Monday, December 19, 2022

"They Turn The Wheel of The Karma-Mill Where They are Yoked Like Slaves to Their Appetites... Desires... and Ambitions."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I was looking into The Sun at sunset yesterday, and I thought about that cult of long ago that, probably, has followers at all times... somewhere... given that religious fanaticism never goes away entirely. They intentionally stared into The Sun until they went blind as an act of devotion. That's just like religion, which is the worship of specific forms long since changed to reflect The Moment, IN... REAL... TIME. The blind Sun worshipers are an expression of the pathology that is religion. They... have... the... right... idea, BUT... they are- doing- it- the- wrong- way.

Just like Temporal Science is... now.

Whether it is the penitential flagellants of The Middle Ages or... the sex-freaks hanging on hooks from suspension racks, in search of some personal epiphany in a private Hell. Whether it be those who committed suicide on the altar of Hedonism or those who walked into the ocean to feed themselves to The Shark-God... they are all crazy.

Now we have an entire generation or two-three, who are going to dig up dead bodies and get them justice. They are going to comb the past for lice in the murky tresses of history... all snarled... tangled... and mostly... unrecognizable. They are the offspring of Torquemada, Savonarola, and Robespierre. They are going to make the smart people stupid... so that Dumb and Dumber are not offended. Jim Carey and Jeff Daniels have even turned into the characters they once played, in... real... life.

The vituperative rage and random violence of the impotent is something to see... from a safe distance. I seldom ever talk to anyone. I would not know what to say. I can't do chit-chat, it makes my skin crawl.

In different periods of time... certain terrible hysterias ran amok in human form. There were the witch-burners of one kind or another... who made regular appearances here. We are now witnessing the greatest collective insanity of all time. This is the terrible state that Materialism has brought us to.

More and more... I step away from The Madness. I haven't eaten out in years or... gone to a movie... or a concert or any public performance. I am working toward making my name my destiny; being... less... visible.

Having lived to a particular age, I can see in my own passage through time what has happened to me. Music I once listened to I no longer listen to. Now I listen to Pavarotti and ambient sound. The sort of books I used to read for entertainment I can no longer tolerate.

I don't spend much time around people. At great removes of time (these days) a friend may visit. Otherwise, except for my resident associate, I spend my time with The Sun and The Living Book of Nature.

I once sought to discover or create a community. God put paid to that in several ways. Now... I have that community. It... is... invisible, AND... visible in the moment, coming and going.

I'm not sure I could have sat still for this sort of thing a few decades ago. Now I cannot understand why I didn't do this for the whole of my life. God knows I tried... over and over... but it was not to be... until now.

I eat very little or... so I am told. It still seems like too much to me. I used to love watching football to see Tom Brady play, and now I see it is how basketball has been for me; since Michael Jordan's gone. It was the same with Muhammad Ali. I realize now that it was as The Gita says... wherever there is greatness and excellence... it is God demonstrating. That... is what attracted me. Now I look at football and I see a bunch of troglodytes pushing each other around.

The World appears to me as an enormous room filled with broken toys and the people who broke them. Little that others find meaningful holds any meaning for me. I am not disturbed by this. I am not angry. I am not cynical. I am just disinterested. It might seem that I don't care. I care a great deal, but ONLY about one specific thing. Everything else is simply a distraction or a seeming obstacle.

I want absolutely nothing that is here. Good riddance to all of it. I didn't want any of it for many years, BUT... I was meant to be banged from pillar to post on the gameboard of attractions and aversions, so that I could learn... unequivocally, the pointlessness of it all... and never... never... ever... forget... it.

How about The Rolling Stone's Killer Vaccine tour?

I always knew they were from The Dark Side of The Carnal Downtown. I could feel it in their music when I was on acid. All the different artists were revealed or exposed... to the prescient... through the psychedelic medium. Now they are going public in a big way by promoting... genocide... and... extended... torment... for... the... unsuspecting. By this time... anyone who is still unsuspecting is... likely... remarkably stupid or in a denial so great they can't get over or around it.

I realize how it looks, my friends. It appears ominous and menacing. Don't worry about it. This is ALL for The Purpose of Demonstration. People are falling by The Wayside all over... through Fear and enforced submission... through weakness... through opportunism and the hope of advancement in the ranks of The Rakshasas... through stupidity and innate compliance... through delusion and confusion... through immersion in Material Culture.

It takes a firm and consistent Faith... Shraddha... consistency of purpose... righteous intention... eye on the ball, to go in the other direction when The Whirlpool AND The Whirlwind are roaring outside your door; literally AND metaphorically.

There's no such thing as social justice. It cannot be implemented... no matter what extremes are introduced to enforce it, which is why most social reformers become mass murderers.

Justice is done here every day. It just doesn't meet the standards of those who see things only through a temporary, and... opportunistic- material lens, AND... it... never... will. Life always seems unfair to those who only see one side of the equation. They turn the wheel of the Karma-Mill to which they are yoked... slaves to their appetites, desires, and ambitions. They... are... going... in... circles.

The Dynamic is ACTUALLY a helix. It's the 3-D pinball-metaphor for Cause and Effect. We think we know... because of our capacity to label everything. That DOES NOT MEAN that we know what it is we are labeling. Meanwhile... the other side of Form is invisible to most eyes, so... we get The World we get with The Blind leading The Blind. Adam... according to a certain translation, means, “namer of things.”

When you can see where you are going (finally), it is your job to look out for all those who cannot see where they are going; in both senses of The Word; to be spatially and situationally aware... so you don't run into them, AND... ALSO... do not hinder their forward progress, while... getting... out... of... their... way. Yes... you are your brother's keeper. You are your brother at a different landing on the endless staircase.

A shepherd leads his sheep. The sheep trust him. He has his dog(s) who operate on the same level as the sheep and who speak his will.

Everything is a metaphor for something else, which is why The World is immersed in irony; as Cheops mystic symbol stands apart on Egypt's plains... speaking to trinities in formation (with Time added)... of love's demonstration upon a three-dimensional cross... bleeding palms suspended in thought... the vibrating archetype in living truth.

Symbols speak their own language. You need the code book. Angels have their own language, which translates into thought upon the sounding board of The- ATTENTIVE- Mind.

Like the Supreme Court justice said about pornography; “I can't define it but I know it when I see it.” I can't tell you what The Truth is but I know it when I hear it. I can't tell you what Love is, but I know it when I feel it. I can't tell you what beauty is, but I know it when I see it.

Let me include something fairly ironic. I have certain means at my disposal... to... often... not always, but often... discover who is talking at me through textured anonymity. It is not generally important to me to know these things, BUT... I can... if... I... want... to.

I've been creative with language since I started using it. This includes punctuation... CAPITALIZATIONS... implied sound effects... and... the... like, which are similar to musical notes for me, if... I... was... writing... notation. Now... just because you are annoyed by it is of no concern to me. Why is it that some people imagine I would care? I... do... not... care; just think of me as an e.e. cummings prototype for another time and place.

Like I said... I'm in a position to know who certain people are because they leave signatures... tracks in their wake.

Years ago, I had an occult bookstore in Woodstock, N.Y. I... and my friend... owned and operated it. We decided to go on an extreme garlic cleanse. This went on for a long time. Every morning we would make toast with crust-to-crust... sliced... garlic. You could only see the toast itself... occasionally. We also then sprinkled lots of cayenne pepper on it; two slices each. It was not a dish for the timid.

There were certain people that objected strongly. Here's the odd thing. These were the very people who objected to us in any case. We had a sudden and spontaneous flash, in.. a... moment... where we realized that they were vampires and we didn't want to be around them in the first place. It worked out perfectly. I have continued to eat garlic throughout my life. You cannot smell it on me now; and... why... is... that? The garlic has done its job and forced the poisons out. Vegetarianism was also a factor.

I use my constantly changing forms of expression for... emphasis. Sometimes I SHOUT SOMETHING OUT. If you don't like it, go... somewhere... else. Why CERTAIN people... the same people... would continue to visit me for more than a decade, speaks volumes for those in a position to interpret the meaning. I go through phases. We all do. In the not-too-distant future, I won't be doing this at all. I will be doing something else.


End Transmission.......

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Anonymous said...

Mas and Mas Visible
MERRY CHRIST.MASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cheerful Love Grizzly bear.hug

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Dayam, it seems your priorities totally overlap those of my psychic twin and I. It's like I could have written a few of these paragraphs. NOSTRILS TO THE SKY!

robert said...

Thank you for being, Les Visible, and permitting inner light to escape human-limited bounds in invisible brightness increasing!

I realize how it looks, my friends. It appears ominous and menacing. Don't worry about it. This is ALL for The Purpose of Demonstration. People are falling by The Wayside all over... through Fear and enforced submission... through weakness... through opportunism and the hope of advancement in the ranks of The Rakshasas... through stupidity and innate compliance... through delusion and confusion... through immersion in Material Culture.

In aiming to comfort a brother, I pointed to the analogy of smelting metal, in this case bronze:

As the heat rises to molten mass, all the dross, the gross impurities rise to the top of the crucible, to be simply wiped away with a skimmer, leaving cleaner and purer metal to be poured into the mold.

Hell is currently being raised, to be wiped off the stage, whether by hook or crook or by simple disintegration in the rising wave of ever more intense light of consciousness.

Cleaning the world of ages of sticky stains and dung dust requires moving all the furniture , disturbing all the demonic encasements and airing out all stale ailments.

While we watch with detachment, sights set on timeless sites, our hearts refuge is permission to reside in the eye of the storm.

Is it hard to do this?
Do we make it harder than it has to be?
Do we still care about nothing real?

What is the form compared to the perfection of the design and to the perfect Creator?
Is the meaning in the cheap knockoff of the ever-present moment?
Or in union with the Only Observer Who Loves Creation Completely ?

Is it Her soul we desire or the costume of the instant?
We find we can live on breath alone, as long as we breathe with Her.
Her beauty takes our breath away and returns with it a higher energy.

Will we make our crying cries of joy or settle for repetitious release of animal pain?

Which is the tougher act to follow?
Our cramping style of perpetual personal delusions, training for expiration
Or the high road/low road example of the Passionate Avatar parading inspiration?

How we answer this question is how we will experience planetary awakening...

Merry Christmas!

M - said...

That garlic toast sounds YUMMY!!!

Happy Yule to one and all.

Anonymous said...

even the pro-vax SJW types on reddit and twitter are starting to get nervous... they are finally asking outloud the question: is the reason the vaxxed get sick constantly related to the vaccine?

The horrifying truth is coming to the surface consciousness now. I'd guess chaos is coming soon.

Thanks for the reminder that God is in control and everything is under divine control, even the seeming chaos.

Stef64 said...

Dear Visible, Merry Christmas from Stef.

Kazz said...

Vis ~ 'The World appears to me as an enormous room filled with broken toys and the people who broke them'

I know the world can be an extremely painful place, I have the scars to prove it. Scars are a sign of healing though, and I give thanks every day for the Grace of God, which healed those wounds, and is still in the process of healing others. Each one of those scars are a testament to the dross which has been burnt away from my soul.

Vis ~ 'I care a great deal, but ONLY about one specific thing. Everything else is simply a distraction or a seeming obstacle.'

I get where you are coming from, because I too care deeply about working with God, to gain self mastery to align myself more fully with the Divine. All that falls outside of that falls by the wayside, but my love for God also includes nurturing those in my realm, and enjoying the company of others. I love the beauty of the physical world, which is a masterpiece that provides a deeper insight into the artist who crafted it. The world has such beauty that it takes my breath away, and yet at the same time there is a raw untamed viscousness that pervades through it. The world encompasses a very broad energy spectrum, which I see as essential in regard to it fulfilling the purpose for which it was created. 'Jacob’s ladder’ provides a bridge between Heaven and earth.

Vis ~ 'I want absolutely nothing that is here. Good riddance to all of it. I didn't want any of it for many years, BUT... I was meant to be banged from pillar to post on the game board of attractions and aversions, so that I could learn... unequivocally, the pointlessness of it all... and never... never... ever... forget... it.’

Technological and spiritual versions of other-worldly escape are indicative of an error in thought. They sin because they miss the mark. They run contrary to the creaturely conditions of human embodiment, and go against what scripture has to say about heaven and earth. Desiring to depart creation run’s contrary to God’s reason for creating humanity. God’s Will is to live permanently with mortals through the embodiment of The Living Indwelling Christ to transform sorrow into joy.

God is Emmanuel— “God-with-us”

You didn’t think God’s Creation was put here for the satanists, did you?

It is they who are temporary on this plain, not God’s people. WE ARE HERE TO STAY :o)

'Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.” (Revelations 21:1-27).


Luv Kazz

Duntoirab said...

Merry Christmas everyone.

Chinese Sneakers said...

You're the best.

Deeply indebted.

Merry Christmas, Vis.

Half-glass full, Cheers.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

I fergot. Yule is my holiday (What's a Pagan/Cathar to acknowledge, huh?), but merry Pancha Ganapati, Christmas, Yule, Saturnalia, to all, and for the REAL Jews; happy Hanukkah, and for the REAL Muslims, happy Jumada Al-Ula.

Marga teichman said...

I had the craziest dream with you in it, Les. I've been reading for over 11 years, and you've appeared before in my dreams a few times, but last night's dream was a doozy. You died, I'm sorry to say, or at least I got a message in my dream that you had transitioned to your next destination, and you left a message posthumously for us readers. We were told to go to the Bahamas where the message would be revealed. It was all very dramatic. When we went to the Bahamas, there was a curtain. When the curtain was pulled, there was a painting, with you in it. It was super 3-d, and then you opened your eyes and you spoke from the painting. I realized that you were not dead at all, but were being dramatic to deliver the message and you had had your body painted to look like you were in the painting. After all this, I did not get the message. argh. I was so distracted with the showiness. It was a large crowd of fellow path walkers that you drew to the Bahamas! Another time you appeared to me on a beach in Hawaii, but it was low-key compared to this dramatic dream. Bowing with gratitude for your words all these years! ~ Marga

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now=

"BECAUSE... Just as Sure as Misery Loves Company... You are Going to Find Yourself in a Crowd of Kindred Spirits."

Citizen Elle said...

Thank you, Les Visible, for gifting us with yet another extraordinary Visible Origami. My goodness, your words deliver well-timed soul medicine!

As you may recall, your Italian community vision was a major catalyst in my life. I was determined to be there and well, here I gratefully remain in this larger community vision of yours, both invisible and visible. And it's genuinely priceless.

Like Chinese Sneakers said... You're the best. Deeply indebted.
Like Marga said... been coming here well over a decade and "bowing with gratitude for your words all these years" feels appropriate!

Blessings and love to you and your resident associate ~ Godspeed!

Visible said...

Well... I guess I should say something, Elle... Marga.. et al. I try to avoid this because I am only incidental to the process. I know this in a way I cannot communicate. It is true though. God is the player here. I am just one of his toys.

That dream thing has been taking off lately. It's something I hear about via dreams themselves or email rather than comments. Usually, it means something hidden or out of sight being revealed or brought into focus in the near term.

Thank you, the feeling is mutual... God is great.

My friends, in the future... if I am less coming forth than I could be, it is from a simple lack of not knowing what to say... so

Thank you AND Good Day! (grin)

Marga teichman said...

Beautiful. Thank you for your response, Les! I just wanted to pop in quickly and wave toward

Citizen Elle, as kindred ones are a rare sighting. Blessings. x marga

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