Salon in the Hernando's Hideaway strip mall. Meanwhile the Infernal Realm has all kinds of glittering confetti and 3D flaming banners over the Gates of Hell and obscuring the usual greeting; “Abandon Hope all ye who Enter Here.” as one of the prime candidates for the last century is taking the Gone Dead, tube train ride as Bob Barker cries; “Come on Down!”.

Let's go to one of the prime Fake News sites (now owned by Smokin' Jeff Bezos) for The Purple Mountains Travesty Realm; above the Looted Plain... ♫oh beautiful for wasted skies, for blood red fields of pain. For purple mountains travesties, above the looted plain. Amer 'hic!' caw, Amer- hic! Caw...♫ “Ralph!!!” in the Japanese Prime Ministers lap”.

Thar she blows!!!

Yes... it's all sunny skies. You can hear Louis Armstrong singing, ♫What a Wonderful World♫ Occasionally he raises his Cocaine suffused handkerchief to his nose. Whoops! You can't find a reference to one of the biggest open secrets in the entertainment world for years. They did let him be described as smoking 3 blunts a day. My man Louis!!! I liked Louis and he had a colorful life; eerily like Richard Pryor's. Or... maybe you can!

George H.W. was a mid tier ne'er do well. The horned and taloned choir is going to be singing arias from “Hell's Unfinished Symphony in Asia Minor” with a full compliment of demons when Satanist, Georgie Porgie Soros and Sir Evelyn take the walk, hand in hand---

I had to put this song in, for a little romantic, poignant relief and you may be sure thsee two will not be hearing this beautiful tribute- to Clarence Clemons... Clarence and Patti join in the singing. Enjoy the song!!!

Surely this is not the place, Visible Origami ...for subjects of this kind; we're talking folded, spindled and mutilated origami. However, “shit happens” and it happens in various fashions;

Taoism: “Shit happens.”
Confucianism: Confucius say, “Shit happens.”
Buddhism: “If shit happens, it isn't really shit.”
Zen Buddhism: “What is the sound of shit happening?”
Hinduism: “This shit has happened before.”
Islam: “If shit happens, it is the will of Allah.”
Catholicism: “If shit happens, you deserve it.”
Judaism: “Why does this shit always happen to us?”
Seventh Day Adventism: “No shit shall happen on Saturday.”
Creationism: “God made all shit.”
Jehovah's Witnesses: “Knock,Knock - Shit happens.”
Hare Krishna: “Shit happens, rama rama.”
Atheism: “There is no shit.”

You've heard me say it before, 'the bigger the limousine, the bigger the ___hole.' Okay, I've come to bury George, not to praise him. The good that men never did, lives an imaginary life afterwards in the minds and on the lips of all the stuffed suits who will be marched out to render fatuous elegies. This one won't be stated or paraphrased;

“Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heav'n did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear,
He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bosom of his Father and his God.”

It will probably be more along the lines of this;

“Apeneck Sweeney spread his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.

The circles of the stormy moon
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the hornèd gate.

Gloomy Orion and the Dog
Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;
The person in the Spanish cape
Tries to sit on Sweeney’s knees

Slips and pulls the table cloth
Overturns a coffee-cup,
Reorganised upon the floor
She yawns and draws a stocking up;

The silent man in mocha brown
Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;
The waiter brings in oranges
Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;

The silent vertebrate in brown
Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;
Rachel née Rabinovitch
Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;

She and the lady in the cape
Are suspect, thought to be in league;
Therefore the man with heavy eyes
Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,

Leaves the room and reappears
Outside the window, leaning in,
Branches of wistaria
Circumscribe a golden grin;

The host with someone indistinct
Converses at the door apart,
The nightingales are singing near
The Convent of the Sacred Heart,

And sang within the bloody wood
When Agamemnon cried aloud
And let their liquid siftings fall
To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud.”

But I digress. The poisoned apples did not fall far from the tree... from Prescott to George W.

I think of Iraqi children, lugging the five gallon cans left behind by the invaders, down to the river to fill them with depleted uranium water.

They say, 'do not speak ill of the dead'. My position would be to remain utterly silent then; which I have not done. Someone has got to say something, while the endless litanies of bullshit roll off the forked tongues of the sidewinder snakes. For posterity we will have, side by sidewinder, the paintings of John Wayne Gacy and George W. Bush. The latter was a far more successful serial killer, as well as mass murderer; torture was a singular perk of both of their techniques. Though now Gacy sleeps with the fishes, I wonder how George Jr. sleeps at night, with the howling, astral wind songs of the thousands of murdered children, whose bones lie bleached in the merciless Iraqi sun.

The priceless and ancient history, once stored, in Iraqi museums was looted by you know who and are now being sold by you know who. Misshapen and tormented children are the legacy of the Iraq War. We now know that these faceless organizations, along with the United Nations military, in concert with large corporations, are behind the massive industry of sex trafficking. The UN Peace-keeping Forces are a cynical and unfunny joke throughout Africa. Everyone should study what happened in Rwanda; ♫tut... tut... tutsi goodbye! Tut... tut... tutsi don't scream♫ Unreal!!! Just unreal how the world stood around and shifted from one foot to the other; both their hands in their pockets, playing pocket pool while they watched the carnage. There is this genetic, or cultural indifference. It's kind of like the distinction between the social classes in England. We have our levels of cultural importance here. That sector of the population that goes to the better colleges, that has inherited wealth and automatic job situations waiting for them, usually several of them. They are the people who have members of the family who major in philosophy, poetry and such because they don't have to make money, they already have money. It's a little different in England, where the classes are separated by long standing lines of demarcation. One of them goes to what are called 'public schools' but which are elite private schools.

These people talk different, like they have a couple of tablespoons of water in their mouths and they've all got stiff upper lips. People from the lower level of that society DO NOT matriculate upwards. The only exceptions are athletes, entertainers and various types of celebrities. The upper crust likes to interact with and be seen with them. It gives them a sense of importance. They all go to Sandhurst, Eaton, Harrow or one of the others. This is where they meet the in crowd of the future; the children of the peers of the realm. They're a stuffy, affected crowd. This is where MI6 recruits their members. A lot of them become professorial types that let the intelligence community know who the up and coming brightest are. Some of them are behind projects like Tavistock. It's a breeding ground for sociopaths. These are the ones to whom it never occurs that there is humanity in the lower reaches. They're seen as dolts and mouthbreathers but... the reality of this never gets discussed by either side much. It's so accepted that it's seldom noticed.

This is the country where people like JK Rowling and her ilk screech like crows about the poor immigrants that need to be housed among the lower classes but never in their own massive and drafty mansions.

I feel lucky that I was almost never in a position where I had to be mindful of any pecking order. Self important people, especially inbred and imperious, to the manor born types. I'm no serf and never will be. I may be broke and intentionally marginalized but that is where their power ends. I care only about the opinion of the divine. If the divine recognizes me, no one else matters. I mean, they do matter, as everyone matters and this is what makes impersonal love so effective and you can't do without it. You don't have to worry about abrasive personalities, or those who live in a narcissistic world of self reflection, in a twisted mirror that looks like they think it should, because their mirror adjusts to their own idea of themselves ...but you can love them all because God is in there somewhere, or they wouldn't be here. You just have to find it with your secret eyes of the soul and identify it. It's going to come forward for you. It might not come forward for any number of other people because they are not looking for it, it has to be invoked, so they get trapped in personality conflicts. The personality is just a surface condition. You see past that and by recognizing the single similarity between all persons, that is the part that interacts with you. Basically you are always dealing with the same person, whether they know this or not. My chances of being called Sir Visible are not great at the moment (grin). I do get called Lord Visible a lot but that's an honorarium.

Here is the single most important thing to be aware of in life. You cannot control how others may behave and you can't control how they think and name the portions of the world, according to their imagined ownership of it but... you can control how you react. If you can catch yourself at every point and command your reactions, you are in control of the situation. If you value nothing but the good will of the ineffable then you can't be bought, or influenced by the prospect of material gain. People may be unaware that you are controlling yourself. They will surely be puzzled at their inability to influence you and that hits on a subconscious level and makes you a force to be reckoned with, even if you remain a mystery to them. The only drawback is that people are terrified of what they don't understand. Frightened people can be dangerous but since you are dealing with the interior divinity that is all you have to concern yourself with. The interior indwelling is ALWAYS in control of what it sits behind; just like the driver of a car with the steering wheel. Just like Krishna behind Arjuna. Either you fight with the indwelling, or you harmonize with the primal force of all forces and all other forces will instinctively retreat without being aware of it on any objective level. We live in a world where people are at war with themselves so they are reflexively at war with the world around them. For the rare members of our kind who are not at war with themselves, everything harmonizes with them without conscious thought.

There is no Armageddon, the battle is and has always been already won and it is an interior battle. This is the real and true meaning of Jihad. It is not knowing this that puts people in fear of the unknown and what lies ahead. It's different when the infinite lies before, behind and within you. This is a state of mind. You simply employ it. You go through life as if God were living the life through you. Since this is true and you are measured and defined according to your level of resistance to it, being without resistance affirms that the divine is living through you. This being the case, everything works... everything works and you are in possession of a sense of freedom that is generally unknown. It is a freedom that goes beyond the definition that any separated mind can conceive of and it is the one mind that lives in this freedom, that possesses this freedom as an operative feature of its nature and therefore, so do you. You possess and have access to everything that the ineffable has because you and the ineffable are one. The New Testament is filled with statements to this effect. "I and my father are one." Hmmm... I was about to say something and then I realized there was nothing to say, nor could it be said by anyone. It can be lived but it cannot be defined or described. “That's fine with me.” I said, as it defined me.

End Transmission.......

♫ I'm a New Age Twinkie ♫


Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Amusingly entertaining as well as informative today. New Age Twinkie is hilarious. A five nostril day, definitely.

Anonymous said...

I continue to appreciate your inspirational writing. Just about the time I start thinking I am all alone you post something like this. It is so soothing.
Thank You!


Anonymous said...

I totally agree with you in respect to the fact that 'We live in a world where people are at war with themselves so they are reflexively at war with the world around them. For the rare member of our kind who is not at war with themselves, everything harmonizes with them without conscious thought.'

As far as, 'there is no Armageddon,' I cannot agree, because as we speak Western civilisation is being systematically dismantled, China houses a reported army of 200 million, and the Middle East is falling under siege, all of which are consistent with end time prophecies in Revelation. However, I do agree the only battle we should concern ourself with is the one that is waged within.

In respect to 'Someone has got to say something, while the endless litanies of bullshit roll off the forked tongues of the sidewinder snakes.'

I feel the following link responds superbly.


tsisageya said...

Do you mean purple mountain magesty? Do you really hate America?

Me? I have a love/hate relationship.

Anonymous said...

Hey I want a shot at that question! I don't hate America, I just know exactly what it has been used for- spreading 'democracy' via usury, monopoly, and high explosives. I also know what it could have been.

Anonymous said...

I can't get that new age twinkie song outta my head.

Dodgy One said...

To get garbage out put in some thing better, works for me sometimes.

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
Songwriters: Dave Gilmour / Anthony Moore

But then you can try ->

Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best

Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the light side of life

If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing

Always look on the bright side of life
(Come on!)
Always look on the right side of life

For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow
Forget about your sin
Give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow

So always look on the bright side of death
A-Just before you draw your terminal breath

Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughin as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you

Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the right side of life
(C'mon Brian, cheer up)
Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the bright side of life

(Worse things happen at sea you know)

(I mean - what have you got to lose?
You know, you come from nothing
- you're going back to nothing
What have you lost? Nothing)

Always look on the right side (I mean) of life

(What have you got to lose?
You know, you come from nothing
- you're going back to nothing
What have you lost?)

Always (nothing!) look on the right side of life

(Nothing will come from nothing, ya know what they say
Cheer up ya old bugga c'mon give us a grin!
There ya go, see!)

Always look on the right side of life...
(Cheer up ya old bugger)
(C'mon give us a grin!)
(There ya go, see!)

All better now :)

Unknown said...

"(for Christ’s sake!!!- pun intended)" - This is not a pun. Jesus Christ is Jesus Christ - there is no other meaning. What makes you think your blasphemy is humorous or any better than the corporate mangling of a christmas noel ? Is it lost on you that Christ Mass itself is a pagan blasphemy ? Your 'clever' pun does exactly what you claim to be horrified by.I have been reading your articles for a long time - always hoping that your new age fuzziness with regard to good and evil would evolve into something more substantial. The truth is that God exists and is far from ineffable. What a mistake to use his name jest. It reminds me of the American phrase OMG ! Americans are blissfully unaware that they are cursing God himself every time they use it. And yet you reference Jesus in your articles with great respect at times. As if he were some kind of 'guru'."For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness."

Visible said...

Derek Felton; it's impossible to talk to people like you whose minds are in a frozen block of fundamentalism. Such people are so sure that they are more informed than anyone else and consider themselves an expert on anything and everything. I regret that I must leave you unargued with. Evidently you don't come around here much or you wouldn't have made such a fatuous and uninformed statement. However... your real mistake here is that you have labeled God as someone with no sense of humor and thereby you have put yourself in a relationship with an unforgiving and humorless deity and that is a crime against yourself. I am confident that you will see God does indeed have a sense of humor. He created you, did he not? A point in time will come when you get this and all will be well, if you are able to laugh.

I do not recognize the God or Son of God that you refer to. I have no idea who that is. I can assure you that this anthropomorphic creation of yours is not someone I will have to concern myself with anyway because as the originator of all things, I assure this being you describe does not exist. There is another being who does answer somewhat to your description but he is from the infernal kingdom, not the supernal. The real tragedy is that you won't get any of this. Your feathers will all rise up on your neck and you will experience a burning sensation that is what happens when someone is spoken to with the truth and they are unable to avoid it or accept it. I do suggest you confine your internet experiences to websites that answer the philosophical schism that best meets the articles of your faith; some form of Protestantism I suspect. You are going to have problems here with your need to judge everything according to your idea of what is real and what is not.

The Jesus Christ you attempted to describe here does not exist. Finally, you didn't even get my intention in what I said. You missed it by a long short and took it wrong and out of context. You might want to see if there might be other ways it could have been understood; if one were understanding.

Ray B. said...

It seems like Vis put his finger on an almost-archetypal 'sickness' of our times. (Thanks!) In line with that, I'd like to share an experience that just happened, in case it was real and might have effects 'down here'.

I have recently shared how Higher Self seems to have shifted some of its work into the near-archetypal regions. Well, that has continued with movement into what I would call more 'alien' perspectives. These are roughly-the-same consciousness areas, where HS is doing something but Ray cannot pick-out any patterns and so is really just along for the ride...

Today, HS worked its way 'up' a Being to its near-archetypal region. There, it was a mess. It took a longer-than-normal time to 'un-mess' and took three separate pulses down from higher-up. (This included one time where a small portion was almost in a child-like sense of 'pain' - not really pain, but this was how it was downshifted to me. Something from above almost 'cradled' it with great soothing-sensations until it 'changed'.)

What was most interesting was where the resultant 'adjusted' sense-of-being made its way down into the Individual level. (Remember, this is all downshifted stuff. It is a 'language' HS and Ray have evolved to translate whatever is happening up on unobservable-to-Ray levels into roughly-equivalent, lower-level 'stuff' that Ray can access. Again, it is not what was really 'up there'.) When this 'pulse' popped-out into Individuality levels, there was this strong sense of lightness, energized-from-within-ness, and beautiful feelings - all 'organized' under a label that came-to-mind spontaneously: HOPE! Powerful...

And what I wanted to emphasize is that this was not an 'intellectual' construct, held by strength of will. It was an inwards-outpouring of - well, it's hard to describe - an actual, living 'state'. Joy, beauty, caring, vitality, ecstasy, etc. - translated as HOPE! - was all there.

As this 'trickled down' to lower levels of this Being, those levels were 'forced' to adjust-from-within to the new state-of-being. The transformation was actually hard, as those levels had been 'steeped' in the earlier near-archetypal way-of-being. And HS pulled-away, as this wave proceeded-on towards 'down here'...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Visible said...

Someone (anonymous, of course, wrote a slashing generalized attack on no one in particular. He was going off about chakras and no one mentioned chakras. Then he was complaining about 'spiritualists' He doesn't know what a spiritualist is. Here is the common definition=

a person who believes that the spirits of the dead can communicate with living people.
"he became an ardent spiritualist, attending seances and insisting on their authenticity"
an advocate of the doctrine that the spirit exists as distinct from matter, or that spirit is the only reality.
"a nondenominational spiritualist"
relating to the belief that the spirits of the dead can communicate with living people.
"spiritualist mediums who claim to be able to contact the dead"

None of us here are connected to that kind of Madame Cleo sort of thing. There are no seances here and no one talking about 'ectoplasm' or the like. This isn't Ghostbusters.

I'm going to lay it out as clearly as possible. When someone posts anonymously that means they are afraid of revealing who they are and that is usually because their motives may become more clear than they want them to be. Often, these days, on the internet- these people are paid by certain interests to disrupt the harmony of communication that on occasion exists at sites like this. We don't permit people yelling at each other or making disparaging remarks. Let me be clear, as I said. Anonymous has no rights here when they seek to create negative energy fields and generally stir shit. That's not allowed. Many people come here and we represent a disparate group whose belief may vary widely. However we are usually more evolved here than the places where people argue for the sake of arguing about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin or all sorts of nonsense that people in search of trouble or looking to cause trouble get up to.

If you are anonymous and talking garbage about things you don't even understand I am not going to post your comments. If you will identify yourself and I can trace you to where you are presented as a person then a different condition comes into being.

I feel that it is probably Derek Felton who can't address what got said because it's true and who has used key phrases that fundamentalist screamers like to employ. These are the people who at another time were witchburners or people who accused others of heresy and took a smug satisfaction at them being burned at the stake or tortured in dungeons. They really wish they had the opportunity again but for the moment some semblance of civilization still exists. I am pretty sure I am right given how very real my intuition is and which proves to be right nearly all the time. If I'm wrong well... that can happen but it is pretty rare; not my being wrong. I have been wrong and probably will be again but... when I find that I am wrong I change my position immediately and apologize for having mislead myself or being mislead. That's how I'm built

In any case, I'm the marshal here and I say what gets printed or not and anything reasonable, even if it is different than what I believe, gets printed but not if it's all full of ad hominen or I can see through it, which I usually do and so do most of my visitors. You can't come here and track the mud of your unevolved consciousness all over our virtual floor.

Thank you for your understanding.

Dodgy One, I'm glad you got that off your chest (grin)>

Anonymous said...

Visible prabhu, your shit list is the shit! (lol)

Unknown said...

Thanks for posting my comment.This will be my second and I assure that there is no need for me to post anonymously. It may be "impossible to talk to people like you" - but you gave it a shot anyway ! :)I would humbly suggest that you address the content of my comment rather than accuse me of deception/childishness/burning people at the stake !! Why throw just one stick right ? Labeling me as a fundamentalist or protestant after reading a few words is a little trigger-happy don't you think ? Putting people in boxes just doesn't seem to be what you are about.If I don't agree with you it doesn't mean we can't have a conversation. As I mentioned I have been following your ideas for a long time (Truthseeker). Now why would that be ? Even though your 'light-hearted/jovial' blasphemy offended my sensibilities (and i did try to explain this) i didn't burn the rest of the script....Though you do not recognise the Son of Man - at least you are seeking, which is more than I can say for most of the walking dead. But ____ i still contend : “Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.” Much love from a Jesus-freak fan

Anonymous said...

TY Dodgy One, that actually worked! Now I have visions of Twink Floyd dancing in my head.
OMI!!! Smile everyone, the Ineffable loves you!!!

Visible said...

Were I you I would look at the deeper correlation between what you say and what can be seen. Lecturing on Jesus Christ from the standpoint of old poorly translated scripture is not going to reap a more profound communication. My relationship with Jesus Christ is within my heart; direct. I don't get into splitting hairs about what this means and what that means. I adore the never ending flood of love as it illuminates those parts of myself formerly hidden from me. Your last sentence just now presumes to to possess a comprehensive awareness of me that you just don't have. You know nothing of my relationship with Jesus Christ and I'm not going to get into it with you, it is deeply personal. In your last sentence you provide insights into the way you purport to understand what you do not understand. It is for naught to say I do not recognize the Son of Man. This is fundie-speak; then tossing scripture at me. Save these things for those who have not spent their entire life in search of the 'living' truth and I can say with a clear conscience and complete certitude that I have found it and it dwells in me. I have spoken one on one with Jesus Christ; albeit only this year and only twice that I knew of but he pointed out to me that it had been him on other occasions and I had not recognized him.

He asked me directly at the beginning of the conversation; "Do you know who this is?" My heart shuddered with a clear awareness of who it was. I said "yes" without thinking and he then erased all doubt. The experience last for about half an hour. Then he came again two nights later for about the same length of time. I was very surprised that it happened because I had not had an experience with The Christ that I knew about previously. At one point he said, "I am that ineffable you speak with.

I had had direct experience previously with a number of deities, presenting as one gender and the other. I asked him why I had not had an interaction with him before this and he said, "It wasn't time. Now it is." He went on to say a number of things which I will not repeat because of the likelihood of how it would impact on certain readers who are two influenced by their intellect, or are resistant and resentful, as well as suspicious because they wouldn't like that it happened to me and are certain (for whatever the reason) that it should have more likely happened to them.

I cried out to God for years and only rarely did I get any response. Then, less than a decade ago, I was in Italy and into my mind came a voice that asked. "Do you remember that quote by Yogananda?" I did not at first recall what it was because I was so surprised that I was being spoken back to. "Think about it." he said. "It isn't winter yet but I am here." Then it dawned on me and suffused my heart with understanding. The quote was, "If you don't search for God in the Springtime of your life, he won't be there in the Winter."

After that... for days and weeks I would walk with my dog, Poncho, around the dirt road that circled the area which included our house; about half a mile. He began to say, over and over... "Rely on me." On occasion he would say, "This is ALL you have to do."


Visible said...

continuing... Every time I went out to repeat this route, it would happen again. From that time, I have been able to speak to the divine and receive a reply. This has been the most outstanding feature of my life. I want for nothing more but an increase of this.

I don't want to debate why I use the terms I use. I don't want to get into tiresome back and forths about how I should do 'it' this way and talk about it 'that' way. It is my own experience and I am blessedly and wondrously enthralled by the whole affair. Each of us is appointed to work out our own interaction with the incomprehensible and indefinable master of all things. If you are 'compelled' to address me with your dissatisfactions and what you are convinced of in your take on all the ways I fall short and don't talk the way you imagine someone should, I'm not going to address it. I didn't want to mention any of this. I wrote a whole post about it a couple of months... several months ago and did not mention the principles involved because I was concerned about how some might take it. Let people believe what they like. I KNOW what I have... otherwise I know very little at all.

God is GREAT and cannot be known but can be experienced and those being led BY ANYONE or ANYTHING will surely discover as they go how real and true the one they speak with turns out to be. This is how it has been for me. "By their fruits ye shall know them" applies to the highest just as it does with any person one might know. There are many deceivers 'out there' and 'in there'. One must try all sources and entities as they go and consider whether it proves out or not. This I have done and I am overjoyed beyond the capacity to describe it, concerning what I speak of. People are free to think whatever they wish of me. What counts is what God thinks of me and what I think about God. It is a private affair, unless it spills over in whatever way the supreme will of the almighty desires.

I could go on and on and I already have but this is enough. I claim nothing of or for myself other than the ever growing awareness of the Indwelling. As much as I can ever say will be in the new book, "Practicing the Presence of God" which is getting near completion. That will contain as much as I can ever say on the matter and let people see and judge it as they will.

Go with God and may your way be blessed and successful. This discussion is over from this end.

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

Crocodile Tears of Dead Man Departing and set to Song as in the Silence God Waits.

Visible said...

M... Email is better. Life will manage all circumstances if it is left in the hands of the Ineffable who will attend to all of that. Now is not a good time at all but as the spiral of light goes upward all things are resolved. Leave everything in the hands of God and rely of that inner light which will expand within. I will apply one of my abilities and bring clarity across distance. I can always ask for another. I cannot ask for myself. So... all should be well. Let time pass and the sky, the trees the very grasses on the ground will speak.

This causes great difficulty and turmoil. Let the invitation be clear and indisputable. Let it have hard physical evidence. Do not act of whims or interior informers. Leave it all be and it will be handled in its time. You MUST trust this and peace will come and harmony will manifest within in regard to all things. I promise this so, in the words of A Beatle; "Let it Be."

Anonymous said...

On a lighter note

Still got new age twinkie playing in my head

New lyrics for the NWO - GMO-5G-Nanobots and all that jazz

I'm a new world twinkie - Used to be guy - Now I am a girl and I don't know why.

It's a work in progress on this rainy December day. and great therapy.

Dog Bless Les



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