Thursday, July 31, 2014

The Walking Wounded Victims of Each Other.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

“Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!” Hmmm, Those peace loving Israelis just blew up a shopping center and killed a whole lot of people who thought a cease fire was on. Wait! What's this? The IDF is investigating. Well now, that should chill out all the heat in the room. I remember when one of these lovely fellows shot a ten year old girl with a backpack; probably had little stuffed animals hanging from it... and following that, this defender of the realm and an employee of Crime Syndicate Banker Nation then trotted over to her writhing form and emptied his clip into her, or, as they like to call it, “confirming the kill.” Not everyone can shoot ten year old girls in cold blood, or fourteen year old girls hanging their laundry on rooftops but when you are an Israeli and you work for a regime that stole a country away from the people you are genociding, it's all in a days work. From what I remember, nothing happened to the fellow. He might have gotten a promotion. He certainly got some sort of compensation for having to suffer so much bad press and... if that's not justice then uh... uh... hmmm.

Some of us have hearts that are more than physical pumps for the blood supply and some of us have no hearts at all. Some of us aren't human. I was reading recently where 'someone' said, 'most of the Israelis oppose the killing and occupation'. This is not true. Most of them support it big time. During Operation Cast Lead, 94% supported it. I doubt much has changed from there to Operation Protective Edge of Darkness, which is the present ritual, religious sacrifice being ceremonially engaged in. Shitwityahoo just called up 16,000 reserves. Yeehaw!!! Smoke em cowboy!

You probably think this is overkill. You probably think this ceaseless murder of women and children, along with men defending a disappearing landscape with antique weapons, sticks, rocks; against one of the most cutting edge military forces on Earth, is all in a days work. Some of you might wonder at the naked carnage and banned weapons, in a conflict based on a triple kidnapping that had nothing to do with the people being blown to pieces. You don't have to wonder. We are not dealing with human beings here. We are dealing with monsters and though it seems unnecessary and inappropriate for the cosmos to press these creatures into acting out and demonstrating what they are, apparently it is necessary to do this in order to wake the world up; good luck with that! Shitwityahoo probably ordered the killing of those 3 teenagers in the first place.

Someone wrote in to tell me that Putin's mother is Jewish and I should know what that means. I'm guess he got that info from this article, which is attributed to an easily (not so) identifiable source known as Russian Patriot. If you search hard and look beyond the first couple of pages in the search engines, you come up with a whole lot of conjecture, which amounts to squat and which is designed to vilify Putin. Please look at the comments below the article. I don't know if Putin is part Jewish or Lemurian, Doberman or Spider Monkey (or all of the above) and I don't care. Despite the fact that it can look that way these days, all Jews are not bad. Lucky for me, in my life, I've met some number of fantastic people who happen to be Jews. Some of them saved my ass more than once, with no desire for payback beyond the good karma it will certainly bring them. So I don't give a flying uh... whatever is supposed to follow that. I don't give a (fill in the blanks) whether someone is Jewish or not, all I care about is what Jesus said, “By their works ye shall know them”.

This is a world of deception. What? You didn't know that? Yeah... the world is a constantly reproducing visible lie, identified by appearances, which are a cover for something they wiggle and belly dance in front of. The degree to which these appearances influence your idea of reality is based on the thickness of the Samskara scarves tied around your head and over your eyes. The main job of Mr. Apocalypse is to tear those scarves away from your eyes, so that you might see things as they are; “I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see.” Along with this duty at which he is ceaselessly employed, is his other duty of ripping the covers off of everything that is hidden behind something that looks like something other than what it is. Tearing the Samskaras from your eyes, through the methodology of some experience of personal revelation, or tearing the covers off of deceptive appearances through personal trauma, or the reverse for either, is another big part of Mr. Apocalypses job description.

What are we to take away from the idea of a Mr. Apocalypse, or failing at the ability to picture such a being, what do we take away from the concept of an apocalypse? Where would such a thing come from? It appear to be some kind of seasonal event; not as frequent as Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter but no less routine despite that. What are we to make of certain images that repeat themselves in the great art presently hanging in large buildings, to be found in any city past a certain size? What do we make of (what any halfway intelligent person can hardly avoid seeing) the strange conflict between the way things appear and the way they actually are? What do we make of powerful individuals lying all the time? Would any truly powerful individual have to lie? What do we make of the world wide pandemic of billions obsessed with the acquisition of material goods? What do we make of various other pandemics waiting in the wings? What do we make of strange weather and natural disasters... especially the truly large ones looming over the baked agricultural fields, along with 20 million gallons of water roiling up from a broken pipe under Sunset Strip (during a water crisis)? Isn't that the same Sunset Strip (“Kookie, kookie, lend me your comb”) where the sewage boiled up on to the red carpet not so long ago?

There are various ways you can see it all. You can figure that this is just Planet Pinball and however the random back and forth goes down, that's how it winds up. Then again, how does that explain the fact of history repeating itself? You can ascribe it all to an invisible fat cat with a long white beard and a really stern demeanor, who waves a big wand over everything and controls everything according to his personal whimsey of the moment. Or... you can say that there is more than meets the eye and ear and that, though we are not able to apprehend it, there seems to be some kind of symmetry to it all. Some people take things on faith, with no provocation to prove or disprove any of it. They heard something and they believed it and that's that. Some people take things on faith and also submit it all to ruthless analysis and testing. Some people believe whatever they are told from one day to the next, even when these conflict to an absurd degree but we don't have to concern ourselves with that group and they aren't much concerned about themselves either. Whatever happens to them, no one is going to remember them anyway.

There are some people who only believe what serves to advance their self interest. There are people who think if you worship the devil you'll be like bros and homies. Somewhere on this planet is a representation of every possible perspective and belief. Believing something doesn't make it so and not believing it does not make it not so. It is what it is if it is.

We've been told by some that we are all dreaming. I submit that it is the essential being within that is dreaming and we are the dream it is having. Sometimes it wakes up inside of you while you are still tooling around the place and that more or less changes everything for you from then on. You'll never be the same again and neither will the world you are moving through. Infection is not an, all the time, negative. What about infectious laughter? I submit that there are some number of reversed Typhoid Marys moving around among us and that is something I aspire to. It would be great to have something powerful and intoxicating, possibly invisible that can be communicated to passing life forms, not necessarily comprehended at the moment of transference but at some point up the road. We all leave our mark on each other. This whole world is a walking wounded field hospital of the victims of each other. In some cases the grievous injury took place too long ago to remember but the bad attitude that followed after is still following after; looking for someone else to do it to. We all leave our mark on each other. We are all an influence. We are each like a kind of weather that we bring into the lives of others; given that one gets that there are others about and that that means anything at all.

Some say 'this' is important and some say 'that' is important and whatever it is that anyone thinks is important, they are probably getting after that in some way or another. The greater the collective that thinks any particular thing is important, the greater the temporary cachet that attends it. I was looking at some of the paintings that are considered to be of great value. Some of these paintings are worth tens and hundreds of millions of dollars, according to what people are willing to pay for them. Try as I might, I could not get into the mood. I lack something, obviously, because I could care less about having any of them and that goes for just about anything that can be bought and sold. Most of the time I don't get it. I just don't.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: Mr Apocalypse is Coming by Les Visible♫ Mr Apocalypse is Coming ♫
'Mr Apocalypse is Coming' will feature on a forthcoming Visible album, sometime in 2014
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Friday, July 25, 2014

Through all the Darkness of this World, the Sun is Still Shining

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It has been a feature of my life that I read a lot of books and that includes a preponderance of novels. The last four novels that came into my hands were bad enough that I had to throw them away before finishing them. I now find myself in possession of the latest offering from Frederick Forsyth called, “The Kill List”. This author is one of the most popular out there and he's written some compelling efforts, most notably, “The Day of the Jackal”, “The Odessa File” and “The Dogs of War”. I don't usually buy his books for the same reason that I don't read Tom Clancy and that is because the subject matter is not in my area of interest but... I got this book and I have to say, after only a few pages, I found myself stunned... shocked! This is one of the most wet colon works I have ever seen. It is a word for word duplication of the official lies concerning 9/11, Bin Laden, Omar and all the other fall guys listed in the official fantasies. It's as if someone was standing over his shoulder and dictating to him what he was supposed to say. It's also an example of some of the most piss poor writing I have ever had the displeasure of coming into contact with. It's as if some unseen entity came by with one of those astral vacuum cleaners and sucked every bit of talent and ability out of this now bankrupt word clown.

This guy is one of the richest and most successful writers of fiction around. On the first page he is referred to as an INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST! He possesses 'effortlessly cool reality and insider information' What a hoot! I've been noticing the widespread knuckle under epidemic for some time from artists of every stripe. The people who sign the checks (and we know who that is- the same people who print the money) have apparently laid down the law and the majority of these hacks, already in possession of more money than they will ever spend, have bobbed their Nodwell heads and said, “Yowsah Boss! I'm not saying that this author hasn't written pro forma, party line garbage before. He has but this... you really have to read the first couple of dozen pages to see what I mean. Even though it is a new paperback and worth something (for reasons I cannot fathom), I am going to tear it apart and throw it in my waste can. I intend to spare any future reader, who might come into possession of this copy, the potential agony of wading through it and I don't want it on my karma that I left this laying around for anyone to pick up. Let me pause right here and tear this book apart. Oh yeah! That did it.

It continuously amazes me what people will sacrifice and toss aside in order to stay current and in good standing with the status quo; integrity, out the window, dignity, ditto, honor... let me help you out, which way did you come in? Compared to sucking up to the master race and getting to shake hands with mass murderers, how can these qualities compare in value? I'm guessing that regardless of their political persuasions, most people, given an invite to meet the monster in the white house, or any of the other movers and shakers would not hesitate. I'd send a quenelle and an apology card about a scheduling conflict. I might even mention that I am already firmly committed to go and watch the moss grow on a particular tree in a particular woodland setting.

You got to hand it to them and... the cosmos certainly is going to do that. They got some stones to go bombing hospitals and schools. In no other race on Earth are MOST of the members evil but that is the case with this one. World wide outrage is shaking the atmosphere. Few believe their transparent BS. Meanwhile, it's 24/7 “Putin is Evil!!!” The world as we knew it is in the shallows of the river bed and the dam has broken upstream. There is a roaring sound in the air but most everyone has no idea what is causing it. Is it a train? Is it a low flying aircraft? Is it Netanyahu farting out of both sides of his mouth? Sooner or later, mostly sooner, in cases like this, sound turns into substance.

What kind of race of creatures, simulated humans but not human, goes on TV and says that the only way to stop the freedom fighters whose land you stole is to rape their wives and daughters? Right along with all of the horrid statements and acts of these rabid Morlocks comes the two houses of the American Congress passing bill after bill supporting Israel. They're falling all over each other to out Israel First each other. They sold out their country. They betrayed their constituents... it can't end well and it won't. Any minute now... any minute now, some form of gamechanger is going to hit and nothing will ever be the same again. That's a good thing if it means it will never the the same again as it is now.

I don't know what the relevance of these things are. We live in a slaughterhouse and as time has gone by the very worst among us have risen to the highest points of temporal authority. What this means is that they have gone as far as they can go. They have turned on the lights. They have stepped out upon the stage and they have identified themselves through word and deed to the eyes of the world. They have made the necessary spectacle of themselves for the purpose of demonstration and it cannot be undone. They may think they are one-eyed Jacks but we have seen the other side of their face. It is not for us to walk in their footsteps and those who in ignorance applaud the carnage they leave in their wake, they have dammed themselves as well. It is as it should be.

Our calling is to amplify our love. The heart is a muscle. Any muscle will grow strong if you exercise it. We must apply the action of a bellows upon the flame of our love and fan it into a conflagration. Love is the universal solvent. It is the cosmic vitriol. It reduces everything to its essential being and illuminates or consumes it. Love is the most personally limited and misunderstood of all our assets. It is so much more than we will ever fathom or comprehend. It is the incandescent lifeblood of the soul. It is the magic carpet of continuance. It is eternal and it renders those who possess it immortal because they share in its nature. There is no stronger force in all the universe and though we nay not recognize it, it is what animates us and gives us life. Though we mis-handle and misunderstand it, it understands us very well.

We are composites of many things and all of them war for supremacy in our being. It is for the one thing to which we give the greater portion of ourselves to define us accordingly. Why should that not be love that becomes stronger in us than any other thing? We are not commanded or compelled to love everything in everyone. Rather we are commanded and compelled to find something, even if it is only one thing, to love in every other thing and which will feed and nourish that one thing to the exclusion of all else and cause it to grow in a greater proportion to everything else in every living thing. It is the shining sun at the center of our being that shines on and gives sustenance to everything it is directed at. We water it with our tears of sorrow and joy.

It is common during our time here to feel that we are private when we are not private, alone when we are not alone and unseen when we are seen at all times. The very judgment of our being looks out from our eyes as we proceed from that first event of our arrival, to that final event of our departure. Even if this were not true, we would be a far better person to live as if it were and the beauty is that it is true. It is, to me, the most obvious of everything. I can hardly look at anyone or anything without it soon revealing this very truth to me.

Nature and the cosmos are personified in giving. There is not a mature fruit bearing tree that does not bring forth more fruit than any one person can eat. There is not a moment that the greatest of all object lessons, the sun, does not shine upon us. Has it gone to the other side of the world? It is still shining. Have the clouds obscured it? It is still shining. Truth is like that. In times like these it can become completely obscured but it's still there. It is there for those for whom the pursuit of it is a grand passion. That is who it will reveal itself to. Even if it were glittering like a mountain of diamonds in the city square, it would still be obscured from the eyes of the profane and when it by grace or great effort deigns to reveal itself it is always an internal matter. We become what we pursue. We become that which is the greater compulsion in each of us.

Our destiny is nothing more or less than our arrival at that place where what we love the most resides. Collectively and individually, people can turn their world into shit or the truest gold. Intention defines the product and where love has been employed in its fashioning, I will leave it to your imagination what the result must surely be. Amplify your Love. Exercise your love. Make it the primary occupation of your life. Let it take you and remake you according to the form and function of the mysterious author of it. It came from somewhere... trace it back. Love is conscious. It you are looking for Love, Love is looking for you.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: I Have to Walk in the Sunlight by Les Visible♫ I Have to Walk in the Sunlight ♫
'I Have to Walk in the Sunlight' will feature on a forthcoming Visible album, in 2014
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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Here in the Kingdom of the Doomed Serfs

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My your noses always be cold and wet.

It's official, insofar as I an be considered official, based on the credibility of my reasoning powers, that Snowden is a Snowjob. This is the same diversionary disinfo shit that we have seen time and time again from Liars Incorporated; a division of International Central Banks. Why anyone bothers to pay any attention to this guy or his Mossad handler, Greenwald, is beyond me. Yeah, that's the way they do it. They snag some undercover, enterprising journalist and set him up as an oracle of truth and they team him up with a renegade spy that is still a spy, for the purpose of disseminating redacted portions of half truth for the purpose of keeping the same old same old operational.

I don't know what's taking this next false flag so long. They're looking to kill at least 3 birds with the same stone is what I think. I don't know what the point of busing tens of thousands of illegal aliens into a landscape of broken economies and middle class devastation is. I can see there might be a demand for young hookers of both sexes and probably they will vote democrat and maybe it's got something to do with organ harvesting or... they just need a larger servant class. I don't know. What I do know is that it's past weird. It's gone more than 45 minutes past weird and that is pretty weird.

It is such a multi dimensional jumble at the moment that attempting to make sense of it is a senseless act.. In Jolly Old England they are tossing the geriatric paedophiles under the double decker buses. This means the heat is getting too intense for the more powerful ass bandits in The Parliament and elsewhere. They don't bother much with this in the US. Apparently the hands off policy there is more intense. So... you might think, on the one hand, Mr Apocalypse is ringing the bell big time, while the rats and cockroaches scurry beneath the harsh florescent kitchen light. It's hard to tell what is coming down via the ineffable and what is coming up via the ruling class of the loathsome zones. They say you can't tell the players without a score card. You can't tell in this case regardless, so why not just roll that scorecard up, stick it in your ass and set it on fire? Maybe it will help you focus your thinking... eh wot?

It's long past the point where it is obvious that a large portion of the small portion and a significant portion of the larger portion, needs to be wiped off the face of the Earth. Failing that, those of us who have suffered in silence and at the top of our voices, need to be relocated somewhere where it's not Shit Salad and bad music all day long. Mind you don't step in the dressing.

Of course, I and... some of you, have known that these reprobates have been evil incarnate for some time. There's nothing new here and they replenish their ranks from the battlefields and groves of Academe. The ongoing false pretence is that these self righteous vampire bats are serving their country by helping to bring down Hell and High-water on everyone else. There is no country however, there is only the vast leasehold and private property of the banks, which you move back and forth through every day, here in the Kingdom of the Doomed Serfs.

The other day the terrestrial Zionist army of His Satanic Majesties forces blew up four children playing fussbol on a beach in full view of the international journalists. They do this shit as routine. Then they shrug their shoulders and come up with some sort of non mea culpa, collateral damage rap. “Yes, it was unfortunate. It probably wasn't right but... whatta ya gonna do?” Stating the obvious, there is a special place in Hell for these freaks. For the moment, they are allowed to mount crime upon crime until the rising tower of it disappears into the clouds. Sooner or later though, payback is coming through the swinging doors, along with Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner. Boy... if I ever wished I had super powers, it's now and you may be certain that there would be no moment of hesitation on my part. I know that probably makes me less than realized but... that's how it is and I will take the job if no one else wants it.

Meanwhile... all these world crises continue apace; the food crisis, the water crisis, the environmental crises, the economic crisis, the press for war crisis, the religious insanity crisis and of course, all those other crises that don't look like a crisis until the walls fall in upon them.

Let's segue out of this same shit different day travelogue and digress into the personal; where I am now and what's up with it.

Yesterday morning they loaded me into a taxi and shuttled me 120 k south to the Czech border. This clinic is ensconced in a pristine mountain region in the bustling metropolis of a small town. It's a classy, more or less, upscale place, going by the food and the look of the inmates. Although everyone is here for some kind of rehab, I suspect that half of them just decided to come here for the company and maybe a little light calisthenics because fully half of them are strolling around with those forearm crutches which seldom touch the ground. Oddly enough, so far, I seem to be the most injured of the lot, meaning I have the toughest time getting around and until this morning I would have said my days here were numbered. There's a whole lot of constant pain in my situation and after having moderate but insufficient pain medication at the hospital, they put me on Ibuprofen here and that was about as efficient as a rope net umbrella, leading to a sleepless night and my following refusal to cooperate further. I should add that my room is at the end of a very long hallway. When you catch the elevator down you have an even longer hallway that finally leads to the dining area or anywhere else you are likely to want to, or have to, go. I'm talking hundreds of meters.

I'm only around ten days out of the operating room and only a couple out of bed, for brief attempts at movement with my Johnny (stroll) Walker and it didn't take much coming and going over these distances to reduce me to a state of mute (and sometimes not so mute) agony. So... I wouldn't leave my room and finally the doctor came by to yell at me which resulted in my getting a medication upgrade. It ain't much but I can get around now.

The people here are unfailingly polite, in diametrical opposition to the hospital and I met a young nurse who works here, who literally stepped out of the pages of a fairy tale and who, it seems, has been spending some amount of time on the internet researching me. For someone with such a small grasp of English she knows a great deal, which she was most inclined to quiz me on earlier. Something like this happens most everywhere I go and I attribute it to the ineffable tossing a certain amount of charged confetti into my environment, possibly to keep me engaged when it would begin to look like I held very little interest in going on; things being what they are. She's quite beautiful and I seldom use that term unless it's a package deal; classically sculpted features, with a radiant softness of being that understates it all.

Anyway, if you've got something functional laying about in your cabinets somewhere, email me and I will give you the address. In the meantime I am rehabbing to the extent of what my pain threshold permits. I'll be here for 3 weeks.

What I mentioned just recently brings to mind a condition that I think all of us are familiar with but which has no defining term (or maybe it does but I don't know what it is), where you encounter someone and you know immediately that you will impact on one another's life in some way. I'm not talking about anything as pedestrian as sexual attraction, though it bears a similar association to it, in that it has something to do with dynamic magnetics. Somehow this feature can build all on its own without any conscious input from either party. The encounter can be brief and not possessive of any significant amount of exchange (in an obvious sense) but there is an exchange and it continues on with you. I remember to this day other examples, where the black boxes of the ships in the night both absorbed some form of mathematical message and it integrated into the greater gestalt of it all.

Okay... I'd like to ask every reader who lives in this country I am in to email me as I have a question for you. Carry on.


Visible and The Critical List: La Vierge Sperme Danceur by Les Visible and The Critical List♫ The Clicking Mandibles ♫
'The Clicking Mandibles' is track no. 4 of 8 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'La Vierge Sperme Danceur'

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La Vierge Sperme Danceur by Les Visible and The Critical List


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Saturday, July 12, 2014

You and I and What Lies in Between

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

Sometimes real life can impact so greatly upon a person that the ability to comment on life external becomes limited. Maybe that's a good thing. What can one say about the world outside that isn't already known or roundly ignored already? Well, there's a great deal one could say, since the world external is only a projection of the world internal. It has to make you wonder what is real. It also might make you remember those haunting words that echo across time; “what is truth?”

I engaged in some of my most spirited metaphysical and philosophical conversations these last two days with Michael, who was kind enough to travel some distance to see me and to get me on the internet. He's a pretty amazing fellow who carries a certain amount of personal tragedy around with him as if it were an asset. I'm thinking that's the only way to fly. Though I have no idea why what happened to me happened to me, except to say that it came about through mysterious force, for the very purpose of its happening, I am assured beyond the reach of evidence to support it that it happened for a very good reason. Something feels very right about this thing that would ordinarily be seen as very wrong.

Anyway, I noticed something that I haven't experienced in some time and that is what happens when two minds in possession of a certain amount of information and available perspectives get together and catalyst occurs, producing something more than the sum of its parts. It makes you high. I'd forgotten about that aspect of human interaction, given the amount of time I have spent in solitude these last years and... there I was, going into even deeper solitude, it seemed, until this happened.

I'm left with a bit of a dilemma. Second guessing the ineffable, at least on my part, very often leads to teaching moments, attended by some degree of pain; even as has been noted most recently... a great deal of pain. Did I second guess the ineffable though? I can't see where that happened given that I had to go somewhere. If anything, I was hesitant in making any choice and knowing for certain whatever it was it would disappoint someone. So... now... I am directing myself to a place where I will be accessible to a pretty large number of people and where I can employ all of whatever skills there are that I possess, on a regular basis. Then I'm going to leave the door wide open to whatever it is that the invisible has in mind for me. It might be this very thing. One thing for sure, I will definitely be having a social life if this comes to pass and it is certainly doable.

I was riding a wheel chair down into the garden today, as opposed to using a walker, given the distance involved and I started singing. What a surprise! The accident (there are no accidents) had affected the quality and timber of my voice. It was noticeable. How does that work? Talk about mysterious ways.

I wish I could share with you the contents of the conversations that took place these last hours but I suspect they will find their way into the blogs as time passes because everything meaningful and useful does; that is, if I am any judge of what that might be. Let me just say 'meaningful' and 'useful' to me. One thing I remember and... I don't recall the context now but it had to do with awareness and truth, or as Michael prefers to call it, L'exactitude... anyway, I was saying, “You know, so long as we are manifest (except in special circumstances) we are engaged in some variant of subject/object, perceiver and perceived. We might even say, deceiver and deceived. No matter what, unless the flow of knowledge is of the sort of which Patanjai spoke, we're going to fall short of the deeper and more essential meaning of anything. However... however, so long as we are aware of this in the process, something of value, leading in the direction of the heart's deepest desires will result. That is to say that if we have achieved the state where we are in constant remembrance of our limitations, all of our limitations will work in concert toward a greater liberty. We don't have to know why that is or what that is, only that it is.

It's like that form of inexplicable confidence known as faith. You feel certain that something you cannot prove is more real than the seemingly real illusions that veil it from us. The closest one might come is to say, “I can feel it”. Of course, in some cases, we have some amount of actual experience that confirms our certitude beyond the necessity of concrete physical facts to substantiate something that doesn't rest on them to begin with. It falls back upon my favorite explanation for how I get from here to there, presuming there is a difference and that is to say, in lieu of explanation “I have no visible means of support.” None of us do. What we have is our idea of what keeps us in place, that holds us together but... that can't be us, right? I can find a dozen examples right off the cuff of why that just isn't possible.

On and on it goes. As announced here back when those 3 got 'allegedly' kidnapped, we said it was a setup. It appears now that is the case. Meanwhile the borders and boundaries of good taste and credibility have now been pushed beyond anything seen before with news anchors showing the bombing of Gaza to be happening in Crime Syndicate Banker Nation. At the world cup some perspicacious individual got behind the announcers with a Shoa-ananas and gave the quenelle. The level of public awareness concerning this sorry spectacle of predators is rising like the New Orleans levies back when Brownie was doing a good job. Absolute insanity is going on at the American border.

More and more I am becoming increasingly aware of something of which I am pretty much completely unaware (detail wise); meaning... what The Hell is behind all these crazy antics? Is there purpose? Is it the logical expression of the illogical using the closest escape valve? Is it the invisible herders, herding the herders who think themselves to be that, you know, wolves in sheep's clothing with faux Egyptian Pharaoh outfits from Central Casting? Is it the denouement of the inescapable progression into ever more chaotic madness, which is the certain result of materialism, as it reaches its particular iron lung stage? I don't know and I'm sticking to it. Man! You'd think with all this empty land and all these disaster film extras crowded into the cities that there would be some piece of land somewhere that no one is using that I and my associates could build a snug cob house on and wait out the zombie apocalypse. It hurts to laugh but I'm laughing anyway and... I'm not laughing because it's funny.

I cannot see what it is that is so organized in its opposition to our having a community on the terra firma to match the one we have in our heads. On occasion I thought it was me but... the two times I had active engagements in this very thing, they were a success, right up to where they transliterated into the next thing (I know that word is not appropriate but I'm using it anyway). There has to be some kind of a term for a word that sounds like it fits in a place where it doesn't; similar to a word that sounds like what it is ...say... 'mellifluous'?

Although there is precedence for it (cave drawings and occult records, as well as snatches of garbled history), I haven't put a great deal of stock into the possibility of ships appearing in the sky for the transportation of those vibrationally tuned for it, or the appearance of portals opening here and there and accessible for those who can see them, or dramatic quantum jumps in awareness, where one is the spaceship or conveyance or what have you. I've thought about these things. I've mentioned them in passing. I've certainly dreamed about them and hoped after them and thought to myself, “What else could possibly work?” Sure... we could hardscrabble our way up out of the flaming fields of Armageddon via some scenario like “The Road” or any number of those, drawing their particular portrait of these uncertain times, once real uncertainty gets hit, once the Ring Pass Not gets passed, metaphorically speaking.

I would love to see some sleek saucer appear in the sky as I hobble down the street. I can hear my name being called, “Visible... are you ready?' Ah... duh. I don't know what a New York Minute is going for these days or what it is composed of, but I am pretty sure it is one of those situations where I could say, “Keep the change!”

For whatever the reason, I am personally more calm and optimistically focused than I can remember being in some while. It's completely out of realistic association with, at least, the appearance of my present state. I can't shake the feeling that something very good happened to me but... that makes no sense whatsoever.. We've all had that feeling that something good is going to happen, sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes the 'something good' is a less obvious thing. It slips into us in the dark of the night and we don't notice or remember what it was that happened, only that things are significantly different somehow. One cannot say in what way this might be true. Perhaps it is just in the way that everything seems easier to handle than it was and so there’s just that much less stress and insecurity.

Of all the things going on out there at the moment... which of them is important or meaningful? Which of them will endure and come to something more than a place for pigeons to roost, underscored by a placard that no one reads...”Harumph... harumph. This statue is to honor some dumb shit that got a whole lot of people killed.” or... “wankers of the world unite, throw off your shackles and here, put these on. More comfy eh?” Why can't there be a statue that says, “this monument is constructed to honor all of those who walked away from the stupidity and confusion of this ignorant world and refused to engage in activities that harmed their fellows. That will be the day.



End Transmission.......


Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ Spread Your Wings ♫
'Spread Your Wings' is track no. 1 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
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God in Country by Les Visible