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Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there and just because you can doesn't mean it is.
Here we sit in the intermittent drip; the inclemency of a Chinese Water Torture of falling moments, in an agonizing redundancy of the unnecessary, endless plodding of time, beaten on an anvil and stretched beyond all lingering integrity of form and tensile capacity. It's some kind of limp, dead lamprey that continues to suck away vitality and hope like light sucked into a black hole. Zombies march up and down the sidewalks, into the malls and on to the food courts, ordering any one of hundreds of versions of crispy critter, dipping fingers, glazed with demon semen, spattering the Formica as it makes its way to each yawning and cavernous mouth.
There they sit, side by side, like Roman statues from some long ago polytheist display in a freaky frieze, columnar forest of marble, a postern into the past. The two great low gods of Materialism, rampant on a field of blood. The Lords of the Stomach and the Groin. Lesser deities are arrayed, in no particular symmetry of order, given the disorder of their collective impact on manifest life. There's Greed off to the side, with Parsimony and the handmaidens of self interest, dressed like whores in an after hours bank. They're caught in the frozen space of a timeless bacchanal. Their twisted and immobile limbs are entwined like Liana vines. Their faces show the evidence of their torment, in reaching for what cannot ever be found in the pursuit of so many little deaths, in search of the greater annihilation. Surely they will find it as they always do; remorseless and persistent in their search as any seeker after the light.
In the end, it will not be the sudden and sweeping catastrophes that later stir the memory of what was and no longer is. It will be the seemingly never ending drip of moments, falling and falling and falling. Why did it take so long? One is left with the thought that it could only be compassion and mercy, awaiting some epiphany of transfiguration in the heart and mind. Time is given for change, yet still the zombies march. Their ears are tuned to the bellowing horns of the mastodon god of the stomach and the lamia snakes of the groin. They say Lamia came from Libya but now... she lives in L.A.
Birth and death, reach across the darkness of the unknown like a handshake. It's not the pain of any one life that is the great tragedy. It is the persistent continuation of life after life after life, in a reckless grasping after the same disappointments that brought about each previous termination of being. Scripture tells us that the span of these lives can be counted in the millions. That great Buddha, the Amitabha, has reincarnated many, many times for the single purpose of manifesting a heaven where any sincere and devoted aspirant can achieve all of his or her remaining births in. How wonderful is that? Imagine the dedication required to turn the full attention of every life to the accomplishment of this singular goal.
Jesus Christ did this. He minted the passkeys into every area of his father's house, where there are so many mansions, of which he said, "If it were not true, I would not have told you so." Don't ask a fundie about what this means. The very idea is anathema to them. The thought that the kingdom of heaven might contain a space for every righteous faith, righteously practiced... the horror! The Horror!
I can hear the continuing drip, as gravity pulls the increments of time from the leaves of the trees that surround me. Not every pain is physical. This hurts as much as anything and is strong testimony that I do not understand. I don't get it anymore than I get being beaten and battered in recent times, when I was so sure that portion of my worldly suffering had passed. Sometimes one's suffering is not about notes come due, as much as it is about the addition of magnitudes to the final harvesting of the self. The ineffable likes to pile on. If you can pull one carriage, then why not two, or three? There is the appearance of something sadistic in the whole affair but we will, once again, chalk it up to my not understanding what is going on.
Certainly the message is not to seek after self improvement, not to rebuild your being or seek an even keel of discipline in daily application because you might be rendered unable to eat and... so it is. You might be rendered incapable of being capable of affording the necessary healing ministrations because that industry is only for the rich. I'm sorry I can't go into the details because they are as mind boggling as they are amusing. Of course, the amusing part requires you to be insane. Check!
The dripping goes on. The tormented free fall of the water, slowly plunges to the Earth. It is hard to see any movement. It all goes by so slow, like the ooze of snot from a corpse in January, lying somewhere in a cold and abandoned field. It will be spring before anyone finds him. It is like amber in flow and you got to ask yourself how that fly got in there.
The still life of existence as a desiccated cornichon would have been a more suitable subject for the impressionists, rather than women in long skirts and big hats by some lakeside. I suppose the attraction of the work of the impressionists has to do with the way the paintings mirror human memory, reducing the sharp outline of features into a blur; time lapse photography, acquired through a dirty lens. Maybe it's all that dust, all that dancing dust that somehow helps to make a rainbow with the endless drip in tandem to some end, so far unrevealed.
Peter Piper picked a pack of desiccated cornichons; screaming suppositories for those feckless gods of the moment. I could creatively suggest more appropriate suppositories but I suspect, as in every case previous, that it does not fall into my job description which, from what I can gather, has to do with experiencing the falling drip; shaking like a bass playing Parkinsonian here, Boss.
We've come all this distance in the posting, in between the drips, possibly in between only one drip and another. I look up at the trees and I see the thousands of drips that await, pendulous and heavy, they await the call of the Earth but Time has conspired with Gravity to go contrary to their own nature. Well... where's the surprise? Isn't most everything going contrary to its own nature these days? We are an amalgam of all the things that we don't throw away.
I told a lie the other day; something very much out of character for me and I have to wonder, is it because of the multitudinous drips awaiting? Is it because of the unbearable intervals and interims that are stacked up over some metaphorical La Guardia? Pushing tin here, Boss. We're playing at being an air traffic controller but we don't know the codes. All we know is enough to be able to yell, "Look out!" That's something though and preferable to silence, maintained in the hope that one might be able to pass by without having to get involved in the welfare of their fellows. Next thing you know, you've forgotten yourself and the whole idea of having to get anywhere at all. There's some kind of an answer there. I'll be leaving you now so as to study the matter more closely... drip... drip... drip...
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
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Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 06:39
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
My friends... I cannot remember where we were last and I am not motivated to go and look at the moment so we will just funnel this out and start the posting cycle from Mirrors. I seem to have patchworked together the capability to do this. We shall see.
By some mysterious process, both my computers; desktop and laptop went down on the same day. Then I had a serious event that put me down and almost put me out. I won't be elaborating on that at the moment, mostly because it was a supernatural event and the details of such do not always translate well in the short term. Suffice to say that the world may continue to wobble on its uncertain axis of change, along unpredictable time lines but my own personal saga is certainly coming to term; one way or another.
One of the reasons I say “I don't know” is because it is an accurate statement and it has never been more clear to me that this is so than it has in the last couple of weeks. Believe me, I would love to go into the details here but they are too fantastic, even for me, at the moment.
I've been thinking that maybe this isn't my best option, living in the jungle with little human contact. I have no way of knowing why the invisible is both my best friend and my worst enemy. I've even been considering insanities as alternatives. My situation is always so razor thin and that allows for little in the way of catastrophe and the unexpected. But who am I to argue with my circumstances? I am where I was put for the reasons I am put there and seldom does any intelligence concerning the why and wherefore come across my desk; so to speak.
I'm not complaining. Even with this latest series of inexplicable events, I remain on an even keel. If pain is an educative force then I probably have a PHD. I spent the last four months working my way up to over 300 pushups on one day and 400 situps on the next, along with all kinds of other strength training techniques that attend these. Now I watch my efforts melt away due to an inability to perform but... I expect that to go back to what it was shortly. There is some sort of cosmic opposition to my having a consistent regimen of meditation and training. If I am not so engaged there is no opposition. What is one to make of that? It astounds me!
Alright... we've just been laying out a little background without much in the way of explanation but, in many cases with the readers here, I don't think I have to explain anything. You are experiencing similar things in your own lives, even if they manifest in very different ways. I apologize for your not hearing from me. From the many emails I have seen (only today) some of you have been either highly concerned or simply missing the output. I wasn't in any position to respond and if I don't get back to you soon, fear not, I'll get some kind of a computer system back on line in a few days.
I'm sorry for taking up so much of the posting in this disjointed and rambling fashion. The truth is that I don't know what to say. Not only have I experienced events that are mindblowing on both the temporal and the spiritual planes in these past days but they are an order of a different magnitude. One thing it tells me is that everything else must be getting close too. Portals are opening. Doors are closing. The new age descends and the old age departs and everyone of us is to be judged in our hearts.
What just happened to me is so out there and around the bend that I have to think something powerful is taking place. It certainly made a lasting impression on me.
Let's move on to something possibly more pedestrian. A couple of months ago some chickens started coming over to my place. I thought they might be hungry and as I had been having smoothies with plant protein, Moringa and Creatine every morning, I had these papaya innards and other fruit compost and I started giving it to them. Then a mother showed up with a bunch of young chicks. They are all grown up now but... at this time I have a couple of dozen small chicks running around and 8 or 10 larger ones including a rooster and a lot of them have now taken to roosting in the trees around my dwelling. Maybe this is no big deal but from what I hear it hasn't happened before and they ostensibly belong to someone else. Here they are though. I don't eat chicken and I don't want to be the Lord of the Chickens. Some of their behavior is pretty peculiar too.
Some women came around a couple of days ago and were asking me a lot of questions. I got the impression that they had some kind of secondary cause to doubt my sanity. We had a lovely talk and they asked if they could come round again. This time there were two different ones and the same thing happened with a lot of laughter. I couldn't get any clear fix on just what they were doing coming to see me but my impression is that now I won't see them again, at least not in whatever capacity I saw them in in the past
People that I have known in some virtual way, with perhaps a brief terrestrial engagement, have been telling me they are going to do a specific thing. In one case this involves several months of time and there is no result. I'm used to a certain amount of wack in my life but the present level of wack has sent the ink trail off into the ozone. I try to analyze this from all possible points. Is this a breaking up of the fabric of reality? Is this some kind of enemy action involving sophisticated and weaponized currents and beams of vibration, information and provocation? Is this the results of new perceptions brought about by personal changes? Are others experiencing similar things? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
What I know is that some very basic things and conditions are no longer what they were. Formerly, more or less, tightly wired interfaces, are becoming frayed at the margins.
I remember a story I heard a long time ago. It was so long ago that the details have become somewhat blurred but I remember the point well enough to proceed to make it. There was this magician who took a pupil and began to educate him in the principals of the art. Now and again he would demonstrate something and blow the students mind. Time passed and for one reason or another the day came when the master had gone off somewhere and the student was motivated to try out something he had learned. He went through the motions and... lo and behold, it worked! This blew his mind. He was on tenterhooks until the master returned at which point he went running up to him in an excited state and told the master what had happened. The master, bemused, looked at him in an arch fashion-,for all I know he raised an eyebrow and he said, “Son, if you are going to perform magic, you have to expect it to work.”
This is one of those stories, examples... where it is more analogy or indirectly related to something that may not be the obvious target of the example but I'm guessing it relates to things hinted at here. This is not to say that I have been in the business of the practice of magic because the only magic that interests me is the one where you do nothing and it all gets done through you. What I am trying to say is that if a person is relentless and forceful in any direction they are eventually going to make some amount of progress in movement in that direction, or gain some facility in whatever it is they have focused their time and attention on. What this means is that eventually conditions and events that are peculiar to... whatever... are going to start manifesting. This is going to happen in terms of your diet, whether you exercise or not, who you do and do not associate with, what you do and do not do, What you think about and what you say and... what you don't think about and what you don't say and all of this and a thousand others influences that all make up the enormous complexity of each of us and it accounts for our personal karma, destiny and fate, along with any other term you want to throw in there, all come out of this collective of personal minutiae and, of course, meaning is given according to the window of time it is demonstrating through.
What I am saying is... whether we understand it or not, whatever happens is supposed to happen, I guess ...and whatever happens, we played some part in bringing it about. Well... let's see what's around the corner. Time passing after all.
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 08:15
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 03:53
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
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We've mentioned professional 'hot legs sex shill reporter', Abby Martin before. A couple years ago she jumped on Putin over The US financed, neo con orchestrated, Ukrainian coup, while working for RT. I'm guessing RT is only occasionally some form of veritas alternative press. This time she has come out in a full frontal exposure of who her paymasters are. They're feeling the heat over there in the Rothschild, Crime Syndicate, Banking Nation.
It's okay to expect a small town super market cashier or an Iowa farmworker not to be aware of the massive fabrications of the Holocaust Industry but to understand that a journalist, whose job it is to uncover political, cultural and historical inconsistencies, can be as completely (seemingly) ignorant as Abby Martin is, well... that is a stretch and a half. What makes such enforced denial even more outrageous is how she could also be ignorant of the Oligarch Jewish Banker responsibility for the tens of millions killed in Soviet Russia by the Jewish Cheka and who also murdered up to ten million in the Holodomor and another couple million, give or take, in the Armenian mass murder escapade; mere pocket change by comparison with their long haul of death and deprivation across the centuries. Have there EVER been predators and murders like this? Sure, the Mongol Khans did pretty well in the death numbers game, though they can't approach these monsters for reach and longevity. They did impress this genetic strain enough to forge an alliance, including intermarriage and god knows what kind of dark rituals as well.
One can be forgiven for not knowing the difference between Tartars and Mongols and Khazars. History is constantly being rewritten at the request of those who own the publishing media ...and the likelihood of being published if you stray from the party line is slim and none. The last paragraph of this short essay is revealing. There is no real difference between Tartars and Mongols. They're just different tribes and one absorbed the other some time ago; same with the Khazars and you can throw the Turks in for good measure, which adds something more than coincidence to the fact that it was The Young Turks who were behind the Armenian slaughter and, of course, The Young Turks are Tribe members. As wacky as Brother Nathaniel can appear on occasion, he usually has his facts in order. You'll note the name Kaganovich from that short essay earlier.
Murder and enforced torment is the bread and butter of these demons and they are hot at it today as ever they were; in Palestine, in Syria, in Yemen (through the crypto faction that call themselves Saudis), in Iraq, in Libya, in Egypt, in The Ukraine and in all those countries whose stability has been lost through Soros color revolutions. This is beyond dispute. You have to admit they have a strong appearance of power because everyone from The Pope on down to the fecal footsoldiers world wide, who march through the steaming sewage of lies shat out upon lies, are all under the command of this world's version of Sauron. It's not possible to get our heads around the sheer scale of the abuses being performed by these blood stained clowns. It goes on and on and on.
We live today in an apocalypse where all of these things are being revealed around the world. They know this and they are frantic to suppress the revelations but it will do them no good. Their time has come and what shape the judgment will take, I could not begin to guess. There's nothing accidental going on. If it is hard to see in operation well, that's the point. Also... the closer one is to the situation in terms of being a principal in the matter, the less likely one is to catch on. It's how those people who think they are smarter than anyone else are actually not very smart at all. When you press with incredible force to come into the limelight and do not catch on to the fact that it means you are exposing yourself before the eyes of the whole world... that isn't smart all all.
The world is upside down. What seems to be the heights of attainment are actually prison cells. What seems to promise freedom delivers bondage. It's how the world works in any time. It is especially how the world works in these times. Consonant with that, the drive toward acquisition is ratcheted up to a fever pitch. It's like the most intense pornographic videos playing inside their heads while they are also high on meth. I don't know if you know how intensely that amplifies it all and I haven't engaged in that particular cocktail but I've heard reports of those who have. It is like a whirlwind of fire in the mind and all those so motivated and infatuated are beyond reason. It is the road to certain death and they are pedal to the metal and you would see a grinning skull through the windshield because that is just what it is and that is just how it is but they don't see it. They only see the bodies they are crawling over on their way to inescapable judgment and they are doing it in broad daylight with the cameras running but the fever is all consuming. It is a ravenous parasite that devours the one overwhelmed. It s the moth to a flame. It's a cocaine orgasm in the mind but it's not a narcotic. It's generated by the host body, activated by infernal entities and it doesn't let up until one has left the building, which is why you never see any of them undergoing an attack of conscience.
Of course there is more to it than that but we're just making outlines in the sands of time and though you can measure the passage of time with sand, time does not make it's temporarily lasting impressions out of it. Imagine if you will, the kind of Karma invested in the bank of future experience by these wiz kids. Look at all these wars and those responsible for them. How long is it going to take to pay that back, with interest? My advice to anyone is to do your best to be a decent human being. If that means living on the edge of desperation, that desperation is temporary. Meanwhile, you are accruing Karma too. It's all karma here except for those with jivanmukti status.
Here is a little something that may have meaning or may only be something along the lines of The Harmonica Virgins. Notice of this was sent in by a reader. Is there a Star of Bethlehem association? If so, would this not somehow be connected to the long prophesied Return of the Christ. That makes sense given that the avatar cycle is carried out in roughly two thousand year cycles. That would be very good news if true. Sooner or later, everything we keep expecting from one sign and wonder or another will prove to be accurate. You know it's coming. I know it's coming. It's been a painful ride watching the last gasp of the psychopaths seemingly, endlessly parade across the screen of existence. It's all been for a very good reason. Things have to be done a certain way on the manifest. That's just how it goes.
I've been mad (on occasion) at the cosmos and the luminous intelligence that micro manages the falling of every leaf and sparrow. It has been brief but it has happened. So, I understand the continuing reactionary sound bytes from those who come around here chirruping about, “What kind of a God would permit yadda yadda.” This can all be chalked up to the incomprehensibility of the divine. We attempt to measure the mind and motivations of the divine with the poor and rudimentary tools we possess and... make no mistake that this is how it is. Unfortunately, for the majority of people, recognizing the degree of their personal ignorance and absolute truth that they do not know. Understanding that one does not know is a truly liberating thing. It wins the attention of the divine who knows everything that can be known and this eventually leads to one having access, through grace, to the mind of the almighty on every occasion where one might need to know anything and where the possession of such knowing is permitted. It's win win or it's lose lose.
The divine is a comedian, as much as many another thing ...and the management of our awareness is a full time concern How we come to learn and understand what we do is determined by our resistance to it; by the level of our arrogance, by all sorts of things and it is far far better to be without these than to be carried along on the river of existence because the almighty uses all of us for the purpose of demonstration and that can be kinder and gentler or not... or not.
There are many examples. Cardinal Wolsey comes to mind;
“Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a ripening—nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.”
This -and similar- applies to many who walk among us today, blithely indifferent. There are powerful reasons for seeking after the possession of deep humility and a true perspective on one's self and one's actual powers and importance. We should measure ourselves against the sun and recognize what a small star that is and recognize the presence of that far greater spiritual sun that Swedenborg spoke of.
Nothing that happens here is by accident and nothing is without its own connection to cosmic justice. You can come to your wits end arguing about it. It is far better to accept that you do not know and make the best of it all that you can make, by doing the best that you can manage in every little circumstance that presents its opportunity to you. More will be revealed as you go. Insisting that you know better and the idea that you would do better is foolish and not knowing this is a certitude that will be a attended by all the pain and suffering necessary to bring it to your attention. It's how it works. You can scream and yell and jump up and down but it will amount to nothing. There is a reason that the wise are often silent.
Darkness is coming for the servants of darkness driven to a certain sector of the Ring Pass Not by the servants of light.
Sunday's radio broadcast is up now.
'When Darkness Falls' is track no. 5 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
Lyrics (pops up)
Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World
- 'An Exploration Toward the Ineffable'
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Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 01:13