Smoking Mirrors

Global War and Hunger Porn on the way to Fat City

2012-01-31T18:11:00.002+01:00

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May your noses always be filled with joyful smells.

You vicious, heartless, selfish, feckless fools. You, who have voluntarily surrendered your humanity to an organized gang of satanic psychopaths. Was it for gain? Was it the bad end of a compromise gone wrong? Was it out of fear, after having come into a position, of losing the position and then you assume the position? Were you up for it anyway, you who bring the unwilling world to the doorstep of global war? You who are arranging the tableau, like a dinner table for the damned, ferrying ships bound for salvage, to be evidence in yet another false flag, waving blood red above the burning bodies of the duped and deluded who went into combat for bankers. The pens move and the weapons fire. Iran has done nothing to you. Their restraint has been admirable. In the mountains, ordinary human beings are skiing. They are walking through the pistachio orchards. They are dreaming their individual dreams, within the parameters of the collective dream. They are people like you and I. They have children, families and friends. They are not making war. We are.

The most powerful agency for calculated death and destruction is the fundamentalist, Christian right. Their sanctimonious, demagogic preachers, whip them into a lather of self righteous hate, manipulated and inspired by the very ones who committed the crimes that others are blamed for. These millions of deceived lemmings, march off the metaphorical cliffs of their own ignorance; titanic edifices of tamasic stone. They kneel before their crucified God and then proceed to crucify entire nations for the crime of being different. They are the ones who make it all possible, who cannot comprehend the meaning of the words they read from the book they claim to be infallible. Like rats in a maze, searching for the cheese, which bears no resemblance to the genuine article. There is no maze. These are the same people who would crucify the man again if he showed up today. These are the people from Big Hair Country. They came here to be led astray, while being informed that they should not be led astray. They came here to be selfish and indifferent, while reading about charity and good works. The only time they are inspired to do the right thing is when they can be observed, or champing at the bit to tell everyone about it.

Their missionaries go off to Africa, where they paint sugar water under the eyes of starving children, so that the flies will land there during the photo op. They are the merchants of Hunger Porn. They get hard looking at the centerfold. They dream of and wish for disasters so that they might weep crocodile tears. They're soap actors under the camera eyes of their cartoon associates. They're good decent people, just ask them. They are dumber than a retarded rock and proud, boy are they proud of themselves. Tell them the truth and watch their eyes catch on fire. Scratch the thin veneer of facsimile smiles and watch them bear their teeth, uh huh, Jesus is just alright with me.

Jesus is like a bad relative that you have to lock in the basement when company comes over. You can't let the real Jesus into the living room. It's a given that he will piss in the punchbowl, or you might be bobbing for road apples. It's a given that he would kick everybody's ass for twisting the timeless beauty of the awakened heart, into an ugly nightmare for anyone who isn't dressed up to celebrate the fruits of a poisoned mind. No, you'd have to lock him up, the same way you've locked him out. It wouldn't take long for what you say he says and what he actually says to develop into a free for all, where everyone runs around punching themselves in the face and taking a grim satisfaction at having gotten some good licks in; never, ever catching on to whose ass is being kicked and by whom.

There's nothing quite like the righteous fundie. There's no limit to the possibilities of disassociated and dissonant cogitation. There he stands on the doorstep, pointing toward the highway for the young girl with the child in her arms. There he stands, expounding on the welfare families and needy people who ought to go out and get a job like the one he has. It's obvious they are in that situation because they don't love Jesus. They love Jesus though and Jesus loves them, even if he does have to sleep in the basement or out in the garage.

In about six weeks we come to Dead Man's Curve, on the thruway of time and circumstance. Seemingly intelligent people have rationalized it as necessity. They have no choice, do they? Iran is all that remains of The Middle East in any independent way. They destroyed Libya and one of the modern wonders of the age, along with the most solidly constructed 'people first' system in the area. They bombed Afghanistan back into the stone age, which was no great distance to traverse. They beat the living shit out of Iraq and then, ah what the hell, they poisoned all of the unborn generations as well.

Look at it from their point of view, after having destroyed the domestic economies and looting everything in reach, there really is no alternative besides a world war. It's the one thing that will take people's attention off of their other crimes. They did it all. They're no slouch when it comes to 24 hour criminal focus. They're so bent they can roll from place to place. They sat around with their glasses of scotch and they tossed around the big ideas. Then they drafted the blueprints. Then they signed off on the construction and there it sits, stinking to high heaven. They went from PNAC to 9/11. Then they went to war but not before they went into official mourning, so as to jack up the outrage, like a monster truck. How did these special people get into the position where they could do all of these things? They are part and parcel of a particularly heinous symbiosis. One faction prints the money. The other faction receives it. If you don't go along with the program, you don't get any money. It's as simple as that and it's as serious as a heart attack.

They got sky box seats at the dream coliseum. What they see is what they see, from the position they are in. The perspective is what it is and it's colored by invisible gases that tailor the perceptions to end game result. The hired help moves around them, giving them the certain assurance that all is right with the world and that they are central to whatever is taking place. There's a special kind of thrill in sending other men off to die and to kill all sorts of people just cause they told them to. You and I are denied this form of rare delight. Oh, it could have been ours had we not gotten sidetracked by something.

At the end of any particular age, where technology has outpaced morality, you always get the religious wars. You get that caveman mentality taking place in a Star Trek environment. You get the disconnected video game effect, of bodies smoking and burning on a screen somewhere. You get nuclear technicians who don't anticipate pipes freezing in the winter, during a meltdown. You get millions of people with headphones on, isolating their contact from their fellows. You get riots in department stores, during seasonal periods celebrating the joy of giving. You get the tiniest religion in the world, dictating to one of the largest religions in the world about what you can call your religious holidays and what you can and cannot celebrate, while they promote theirs without a second thought and then laugh at you in the bargain. They have been the motive force behind every conflict in recent memory and somehow that's okay because of all the retarded rocks and Jesus in the basement.

It's predictable. It's pro forma. It's a definite guarantee that very soon, very bad shit is going to be very, very apparent. In the meanwhile, approaching weeks, days and minutes, our gifted craftsmen are setting the stage, placing all of the pieces and strategizing all of the strategies, into a fail proof, fool proof, fait accompli with no damage to themselves. They've crunched the numbers and locked 'what if' in the basement with Jesus. However, history and certainly recent history, has shown us that all the planning in the world, doesn't mean anything when the people doing the planning aren't right in the head. This is one of the classic realities that accommodates evil in its unwitting suicide.

Thomas Cole, is a painter from the Hudson River School. He did a four part set of paintings called, “The Voyage of Life”. Great art is one of the chief defenders of faith in times of darkness. It reminds us of the dignity, beauty and possibilities of the inspired soul. It reminds us that things pass through us. They don't originate with us. Great art is proof of an invisible presence. Great art moves us and changes us by our exposure to it. It especially reminds us of what we have been and what we can be. It is a testimony to the struggles and triumphs of the human spirit, while surrounded by the wreckage of temporary defeats.

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To Choodle into the Armageddon Sunset.

2012-01-28T10:46:00.003+01:00

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

As they crank up the inevitable engines of war in search of deeper darkness, the brainwashing continues apace; not that it's all that hard to wash a fundie's brain, since that system already functions like sending a tank top to the dry cleaners.

The flavor of the month is about to change, well, it did change, sort of, last week or so. Anyway, what Red Adelson wants, Red Adelson gets, until he changes his mind. We've got revolving front runners, kind of like if a bunch of meth-infused 6th graders started to go nuts on a merry go round; or would that be Ritalin deprived? I don't quite get how Romney's wife makes 6.2 million off of around ten million- except for the “possibly much more” comment, when Uncle Mitt only makes 3 million off of 37 million at Goldman's Nut Sacks.

So the deal is, keep flipping the front runners so that the Obama Bo Bama Banana Dana, Murder and Poverty Express can “keep on choodlin” into the Armageddon Sunset. He'll be accompanied by disclaimers which state he doesn't support Israel, which should keep his support relatively high among those who believe the crap on the surface, when even the surface says that is a lie. Anyway, any fool knows there isn't going to be any election. Then again, there hasn't been an election in a long, long time.

Some people get upset about senior citizens eating cat and dog food. I guess they haven't seen all the creative things that Haitian families can do with mud. Given that some houses are made of adobe, you could almost make an argument for Haitians living in gingerbread houses; metaphorically speaking. Meanwhile, hundreds of millions in Clinton-Bushligula and other unsavory financial holding tanks of interest gathering donations, bobbing like Mylar balloons over the bed of a terminal cancer patient, endlessly circle the starved and blasted landscape below. Exactly why do these funds from so many sources still remain unavailable after so many years? Why did all that money that went to rebuild Iraq either disappear or remain locked up in Rothschild war profiteering battle field banks? Gee, you have to ask?

Well, it's fairly obvious that we need a row of inhabited lampposts, in a modern day flashback to Spartacus and the boys, along the golden roads to Rome redux; blow me once, shame on me. Oh well. “We who are about to die salute you”. That should be, “We who intend to live refute you” but the script girl spent the previous night in a hot-tub, jacked down on Quaaludes. The speed of stupidity equals ignorance squared by inert mass to the tenth power.

Onward we trudge through the mud and the blood and the bullshit and high waders aren't the solution. A kayak might work but then there's all those things that live below the mire line. The good and bad news is that anything will burn if the fire is hot enough. Can I get witless? Darling, you are.

Word has it that they are erecting a statue in the West Village, of Harris Milstead snacking on poodle shit. That's what the American wet dream is all about. When your mind is a Petri dish, this is the kind of thing modern art aficionados lose their lunch over. Harris will probably be snacking on that too, if it happens and the whole thing will be art; managed and ministered by the usual suspects who handle art the way they handle dead gerbils in the aftermath and possibly in the afterlife as well. I suspect in that latter case the gerbils are no longer dead and have been reverse Bonzaied.

Johnny can't read anymore but he can definitely jerk off. Contrary to folk wisdom it does not make hair grow on the palms of your hand. It does make it grow backwards inside your head though, until a trap door spider takes up residence, giving a whole new meaning to, “feed your head”. Of course, if this was just a movie it would probably be funny but it's real life. Real life calls for real solutions, like creating a nationwide energy retrieval system from wiring the bouncing legs of all those teenage girls text messaging the universe. No wonder the aliens never land. Would you come here if you had a flying saucer? I didn't think so.

There's going to be so much food for the moon soon that the moon is going to turn pink from Pepto Bismol overdosing. It's just like what happens if you drink a couple of quarts of carrot juice every day. The people who can afford that deserve to turn orange. Then they can move to Denver and become celebrities. Yes, shit for brains is finally home on the range, where the deer and the antelope are going to be on barbecue standby for that big refrigerator grill, replicating all across the wide prairie; abandoned urban lots, woodland clearings, road side pullovers and under the over passes. Dead in the flood drains is the new under over.

Meanwhile, Porky Pig's extended family is running the show. Of course, Porky's been supplementing his daily crack allowance with oxycodone and he's got one rabid silver back gorilla of a habit on his bacon location. This has, quite 'frankly' made him less sensitive and sympathetic to the needs of others. I guess you can say that goes for the whole extended family of porcine, reptilian hybrids, tending the massive flocks of “Idiocracy” rejects. The mental health graph of public well being now only goes from neurotic to batshit crazy, with 'insane' being the median. There's a drive by pharmacy in your future, coming to the corner block of your street, real soon. Well, there would be if you had a future.

Of course, it's not all bad and worse. There is some good and better. It's hiding in foothills and abandoned mountain ranges, in places where the minerals have already been sucked dry. It's deep in jungles and on islands with no beaches and there are islands of consciousness too, connected by invisible webs of resonance that span the globe and vibrate into the hearts and minds of those who might well have read a book in the last year or two. It's out there and in there but not necessarily in the first place you show up, to see if it matches up, with whatever demonstrations you put into place to get it to reveal intrinsic nature.

No and yes, there are good things seeking to be born into a world, where the children of what has yet to make an appearance, will dance on the mountaintops for joy in a new morning of rebooted time, where innocence is celebrated and broken hearts are made whole by the adhesive of a resurgent love but... later for that. Right now we must, perforce, look into the gaping maw of demagogues and deviants who have ridden the high speed trains of collective, insensate puerility and rampaging appetite to doomsday's break. We are on the plains of apocalyptic resolution, where countless legions of Teletubbies march into the teeth of the cosmic, thresher combine. You won't have to ask again why the sky is blue. Barney the Dinosaur is waving that construction flag into the single lane bypass. Ronald McDonald is at the other end. You got to go slow during this unfortunate bottleneck but there's a sense that, somehow, this indicates one last opportunity to simply stop the car, get out and pick your way over the plastic barriers and then through the rebar forest until you can climb the kudzu hill and make it into the woods, if the snipers don't get you first.

I always thought when we got to Brave New World, there would at least be a ready source of Soma but I suspect that's par for the course. Brave New World without Soma is a ripoff, to say the least. I guess you all know that Aldous Huxley got shot up with LSD on his death bed and allegedly said, “Now I see”? Of course, the same got attributed to Sam Kinnison as well, when those drunken idiots in a pickup truck crashed into him and then got out and started moaning about the damage to their truck. Actually, what Sam said was, "I don't want to die. I don't want to die." then he said "But why? 'Okay, okay, okay." then again, Sam wasn't wearing a seat belt. Nietzsche also was reputed to have said something to the effect of, “Now I see”. I'm guessing there are many other examples and variants. What do you think you will say, given the importance of the moment?

Hmmmm... well, we have indeed come to the end of another transmission and I'll see you at the next one if there is one. Meanwhile, keep in mind that things are not what they appear, nor are they generally what you hear. Everything happens for a reason, even if you don't know what that reason is.

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The Sandusky Principle and the Hive Mentality.

2012-01-25T14:11:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transiting.......

May your noses always be on your face.

The Penn State basketball coach said, "The passion, the love that he gave almost gave you a sense that you wanted to give it back to him," Let's see if we can extrapolate that into other quotes. The president said, “The way these men willingly go and die in foreign lands 'almost' makes you want to do it too”, or something like this, “The way a strategic collection of men can turn their eyes away from the sexual abuse of children almost makes you think they were involved too”.

I hate to mention Kali Yuga so much, along with 'times of darkness' and 'for the purpose of demonstration' but that's definitely where we are and what we are. Our physical extensions are dramatizations of what is going on in our being, in reaction to the world around us. It's either pulled out of us without our consent, or with it. Resistance also occurs by degrees but we are shaped more forcefully by the relentless chatter that surrounds us. By chatter, I mean every kind of influence, whether recognized or sub rosa.

I don't know that Joe and so many of the others were engaged in a ring of consciousness, whose focus is the signature dish of this age, but there's no getting around the fact that the despoliation of innocence is one of the chief thrills of kiddie jumping. The other thing is that we get jaded and then bored with the things we've already done. We've become desensitized to the behavior of others and the events that go on in the world, especially those that are far off from us and these conditions and a couple of similar kinds, all contribute to potential and possibility. I don't want to say where there's smoke there's fire, especially since this is Smoking Mirrors, but my mind does linger with certain considerations.

Let us transfer that template to a particular group I call King Bolan's Buddies; transfer it to those engaged in governmental policies in any powerful country. They operate out of a hive mentality and that also 'almost' rhymes with something else. The selection of those filling the roles in any profession is something achieved by an intentional agency, for the purpose of the control of any given majority. This is why the police are exhibiting a certain uniform and unpleasant types of action against the public. This is why many corporations are headed by the people who head them and why they behave as they do. The orders come from those who control the money, because you can't get the money otherwise. So anything you hear about, whether you like it or not, is being done because someone is paying someone to do it. The payment doesn't always have to be money. It can be power, celebrity, sex or whatever people consider desirable but can't manage on their own

You could say the Sandusky Principle is about some form of currency translated into action. At first glance you might say, “No, it's just a despicable weakness that manifests in morally bankrupt individuals”. Superficially that is true. However, at a deeper level, this sort of thing is being initiated and managed for specific reasons. These reasons have to do with impacting the general consciousness, with altering the consciousness of those so engaged and as a part of a larger agenda to affect society on many levels for increased power and profit.

It is improbable that one could go to any larger media outlet and not run across at least one story about gay concerns. There must be a day when it doesn't happen but it wouldn't be very often. You are dealing with a very small minority, where a tremendous series of changes are affecting the entire assemblage. My mention of this is not a criticism of that lifestyle, not that that makes any difference because ANY MENTION that is not wholly positive and supportive is undesirable to the greater intention of certain vested interests. I bring it up as a matter of observation to point it out as an associative part of a wider intent.

Everything has some relationship to sex; politics, art, religion, commerce, whatever; it has a sexual connotation so, controlling the means, mediums, performance, perception and whatever (grin) is a serious, heavyweight necessity for those seeking the general control of everyone.

War and all forms of aggression are a type of sex. Bullets and swords penetrate and rape is an attendant and similar thing. Torture and bondage are on the same train. These things are also now acceptable for consenting adults, although I don't know where adult figures into it. Monty Python had a film called, “Eric the Red”. I think that is what it is called. In this film, the gods were portrayed as children. It explained a great deal. I'm not saying that's how the gods actually are or whether they are. I'm saying that it's not too difficult to see it that way given what you see down here.

The reality of ones state of being at any time has to do with whether one is in control of oneself or not. If not, then something else is and this goes all the way to the top of the familiar pyramid of human powers and positions. Into this equation we have to factor relative degrees of control and also states of being that can alter the degree of control. There are many things we do and do not do that can compromise and elevate our degree of control. Any man can appreciate a beautiful woman. Some will be motivated to approach her. Far fewer will act aggressively toward her and fewer still will plot to abduct and violate her or achieve that through other dark avenues. In times of darkness the general propensity for anything dark is greater. That's a mathematical certainty.

This same principle applies across the board to everything. Many might appreciate the beauty of a different culture and some large number may dislike it but fewer will plot to destroy it and among those are those who are engaged in all the other controls that make it possible to deceive the public into supporting such actions. I should point out that it doesn't matter if you are personally handling the weapons that kill these people. If you support the policies that legitimize the effort. If you buy into the package, you share in the rewards of its contents. This is the same thing as being in the gang that engages in an armed robbery where someone is killed in the process. Legally it isn't going to matter whether you pulled the trigger. The punishment is the same as if you did.

This is the year of the dragon and it is a water dragon. Revolutions, aggressions, anger and the like are indicated on the negative side. In tandem there is also this consideration; “The presence of the Star of External Flower of Romance indicates the occurrence of infidelity, extramarital affairs and relationship distress in the year 2012. Steady long term love relationships and marriages are not spared so do not take it for granted. Hearts will be broken, feelings deeply hurt and heartaches abound if you’re hit by it. Make sure you sleep facing your relationship direction based on your Kua and have Feng Shui protection in your bedroom”.

“The Tiger, Dragon and Phoenix (a Rooster that symbolizes Phoenix) appear in the year’s pattern of influences” and “The 2012 Eight Character chart has every element EXCEPT Fire. This missing element rules creativity and intelligence which are vital ingredients for success in this competitive world today”. This is probably more than you want to know but some will seek to reason out or intuit what these things mean, because life is cyclical and cycles bring reoccurrence; keep it in mind. The indications are that 2012 is going to be better than 2011, at least for those so engaged in making it better, for themselves and for others. For myself, although indications were otherwise and indicative of conditions presented in the quotes, I have experienced an inexplicable, complete and positive turnaround in respect of this. It can be very difficult sometimes to make sense of how things come about but only a fool does not take advantage of serendipitous opportunity.

Some changes are in our hands and and some are not but even the ones that are not can be made more fortuitous by a willing submission to that transiting force, with an open eyed and accommodating mindset, seeking understanding and responding to the implications and results that come out of it; done in a positive fashion.

People who serve and support temporarily existing power structures are like people who rely on the constancy of the wind. That is not a characteristic of the wind. It does have consistency of recurring states of expression but even these are subject to change without notification and phrases like 'winds of change' are accepted aphorisms of general parlance. The same as having the wind at your back implies that this is not always the case. Some number of change resistant and deluded tin horn emperors are going to be finding that out, along with whole groups of people who have just perfunctorily assumed they have the controlling authority for, “My way or the highway”. Mr Apocalypse has put on his dancing shoes and you're going to see a great many protective covers, ripped off of a lot of concealed furniture, sundry items and corpses. The main event is about to begin and the beguine is sure to follow.

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A Bad Case of Chosen People Syndrome.

2012-01-12T21:59:00.003+01:00

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

I'm no prophet but a middle range expert on the obvious. While most minds are focused on the heinous, political escapades of anal fixated, Republican, Israeli buttboys and girls and the sold out, warmonger Obama with his new Orthodox chief of staff, the rest of us are wondering what's wrong with you. New bumper sticker; “Hey Obama, do you think you could rule any better with that menorah jammed up your ass”? Well, there goes decorum and politesse right out the door and innuendo. I'd like to be nicer, if this were a cleaner, greener landscape. I'd like to be deferential and exceedingly more humane and forgiving. I try to do my best under the circumstances but the circumstances demand calling them out and calling them on it. The times demand that the villagers pick up their pitchforks and rakes and storm the palace gates.

Johnny Depp was by the White House playing Stepin Fetchit for the Stepin Fetchit in Chief, probably at the behest of Tim Burton, as a sort of friendly gesture in this land of friendly fire and collateral damage. Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt stopped in the other day. No doubt their excuse had something to do with garnering attention for their favorite charities; much like Bono doing a sunglasses ad during the Bush administration; all hot and bothered about AIDS in Africa and the low profit return on his charity. Billions are hanging like unreachable mangoes above the devastated landscape of Haiti, serving as nothing more than interest bearing vehicles for bankers. You pitiful, miserable, poor excuses for upright walking entities. The Punisher is coming and he IS GOING TO kick your asses... in “all the old familiar places” and so on and so forth.

Anyway; about not being a prophet... under the radar of the obvious, big changes in the human schematic are burbling and bubbling and talking sub rosa about massive migrations coming, along with the confusion of previously, more or less, well ordered relationships and Bishop Pike economies, along with great opportunities in the servitude industries; take a hike pilgrim. You didn't go to Wharton and the closest you got to The Ivy League was when you were working for that landscaping contractor re-pointing those brick walls that they build to keep your sort out. Don't worry, Roland ,the Headless Thompson Gunner is on the way.

Yesterday was one of those Woo Woo periods where some unnamed and yet to surface evil was being distilled in the laboratory of Dr. Frankenstein, post modern, recently of Fort Detrick. I could feel it in the air; bad guys up to bad things. Bad guys that don't understand the principles of risk, in counterpoint with the unpredicted, juxtaposed to free will and the dictates of fate. It didn't work with Napoleon either. He bled his country white under the guise of patriotism, all dressed up like a hot chick, who'll do anyone at any time but you know she only has eyes for you. Uh huh, it's chicks with dicks time for the STD shore leave express. You can't tell nobody nuthin. . You can't tell nobody nuthin.

That's the biggest problem in any time or situation. People are so goddamned confident about their certainty of direction and action. Those bankers and brokers and corporate creeps are all monkeys reaching into the vase for the avocado and they just can't let go of it and so they get caught by the trapper and wind up on a spit. It's scrambled monkey brains and grits for the demons in the pits.

I'd like to have more sympathy. I'd like to have more compassion. I'd like to see things come back from sideways but the wide boys won't accommodate. They like the death and destruction. They like to think they're mobbed up like all those wanna be gangsters over at The Yonkers Racetrack, with that brittle blonde on their arm, ten years past her use by date. What the Hell. They didn't want to talk to it anyway. They just wanted to fuck it. Now they limp along, in mutual contempt, at the paramutual window and playact like something out of the, yet to be written, “Wiseguys and Gun-molls”. He owns a hardware store. She owns an attitude and the closest they've ever been to The Mafia is when they walked by a flash-mob in the mall.

There's a reason for bringing this up. As has been stated ad infinitum, the main problem is not the vampire bats in the roof rafters of the ship of economy and state. It's all the little people pretending to be a part of the operation. They're the people who make it possible for shit on a shingle to be made with the actual ingredients and served to everyone else. They'll tell you they like the taste but a lot of people don't mind eating shit if you serve it to them warm. A lot of people don't mind the deaths and the destruction as long as they are employed. They believe what serves their purposes to continue on into the support net of lies that hold them up and allow them that safe detachment, from the awareness of the impact of what they do and who they serve.

It's the same thing with religion. How out of touch do you have to be to invest trust and fidelity into the presumed legitimacy of the world's biggest drag queen; dressed up in ermine and encrusted hats that look like they belong on the head chef at the Mardi Gras, at the after parade buffet? How really dumb do you have to become to actually believe that The Prince of Peace wants you to slaughter goatherds and their families? How fucked up do you have to get to perform in videos, while pissing on the dead and dismembered, piled up around you, that you were so brave and collected as to kill with your vastly superior weapons? You're going to Hell, buddy. How twisted can you get to really believe that God hates the same people you do? That's not God. That's The Devil, fool.

God hasn't got anything to do with any of this crap. What kind of a moron supports torture of people completely unconnected to the events they are being tortured for? What kind of moron doesn't get that the events and acts that are used to legitimize the torture, were actually carried out by the people running your government? That's right, the people doing the torture are working for the people who did the things these people are being tortured for. So tell me, how can they possibly answer the questions? Since it has already been publicly admitted by members of the very agency that created it, that Al Qaeda does not exist; who exactly is it that you are killing?

Since it is a known fact that Qaddafi was working on a currency for the African continent how is it that you, you fool of a Schmoo public, can watch news broadcasts that make no sense, in content or context and believe something that you don't even understand in the first place? How is it that you can sit there with a Budweiser in one hand and your dick in another and not be affected whatsoever by the destruction of an underground water project that WAS one of the wonders of the world? How can you cheer and wave your flags, while the most evil nation on Earth, created as a territorial refuge for the bankers that have looted and bankrupted your country, not only murder their neighbors on all sides but do it with your money and the lives of your children? You got Chosen People Syndrome. It's like Stockholm Syndrome, only a lot more people die. Repeat after me, Jesus was not a Jew. Are these people behaving like the guy you have turned into Elmer Fudd in a robe? You are on the verge of receiving everything you deserve.

Well, you're not reading this are you? You're wondering if it's safe to break out that Kim Kardashian blowup doll for a little polyurethane, deep lung time; given that your wife left for her mother's fifteen minutes ago and doesn't appear to have forgotten anything that came to mind since she left. There sits the photo of your, “young and dumb and full of cum” dead son on the mantelpiece over the gas fireplace. He sure looks good in his military suit. He'll sit there forever young till the end of your days. He died for his country. No, as a matter of fact, he died for the profit of bankers who have no country. He died for worse than nothing. They all died for worse than nothing and in the meantime, the bankers are making war on you too. They took your job and now they're going to take your house and the president of your country takes his orders from them.

Yeah, well, business as usual on the precipice of Hell. Dark clouds on the horizon for the doomed empire of useless shit; full time worshipers at the First Church of Plastic Kitsch. You bet, she'll be coming around the mountain when she comes. She'll be breathing fire and dressed in awesome attire; ready willing and able to show you the meaning of, “ashes to ashes and dust to dust”.

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The Great Shadow at the Gates of Ruin.

2012-01-10T02:06:00.001+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Tramp, tramp, tramp goes the feet of the fiends and fools. The Earth is going to swallow them and stupid has no cure. Romney this, Santorum that, the whole shebang is out of wack, as welcome as a heart attack and they keep coming on

Trrrap, trrrap, trrrap goes the fingers on the table, underneath the table, dark shit is taking place. It's in your face. It's in your face.

Do not despair my friends. What you are seeing is the last gasp of the carcinogens eating themselves alive. You live under the fetid umbrella of a wanna be one world government. It has never happened and it never will happen and that is proof positive that it is in breakdown mode.. The difficulty all of us are dealing with is the terrible power of negative appearances, which shield the brilliant light of cosmic change. Think of it this way. There is a wall, or a curtain, as you prefer, which stands between you and the world you are about to enter. The light is acting upon the wall or curtain but the dynamic of its effect has not yet appeared. There are tiny holes shining in places where the light has burrowed through. At the same time, the entire wall and curtain has become so thin and porous that soon it is going to exponentially impact upon the structure and integrity of the aforementioned. All of a sudden the light is going to break through at hundreds of locations. Following that the structure can no longer hold together and will come crashing down. This is happening internally and externally.

The terminally obstinate and stupid are having to use all of their will to hold together the illusion that stands between them and the truths that they have hidden from themselves. Denial is going to start breaking down all over the place, as the reality of conditions makes itself known in the minds of those who can no longer hold out against what they have been refusing to admit. Do not be surprised when awakening begins to happen big time all over the place.

The tyranny of the few over the lives of the many has been held in place by the collective belief in the curtain wall. This is what has sustained the condition of every man for himself and the enduring lie that these people and those people are our enemies. The tyrannous few have prospered and flourished due to their ability to misdirect our attention into hollow lies of no substance. They have done this by amplifying both appetite and fear, seasoned with confusion and doubt. An atmosphere of collective doubt and uncertainty has kept the populace chained to the engines of diabolical industry in which they forge their own chains.

When awakening occurs it is going to reverse the various mental and emotional climates that have created and maintained an environment of subservience to something they formerly did not understand and their very unknowing was sufficient to keep in place. Awakening is going to create a force of consciousness that is going to backwash into those who were previously, seemingly in control of our every day reality. Suddenly, just like that, their confidence and will, their ability to manage is going to desert them. The best example that I can give is what happened when Sauron's forces swept out of The Black Gate to confront Gandalf, Aragorn and the rest of the legions from Minas Tirith. The situation was grim. There seemed to be no hope but our heroes were determined to fight to their last breath. It was better to die in that moment than to submit to a fate worse than death. Then it was that The Ring went into Mount Doom and the eye of Sauron, the will that held the whole operation together, was instantly diverted from it's purpose of holding together the armies of darkness, which were assailing all that was good and decent in the land. In that moment the force of the will of the evil one was removed from its attention upon his servants and they lost their minds and went off running in all directions, pursued by fear. It was over. That ring which was the power of command; “one ring to rule them all, one ring to bind them”, was unmade in the fires where it had been originally forged. The Great Shadow had lost its instrument and the shadow was no longer great. The Great Shadow is not unlike that curtain wall. The Great Shadow became a tiny wraith of darkness, which ran off to gnaw on itself in the darkness and plot for its return. The shadow never dies but it is occasionally much diminished.

This is where we are at this time. Every effort is being made to prop up this wall but it is entirely futile. At its moment of greatness power; its greatest appearance of power, it is at its weakest point. Awakening is not going to be reserved for those of us already awakening and for those determined to sleep but who WILL BE awakened. It is also going to occur in the minds of the minions of darkness and then you are going to see them turn on one another. They will not be able to contain their bowel loosening fear, which attends the awareness of the collective public eye being turned upon them. Millions of previously deluded Christians, who have been manipulated by a fantasy born out of a perversion of their scriptures, are going to awaken to an understanding of what has happened to them. It's not going to be pretty. Don't think the perpetrators don't know about this. It's the reason for the Patagonian exodus and a few similar ventures. However, 'nowhere to run and nowhere to hide' applies.

As I write these words a certain window is opening and very good things are going to pour out upon very good people. After a time that window is going to close and another window is going to open and for those with the wit to take advantage of it, mercy is going to be made available. Then that window is going to close and then the punisher is coming. This is the time of summing up; the dispensing of judgment to all living things according to what is deserved and what is necessary. You can believe what I am saying, figure it may or may not be true, or disavow it entirely, it doesn't make any difference. What will be will be and it can come quickly,

This has all been a staged drama for the purpose of demonstration. Everything has been and always will be under control. In times of materialism people lose their rudder. They lose perspective. They lose faith and hope. Those are attendant conditions that accompany the darkness in its journey through and beyond. Our personal darkness, whatever degree of it is possessed by any and all, is resonant with the greater darkness. This accounts for the fear and uncertainty by proportion and degree dependent. The same can be said of the children of light, the rainbow warriors who labor and do battle in these times. It's no different than Middle Earth and neither will be the result.

No one should be all that surprised that evil has prospered to the degree that it has. No one should be surprised at the state we find ourselves in. No one should be surprised that it looks dark and dreadful and that demons are dancing to the drums of war. It is the logical outcome of all the things that have led up to it. However, everyone should and will be very surprised at how it is going to turn out. It is no surprise that your leaders are fools and whores who have extended themselves into a barren field where they will reap the whirlwind. This is precisely what they are marching to. Any one one of them that thinks they will escape in the final reel is dreaming. This has all been directed and guided to the inevitable result. The selfish and insatiable greed of the privileged and their abuse of the lesser classes is all being duly noted. Every single living thing is under the lens. Every thought word and deed is recorded by invisible agency. Believe it or not, it's no never mind to me, outside of resident compassion.

As has been stated in the last transmission, many of you are suffering and will suffer keen losses. The point and reason of that will be made clear in time. I am not immune to this myself and am suffering in my own way. These are the stations of ascent on the path to realization. It's no shame or trial to be stripped bear, when the most priceless thing in the universe is what replaces any and all things that must go by the wayside.

What is the point of faith and belief unless they have been brought to the point where they can be of actual use? How does this happen? They are tested against circumstance. They are refined in the crucible of existence until their temper is beyond question. Do not desert yourself in your hour of need. You see what's going on around you. You're not like that. Be what you truly are and all will be well with you.

End Transmission.......

Sunday's radio show is now available for download

Fubar and Rebar of the Spine and Mind.

2012-01-05T22:41:00.000+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.......

For the last week I've seen little if any news. I've been too busy being the news, at least inside my own head, where it's all been news to me; had a bone rattling Kundalini uprising, attended by a great deal of jet lag, weltschmertz and things unsaid, given space constraints and the lack of a need for the usual digressions. As is typical, all sorts of people I've never spoken to before want to get in touch with me and I have not been available for due to not being available, computer screw-ups and whatever it is they put in the water around here.

So... for a brief period this morning I went around to the headlines, the newsvines and the alternative and mainstream half truths and deceptions and rewinds; the re-fried beans and warmed over hash that is the result of forces bringing in the trash instead of taking it out; people and objects, ideas and fantasies in the process of being taken out. There's lots of confusion, delusion and unnecessary gun-play and saber rustling and the usual lies about who won an election or came out on top at the convention as the dark goblins preying on us, make the decision about who's going to lead us into perdition, or on to the conveyor belt, where those of us, still terminally asleep, can be packed into cans for the sustenance of cannibal nation, shortly to appear in the windshield instead of the rear view mirror, depending on what direction you are driving in.

What I can say is that the intensity has definitely ratcheted up from what I was noticing, since the last time I was noticing anything, except the news inside my head. Extra! Extra! Read all about it. Madness and slouching beasts are afoot and they are approaching the cities and citadels of our former copacetics. We are not copacetic now from what I can tell as it all gets shot to hell by senators and presidents and the usual assholes in residence, all under the financial heel of the Nosferatu Ashke-Nazis who seem to have no problem managing Cabin Boy Nation on it's pillow-biting journey of unfortunate self discovery. They can steal your fortunes, your futures, your progeny and morph out your attention, while still running the world's drug industries, the sex slave trade, the organ harvesting and the warmongering as they hyper-drive, into the twisted and tormenting defense of the lands they stole from the people they are genociding, while continuing pell mell in operating their fabrication nation as the sovereign crime country, for which purpose it was created; like it ever had anything to do with God or religion in the first place, unless your god is the devil and your religion is bloodstained currency sailing like a hovercraft kind of black magic prayer rugs.

Listen up people! Yeah I know you're watching Fox News and singing the blues about all those missing cheeseburgers and kneeknockers you haven't gotten around to yet and can't stop thinking about because except for all the other useless shit you are chasing after there isn't anything else that you do think about or rub your crotch in disrespect of. No, you won't be listening to me but... you'd better do something about these flesh eating psychopaths before you see your name up there in lights on the menu as The Daily Special. If you wonder where your children are, they're in the appetizer section unless they're on the dessert menu; if the age is right and they're cute enough. If you don't think this is a living breathing reality, you truly are a fool who's going to be made wise by persisting in their folly. When you get an apple stuffed into your mouth and see yourself brought in on a trolley. On your way to that moment you did all the right things to get yourself transformed into what usually shows up that way. What do you know? It does taste like pork and... you thought they didn't eat that. Well I hate to be the one to tell you but... right, I keep forgetting, you're not listening to me. So be it.

Onward it marches, the destinies of fools and gods, the destinies of the dependent and independent, the destinies of the bound and free as well as the destinies of the binders and the liberators. One of them is in short supply but that's the way it is in times of darkness. There are times of darkness and creatures of darkness. There are invisible creatures of darkness and visible creatures of darkness and the latter are your leaders and the ones who manipulate them and that all goes back to the source of darkness and that is located in the human heart and mind; at least the doorway in is located there; “seal the door where evil dwells”.

One might well ask how it is that the darkness and the confusion of the times can be so proliferative, pervasive and ubiquitous. How did it get all over the place so quickly? Well, there are vibrational regularities to periods of time. The car and the telephone and probably a whole lot of other things were all being invented at the same time. We may only know the single name that got picked out to be thought responsible for them but it you look a little deeper into the history of those moments, you find that similar things were happening all over the place. A certain degree of collective depravity, cruelty and relative indifference to human suffering was very present in ancient Rome. Certain personality types kept showing up. Everybody had to deal with it or they left town. Some would say that Rome fell because it became over-extended like modern America and some will tell you that it was the lead they lined the aqueducts and delivery systems with that brought about the insanity and all those big houses without children and the kind of things you find out if you read latter day philosophers of the time. Everybody had an answer or a theory, just like they do now.

When a culture is in freefall, like America and other parts of The West, it is always a combination of a few simple things and the negative expression of these things shows up in every related environment, which is why, all over America, law enforcement is out of control. The darkness comes down, or up from a certain location and presents itself into the minds of those most disposed to its whims and pleasures. The people thought to be in high places that inhabit the low places and who then, through the illusion of power and prominence, influence so many lesser minds, who then act out upon their fellows. It's all part of the movie. In times of darkness certain kinds of 'shit happens'. It happens in order to show the deceived, deluded and all the rest what happens when we give up our own sovereignty, out of fear and appetite. This kind of thing operates like an epidemic and it isn't too long after that when real epidemics follow.

The biggest problem in times of darkness, is believing the darkness is everywhere and ten times too powerful to compute or arrest. Actually, the darkness has no literal or real being, except what is given to it by the one considering or contemplating it. If the darkness is collecting on the outside then it can be assumed with authority that the light is concentrating on the inside in various places and quite possibly outside as well but it's not reported on because the darkness, which controls the avenues of public information, doesn't want these things to be known. If the darkness is going to go down then it damn well intends on taking the rest of us with it and that is why it looks that way.

You can hear the drums and the hoofbeats pounding on the earth as Shake, Rattle and Awe approach. You can hear the thunder of imaginary darkness, taking the final footsteps to convince you that all is lost and you have to crawl into the hole that it is in. That's why one of the biggest liars and manipulators of present history wants you to go see War Horse; wants you to believe that slavery happened differently than it did and that the people who did it are actually the heroes that ended it; that certain people behaved differently than they did and that history happened different than it did and that certain things happened that NEVER HAPPENED and that there are now more survivors, far more, than there was when they first started counting. Any fool can check the world census and find out what could or could not be so.

Who suffers the most from a lie? It would be the one who believes it. The one telling it is already suffering from something else. How useful can any lie be if it compromises your sight line and blinds you to what is before you? How efficient and helpful can any lie be unless you are the one telling it? There's no future for those who believe in lies. At least the liar can make off with a certain amount of profit in one way or another, for however long that lasts, until they have to return as the present victim of their former actions or, far worse, depending on the scale of injuries delivered. These miscreants have no clue as to the further regions to which they are bound.

Pay careful attention. It is on your doorstep. It can go a lot of ways from here. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery then you had better have dependable and righteous heroes. Otherwise you can take this post and roll it up and stick it up your ass and set it on fire; save yourself the trouble of having your entire ass and everything connected to it set on fire further 'down' the road. We shall see.

End Transmission.......

Blitzkrieg der Wunderbar, Together we Are.

2011-12-29T16:08:00.001+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I want to talk about the weather today; the weather, real and manufactured, weathermen and Rosewood seeds by any other name getting you high. I want to wonder about the wonder and publicly wonder about some people we should wonder about, like the several fellows mentioned here. I'm no fan of Peter Schiff and don't for a minute doubt anything this, no holds barred, reporter has to say. Peter Schiff's whole vibe, tells me he wasn't even separated at birth from arch neon-con fascistic, Chucky Schumer, who plays the character from “Child's Play” in real life. The article tells the truth about life in America for anyone who isn't 'chosen'.

I wonder about Ron Paul and... please don't jump on me for wondering but... I've been wondering ever since he raised all that money last time and broke a lot of hearts, by dropping out when he should have at least stayed the course and used all that hard earned people's money to make his platform known to a wider audience at the time. I wonder at things he says that aren't necessary to say at the moment, which causes things like this to get said. Some of these things do not make points relevant to general public concern and it is either a case of being unaware of what that is or of having people in the background controlling policy and statements. I'm getting that uncomfortable 'stalking horse' vibe, like I got with Mr. Bought and Sold, John Kerry.

Watching Mossad Crime Boss, Rahm Emanuel light a 900 (well, maybe it was a little smaller) foot menorah across the street from The White House where no Christian crosses can be displayed, is nothing more than a “Fuck you gentile America, we own your ass”. Tell me how it is not?

The whole world is sitting on a powder keg, beside which stand grinning, Satanic Zionists, who have concocted a brutally transparent lie about Iran and nuclear weapons. This is the country that finagled missiles for their own defense from our catamite. BD, S&M sex slave country and then sold them, or tried to, to the Chinese. This is the country that did even worse, with their dual national spy, Jonathan Pollard. These are the kinds of things you hear from the people he was spying for, as reasons for him to be released. A part of the argument for letting him out is that nothing really bad happened (bullshit) from what he did. You know, like when someone gets on an airplane with a bomb in their shoes, or their underwear but nothing happens because the same people who want Pollard released and were behind the shoe bomb and underwear bomb didn't want anything to happen, except to give cause for present day TSA (Tits, Slits and Asses). I carry a bomb in my pants everywhere I go, except I don't wear underwear; I prefer to use toilet paper instead. When I go to the sauna or something similar, people are always pointing and saying, “That's the bomb”, so I suppose I'll be in trouble too, if they ever check.

The problems with the economy goes directly to the bankers who are also, to a very high percentage, represented by these same people at the highest and most pervasive levels. That's inarguable, though it won't stop people trying. Meanwhile, all the lies concerning all of the things mentioned, are also created and controlled by these same people. Consider the enormity and implications of all of this. It is staggering! We know it is true but often do not connect all the permutations and associations that relate to the entirety of this global phenomenon.

I suppose since it is time to start singing that James Taylor song about down south, the reader might wonder why I got on this particular jag this morning. It's just what came up and started talking. My preference was to write something deep and meaningful (grin), that 'might' bring a rising resonance into the central chakra, instead, I'm at the Proctology department over at Visible General. I wouldn't mind being General Visible, if The Supreme Personality were in the chariot, though I prefer Starfleet Commander, usually; seemed like the time for a digression and maybe break up the flow just for a moment. Every now and then you have to step off the path and climb that small hill, so you can sit there for a moment and watch the path go by. I'm reminded of the Steven Crane poem, The Wayfarer. This is why Lord Shiva sits alone and is not welcome at weddings and most celebrations. That's the cost of truth. Is it worth it, you ask? That's a personal consideration that everyone makes for themselves and, trust me, one way or another, you have to make that decision and... one day after another, we all do.

Israel was created for the sole purpose of the things it is employed at. I'm pretty sure the cosmos has a plan in respect of that, or so I've been told. We need to be aware of what is taking place around us, as well as making it a visceral reality in our minds that appearances are a lie, or more properly, a blind and then we have to consider what we are capable of, in relation to anything and let that be a guide to what we engage in for maximum efficiency and minimum frustration. Remember The Serenity prayer and Footprints in the Sand, which has a bizarre facet, as you will see when you visit the link.

As most of us are aware, war looms in March, unless they want to alter the game plan, for one reason or another. Some of you may be unaware of a key feature concerning Israel and the US, in relation to the war making macrame that has knotted together the coalition of the willing and the duped, by way of deception. It's hot and heavy breathing, while seeking Armageddon, beneath the dashboard light; “What's it gonna be boy”? Why do I feel so much optimism? This rattles around in my head on a regular basis. Why do I feel like everyone on the planet, either has one of those things on their head from that film “The Frighteners” or some other codeword or sign? I feel like two men standing in a field, being schizophrenic ...and glad that I am actually only one of them.

Yeah, a lot of people are selling 'wolf tickets'. I used to hear all about them in prison and we all run into them here and there; at a poker table it's called something else and some of us get by, by doing that as a routine. Sooner or later you get called on it. I want to point out that Iran possesses certain armaments and other things that have not been reported on and that is what makes the situation so dicey and why they are even still around.

The purpose of demonstration, has two main components, in the movie now playing and it is critical, personally, to each of us, which of these applies to us. On the one hand, it is just that' a series of events devised to show you what happens, when certain things happen. On the other hand, it is about awakening qualities of being that can only emerge under certain conditions; well, you can get them other ways by simply seeking and practicing them but that is usually the province of singular souls. Most of the time we are put into situations that force them to appear. It's generally preferable to be working at acquisition beforehand.

The lack of these qualities is why the majority of bloggers dance around the truth. Sometimes, that is because of the profit motive and sometimes it is out of fear, but if the majority of us were to start calling it out on a regular basis, it would be much more effective than the Occupy movement and impossible to contain or control. We need to get our 60's outfits on and carry on the timeless tradition of kindred souls, in alliance for the greater good. If we shake the internet, the world will vibrate like a tuning fork. In a certain way, the internet is like the ether upon which the elements operate. Please make this ideal go viral my friends. Please declare and dissertate upon what is common knowledge for all of us. Follow the courageous lead of Mike Stathis. Let us raise the level, the intensity and the courage of the discourse. Call it out folks, if you can't or won't, please note the reasons already given. United we stand, divided we fall; strength in numbers, unity of purpose, blitzkrieg der wunderbar! If we raise our voices and state what is, changes in tactics will have to be made. They are getting away with what they are getting away with, precisely because we do so little collectively with what we have. We are the power. We are the spokespeople for the 99%. Let theme have their megaphones. We will be the bullhorns. Gore the ox with paradox, gliding on the lake. Honk! Honk! Reprobate!

Are the things I stated not true? They are true. They cannot be denied and far more is also true. Look what happened to Russia. Do you want that to be you? Truth does not need argument or alibi. Truth need only be proclaimed. Use humor. Use satire. Use what you have. Is this in poor taste? Is it in poor taste compared to using Palestinians for target practice? Is it in poor taste, compared to emptying a clip into a ten year old girl, 'confirming the kill' and then walking away free? Is it in poor taste compared to Rachel Corrie? Is it in poor taste in comparison to the flotilla action? Is it in poor taste, compared to thousands of other examples of poor taste and psychopathic mendacity? Is it in poor taste compared to the millions dead and displaced in Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya and elsewhere? Is it? Is it? They were behind all of this, as they are now behind the push for World War 3; these invented people who seek to replace the real people that they call invented.

How does this not come around to you sooner or later? Think about it. Think hard. It is on your doorstep.

His Rachel Corrie Moment (In Memory of Asma al-Mughayr).

the cross-hairs fix
across the rooftops

wind from the south-
....five knots

and leading
across the space where birds
have flown

but now
in the cold Ashka-Nazi eye

the young girls form
moves in laughing dance

arms gathering the laundry
she dreams
and surely she must hope
of a world and a life beyond today

as finger tightens
upon trigger...

when it came
the explosion was

of such a force that...

he came too

like Romeo's ghost upon
the imagination's palanquin of night

the bearers of the darkness
they toiled
underneath the thrust

of bullet and finger touching
the silenced heart

and
blood like a fountain
sprayed upon the sheets...

....some secret code
that she read as
she fell dying to the roof

this...

his Rachel Corrie moment come
round at last.

End Transmission.

I'll try to get a radio show together for this weekend.

The Horse Latitudes of Interim.

2011-12-26T14:48:00.004+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Greetings and welcome to the post Christmas, pre-New Year's, Sargasso Sea. A momentary doldrum intrudes into The Horse Latitudes of Interim; creating a sort of, 'hobbyhorse in the swimming pool' effect. Of course, you don't have a current to carry you but you have the effect of motion. You might as well imagine that the bobbing and dipping effect presents the illusion of movement. We're all about illusion here on Planet Terra; or Tara, for you metaphysicians. As you can imagine, epidemic madness is the general resulting state, for anyone, not aligned with, or hooked into something meaningful. And so it goes (those of you, unable to even skim the dense, linked article, can move on to the part of this post which says, “End Transmission.......”). Or merely absorb this quote, “Those whom the god's would destroy they first drive mad”.

Here are the primary enemies of humanity; ignorance, greed, indolence, unbridled appetite for the material over the immaterial; meaning evolution is no longer an upward swing. We are not here talking about Darwinian evolution and never have been, as far as I know. The secondary enemies of humanity are banks, corporations and political, religious and social leadership. Some think it more convenient to blame secret societies for their ills but that is akin to blaming the day for the activities of the night, or the light for casting shadows. First ask, “Who am I”? Then ask, “Where am I”? Then ask, “What is this”?

There are other enemies to be sure but they can be located by observing the 'birds that flock together'. The original enemy is internal. The secondary enemy is external, according to the Law of Reflection. Some of the confusion can be noted in the barbershop window effect, where the repeating image curves out of sight. With me so far? Uh huh (grin). The question is, “Am I with me so far”?

The most common result of runaway materialism is insanity squaring itself; M=ic2. That's probably not correct but it was intended as humorous relief. In any case, as materialism progresses toward cosmic resolution, the total amount of nut-jobs expands, to the point that cannibalism becomes ordinary and I'm not kidding. It's not right this minute you have to worry about. It's down the road but... down the road is the direction set from right this minute. Everything is connected, for better or worse. One large migration is headed into an inferno of madness driven, chaos and confusion. One migration of indeterminate size is headed elsewhere. You can see the genesis of mutation for the benefit of control systems here. Nothing that means anything at the moment, in terms of social or religious constructs, bears any resemblance to the original and authentic construct. Since the morphed and mutated constructs have slipped beyond relevant connection to essence, they are inescapably bound for destruction.

I am standing on the dock waving my handkerchief, as the ship sails away, or I am waving from the ship, or, I am looking through a train window at another train passing and experiencing some kind of Twilight Zone effect. What is 'I'?

We note that Newt was unable to get the signatures necessary to get on the ballot in certain important states. Various reasons are given for this and none of them are the truth. The truth is that Newt has about the same level of support he had many months ago, which is nearly nothing. All of sudden, he became the front runner but... he was not and is not the front runner. 'They'; Zio-Ogre Media, simply said that he was. The reality manifested when they couldn't get enough people to agree to 'sign ze papers'. He has no support but 'they' are working on that through, 'perception management'. Romney isn't even close to Ron Paul in Iowa. I would say that Ron Paul's backing in Iowa is over 50% in reality and very likely that and more around the country, among those who have even heard of him.

Reality is that the old ways and the machinations of the entrenched elite, as well as the parasitical entities, that have become fully emergent over recent decades, is on their way out. That is how it is. They are going down and their reaction is to become worse than they have ever been, as a defense against their own demise. It is futile. They are going down, literally and figuratively. They are being unmasked and forces they weren't even aware of, have them in the crosshairs. Everything they do, works against everything they intend. It seems different because of perception management; depending on whether your perceptions are being managed. That is a matter of whether 'you' are managing them, or not.

This is an old story. There's nothing new here, “What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun”. People have a problem with this. People who believe in fairness and equality for all, cannot get their minds into a position to grasp how it is. You can argue that it shouldn't be. You can rail against it but you will not change it. It is like the caste systems that any idealistic thinker finds it impossible to accept the reality of. The formalized caste systems of India are present everywhere but they are expressed differently. Try to move up from the sidewalks of London to his Lordships table and see what I mean. It does happen now and then, simply to keep the illusion in place. It's like lottery tickets. Someone wins here and there, so that means you might win too. Sure you will.

I'm not saying that caste systems are appropriate or desirable. My view has nothing to do with it. Yours doesn't either. Things are what they are. Reincarnation takes care of every desire you have, to be somewhere on the pecking order. Go to the bottom and rise to the top. Rise to the top and head for the bottom, or simply tread water in the doldrums. That is how it is on Planet Earth. Earth is a launching pad to many other places. Fair, expresses itself in many ways, not necessarily here. This is the boot camp planet, where what is desirable is not desirable. It's the place where you get your values and priorities straight, by seeing where your choices take you. It looks grim but its not. It depends on you. No matter what, it still comes down to who you know, not where you are and what you can do but who you know. I won't add any more to that. I've already gone on ad infinitum about it.

For better or for worse, you are where you are, in the times in which you find yourself. What you are is the determinant. What you are and who you are, is the determinant. It is all about your capacity for self-recognition. The less self recognition resident in you, the more your identity is conferred by surrounding forces. Your greatest defense against being swallowed up, is self recognition and that is precisely why Bitch Media is engaged in telling you who you are. It is to their profit and gain for you to be who and what they say you are, until they tell you something different. An informed public is either an aware or deluded public, depending on who is informing them.

Now, we are going to see what happens when 'push comes to shove'. Keep in mind that the seemingly great power of external force, is only as consistent and reliable as the power it receives to act out. The moment the power switches to another routing configuration, or switches off, all of the official and enforcement vehicles no longer operate. They stop moving. The transiting age DEMANDS transformation. It is cyclic and cannot be opposed by any temporal means. If you were a tree you might observe the power of your command, that your leaves not tremble in the wind. That's a good analogy and it doesn't matter how it looks at the moment, depending on how your perceptions are being managed. What matters is how it is.

The Horse Latitudes are one thing. The Whore Latitudes are another. Decadence is not enduring. The fall of a culture is not suddenly arrested and reversed. Demanding that something be so, to suit your engineered identities, in order to support your appetites, or your need for acceptance, falls on deaf ears. Some things may prosper and proliferate for certain periods of time. History can be altered. Bait and switch can be global. Vice can replace virtue and be generally accepted as so, for the purpose of demonstration. Lack of restraint and the arrogant dismissal of all humility and modesty can seem trendy and cool. Fashion can make the ridiculous acceptable and desirable, for the purpose of demonstration. Lady Gaga can be grown in a septic, hydroponic tank and mainlined as an incarnation of Lady Nature ...but not for long. Sure, it can seem to go on for awhile, according to your watch, but that is relative time. This is all being engineered for the purpose of demonstration and not by the ones who think they have the remote control in their hands.

Just when you think you have the whole world in your hands, it extends out of your reach, for the sole purpose of showing you what happens when your grasp exceeds your reach. What reason could there be for people who have far too much and want more? Is there any sanity to be found in this? Crazy is as crazy does and no matter what you have or who you are led to believe you are, for however long it happens, it's worse than nothing if you can't enjoy it. There is no more bitter pill than getting what you wanted and then realizing the cost and what attends it. Ah well, so it goes.

End Transmission.......

Dancing Dandelion Dreamsicles and Komodo Dragons.

2011-12-20T17:30:00.004+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses be dipped in God's dry martini and may you be wigged with divine intoxication; especially me (grin).

Incoming!!! Outgoing? Row, row, row your boating! Dancing dandelion dreamsicles, are melting in the atmosphere and making yellow snow that you can eat. The moist suspended particles are being sucked into a cloud of unknowing and bringing you golden showers and the sun is adding LSD to your acid rain. You may not be doing well with your stocks and bonds, if you consider what stocks are when you've committed some moral offense and they stick your head in one and bonds can bind, which is okay for the people into that kind of sex. What everyone really wants is a high fuckability index. Isn't that what you most want for Christmas? Ask Santa Claws. Perhaps after he climbs down the chimney he'll climb into bed with you and do an Al Pacino from The Devil's Advocate, with his claws on your back and then you'll sound like he was dragging them down a blackboard. It's the right time to drop the chalk. Pretend it's the soap. You'll be glad you did. Just call me Ben Dover. And be thankful! The best thing about Gratitude is that it leads to more reasons to be grateful. Keep at it and you'll soon be ululating like someone in a chador and... that is what you really came here for.

Ron Paul is surging as The Occupy movers are merging and aren't you glad it's not Rue Paul? Still we did get J. Edna Hoover (couldn't resist) and we're not being Un-P.C. It was just a word play that turned out that way. No! Turn this way and swing your partner and you too could hit an 'angel flying too close to the ground'. Round and round and round she goes and then she flies right up your nose (where's my K? Come on people), which is a little different and probably more desirable than a Whiffenpoof. I believe a Whiffenpoof is a bird that flies in increasingly tighter circles, until it disappears up it's own asshole. I couldn't find that on Google. This is probably because there are so many of them in important political positions at the moment; John McCain certainly comes to mind, who are going to be in other positions soon, when John Milton gets his hands on them; no, not that John Milton.

I was talking to Rudy Guiliani the other day and I asked him if he knew how to keep an asshole in suspense. He said, “No, How do you do it”? I said, “I'll tell you later”. Madeline Albright, or not too bright, or dimly lit, as the case may be, has been hanging out with Vladimir Putin, now and again and the other day, she told him she wanted a breast enhancement surgery and she was wishing she could get it done by one of those Philippine psychic surgeons who pull those chicken liver tumors out of people but, like in reverse ...and she wanted Putin to pay for it and she kept harassing him about it and saying that he owed her and I don't know why that is but that's what she was saying and finally Putin told her that he knew a way that she could get bigger, firmer breasts and it wouldn't cost a dime and half a million Iraqi children wouldn't have to die either and she asked him how and he told her just to rub some toilet paper between her breasts and it would automatically happen and then she went ballistic and asked him if he really thought she was stupid enough to believe that. She was really angry and half a dozen Iraqi children died, without her even having to help in the process. Putin reassured her that it would work and he did not think she was stupid, only cold blooded and genetically linked to the Komodo Dragon, which is why he uses the endearment; “My comode dragon”, when he is in the mood. She was still resistant to the idea and smelled a rat, even though Paul Wolfowitz was in another country at the time, blowing an exiled oligarch and she continued to rant and two more Iraqi children died but at least she seemed to be going into remission and that is when she asked him by what means did this process work, where your breasts got bigger and firmer from rubbing toilet paper between them and that is when Putin said, “I'm telling you it works, look what it did for your ass”. Can I get a witness! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! and so on and so forth.

A dozen deranged dirigibles departed from Denver after Tom Brady wiped the floor with Tim Tebow and everything in the NFL now has a 'mop and glow' effect that kind of looks like Justin Bieber, who is to music what Mariah Carey is to compassionate trickle down, in the way that George W. Bush is a regular guy you would want to have a beer with, as long as his beer was half sulfuric acid and you got to serve it to him, with a napkin over your arm like John Wayne Gacy was the sommelier and “Yes, I would like two of your small boys and a glass of sherry with a Sandusky back”. Merry Christmas!!! and hold the mayo; no, not Gerard Mayo and not The Mayo Clinic either. Cancer research and treatment is to permanent cures what charity balls are to public assistance. They discovered long ago that producing more cancers, was a private prison industry like perk, to the medical community and I didn't have to see Breaking Bad to figure that out; not that there is any connection anyway.

Speaking of dead and missing district attorneys, with ruined laptops, does my ass look fat in these jeans? Having a young boys ass when you are old, is Nature's way of telling you you are doing the right thing, at least as far as your ass is concerned and not one fecal matter joke so far so that should put an end to those rumors about my lineage.

TSA all the way! TSA all the way! Speaking of Rahm Emmanuel, since it's Christmas; he's the kind of guy that would have dinner with Janet Napolitano and then sneak into her bedroom and go into the laundry hamper for some of her underwear and it's not like the next stop is Sothebys'. “Bobby: I'd like an omelet, plain, and a chicken salad sandwich on wheat toast, no mayonnaise, no butter, no lettuce. And a cup of coffee.
“Waitress: A #2, chicken salad sand. Hold the butter, the lettuce, the mayonnaise, and a cup of coffee. Anything else?
Bobby: Yeah, now all you have to do is hold the chicken, bring me the toast, give me a check for the chicken salad sandwich, and you haven't broken any rules.
Waitress: You want me to hold the chicken, huh?
Bobby: I want you to hold it between your knees.” And so on and so forth. Here's Johnny! Of course a lot of people don't remember or didn't hear about Jack being kinda, sorta in the mix when Polanski was chicken ranching and I know most people didn't read the little girls statement about how it went down and the back door sodomy portion and that's got nothing to do with the fact that they call a Vietnamese with more than one dog a rancher.

Yes, by now, people might well be wondering about me but I am wondering about you and how you are handling the holidays and I want to lighten the mood, in a pressurized vertiglio fashion, with a jump back Jack, see ya later' Michael Jackson, Battlestar Galactica magic ring on my finger, which does not mean we are engaged, unless you believe like I do, that this is a group effort; plenty of time for me to get all misty eyed, in the next two or three couple of days and... No, I do not want you to play Misty for me. Of course I wonder how many people get all my allusions and I am not under the illusion that most people do. Why don't you try to write about current events most days, without it being a looping redial. Remember, Dial spelled backwards says 'laid'. I can do commercials, as long as I don't get paid and ♫you should throw a brick today through McDonalds♫ Do it today! Speaking of used prophylactics, laundered and hanging on the wash-line, do you prefer safe and protected sex or retroactive abortion in the case of Sean Hannity? You know it's the end times when people actually make it a point to listen to people like this. These are the people that don't know the difference between an IUD and an IED. One's preventive and the other is proactive and I'm still pissed off about Patrick Tillman. Except for Giordano Bruno, I never lost a friend that meant that much to me that I didn't even get to see for a few lifetimes.

“Bobby: I move around a lot, not because I'm looking for anything really, but 'cause I'm getting away from things that get bad if I stay.”

Christmas is as Christmas does and if you need a holiday to behave the way you should all year long then you are definitely the sort of person that goes to church on Sunday; “One day of prayin' and six nights of fun. The odds against goin' to heaven, six-to-one”. Speaking of aptly named tunes, “still shakin it here Boss”.

Ah, we've come to the end of another broadcast, which is to mixed metaphors what mixed venues are to 'how the Hell did I get here in the first place'? I do not intend to chicken and egg this thing to death and no Iraqi children died while I was writing this, but a school bus load went down when Howdy Doody said that he was the 4^th best president. Yes, there is a reason that you and I don't get elected president, or want the job and it definitely has to do with times of darkness and the kind of 50 foot tall 'Curse of the Demon' types that you meet in the Tibetan Book of the Dead. The kind of people who think they can make a difference are the kind of people that prove it by making things worse. I have a far greater contempt for the people that still support this clown than I do for the man himself, who's just a freeze dried asshole that looks like a chicken butt ring, that these same people keep trying to convince me tastes like calamari. The place where you get the best calamari, is the place where they beat it on rocks, fresh out of the ocean and it goes to show that is the first place they pick to destroy the economy of. The Portuguese, The Italians and the Greeks are children. When you know that you can appreciate them the way I appreciate you (grin). Just kidding!

Baby, you know I love you. She didn't mean anything to me and now I appreciate you all the more because of it. It's a good thing that it happened. I only wish you had been there in a Doublemint Spearmint Gum sort of a way. If it weren't for threesomes, we wouldn't have the triangle but you go tell that to Pythagoras. He's still pissed that I confused him with Paracelsus. It's one of those Pliny the Elder and Pliny the Younger things, except it's not. Yeah, I do have a little background in the things you people excel at but I was being kind and self diminishing, because if I'm not, someone else is going to do the job for me. Merry Christmas!!! Merry, Merry Christmas!!! Catch the spirit but don't expect this posting to be an example of what it feels like. I love you and I thank you. I'm less than nothing without you.

End Transmission.......

Sunday's radio show is available for download. James will have his Christmas show coming up and I will be visiting with the redoubtable Robert Phoenix for two hours Friday morning at 10:00 AM Pacific Time. If you got questions then let him hear about it beforehand.

Have Yourself a very Merry Apocalypse.

2011-12-17T13:58:00.003+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

One thing I have noticed about panic is that it drains your strength. If you're in the ocean and a heavy current gets you. If you're caught in the woods and the weather gets bad, things can happen to your state of mind. You lose your cool and your judgment goes out the window; provided you can find a window in the middle of the woods for it to escape through. Once I was in the woods in upstate New York with a girlfriend. It was winter and we had gone out for a walk in the wild. There was a lot of snow. We'd gone some distance when a heavy snow began to fall. The wind came up and all we had to find our way back was our footprints. They were disappearing faster than we could make any headway. My girlfriend suddenly got very sluggish and said, “I just want to lay down here for a little while” and she proceeded to lay down in a snowbank. I should add that we were on psychedelics at the time, so, you can picture, or maybe not, some idea of how it was.

I pulled her to her feet and said, “You're not going to die out here”. She was listless and difficult to ferry along but we managed. Somehow or other we got back to the cabin pretty directly. Everything was white, including the air. We were on ancient Indian land in a place called Tonesga; near as I can remember the name, close to Phoenicia. I'm being anecdotal for a reason and roundabout we will be getting to our point.

Nature isn't something you mess with. More than once I have been in situations, where all sorts of things could have happened. I read a scientific study which said something like, “if all the power goes off in New York City, half the people will be dead in a week.”. I remember reading this study and thinking at the outset that this had to be bullshit. However, as I read the article, I could see how they came to believe something like this. I can't remember where I saw it now or even what it said. All I remember is that it was pretty convincing. Things can happen pretty quick; much quicker than you might think.

I've looked at the news over the past week and I've run out of things to say. It goes on and on, running in place. It's all pumped full of air like Wonder Bread. I remember once demonstrating what you could do with Wonder Bread. You can take a whole loaf of it out of the package and compress it into something about the size of a baseball. They say that “Wonder Bread builds strong bodies 12 different ways”. There are these large industrial areas where they store the flour that they make these breads out of. Rats and cockroaches were feasting on it, excreting into it and breeding in it. What they did was to remove all the vitamins, minerals, every component that made it food, so that the vermin wouldn't eat it. Then they added it all back in again when they went to bake the bread. They've moved on from this sort of thing to ever more devilish applications.

The main holidays of the year are coming up. It's going to be pretty grim in a lot of places. People get very strange around the holidays. They eat and drink too much and begin to behave badly. We've got that 'desperation on the cusp of madness' thing warming up off stage. I see all the crazy shit as being very predictable. People are up against the wall and they're thinking about the guns in the closet. There are a whole lot of guns in a whole lot of closets. They had the biggest day for firearm sales ever, a couple of weeks ago. Manic panic is in the air along with Jingle Bells and Silent Night.

I feel like I was cruising along in a Volkswagen Bug, in a rainstorm, when a great big Peterbilt went by and covered my windshield with mud. I can't see anything. Of course, I immediately slowed and pulled to the side of the road. The windshield wipers are smearing the mud from side to side and I still can't see anything. That's how the world looks to me at the moment. Anything I can say, I already said before and the same indicators are streaming across the LED screen but nothing is happening. There's a lot of threats and threatening behavior directed at the population by the bankers and politicians through their enforcement proxies. The financial powers of The West are full time messing with The East. They aren't flinching. They're staying the course and they keep beating that dead horse, who might well get up and turn into a fire breathing Pegasus named Devadatta, if Kalki jumps into the saddle. It's not just the Srimad-Bhagavatam that mentions a white horse, by the way. All this stuff is allegory and analogy. It's not literal.

I can't talk about what's going on in the world at the moment. I'd just be repeating myself and I don't like phoning it in. I was thinking how I should have some topical intent operative but that doesn't seem so important at the moment. I don't want to talk about Newt Gingrich or any of the rest of the drugstore cowboys who are soon to reap the whirlwind. I can't think of anything to say about them or the conditions that they are fostering to the detriment of all living things. I look at them and their activities and my mind goes blank.

I've been having extended conversations these days with my invisible friend(s). It's going on all day long now. Last night, I laid in bed for hours engaged in a back and forth. Then I would fall asleep and a little while later I would awaken and it was going on again. When I woke up this morning it was still going on and I laid there for awhile, pretty much suffused with love and repeating myself over and over, my words simply expressing that. I got my tea and came here to the computer and looked over the news at the various sites I go to and nothing got my attention. It lays there like a lump of fossilized fecal matter in the world's colon. It's old shit. It's the same shit. It's repeating shit, as the terminally batshit get more and more mentally disturbed. Politicians are groveling like crack whores before the throne of Israel. Something very dark and heavy is hidden behind the curtains. It smells bad and its got complete control over world leaders. All of them are afraid of it. No one in the establishment is speaking out against it. It must be very powerful, seemingly powerful, indeed. It must have that Old Black Magic coming up in buckets from some infernal well.

I can't see anything out there. I see what's in front of it but I don't see what's behind it. I'm compelled to fall back on the inner sanctuary of my thoughts and the voice in my head. The voice in my head could not be more optimistic and it wants me to get that understood, as a living reality and not pay any attention to the orcs and trolls who are plundering and pummeling at will. The corruption and oppression are unreal. There's none of that here where I am. It's all 'out there' somewhere.

I was being told that there are some number of remarkable people moving among us and that there was going to be unexpected encounters for some of us. Certain individuals have come down into the mix from more serene and faraway places, in order to be of assistance in this dark hour. Apparently, some of them have a great deal of power and wisdom but they are not traveling with an entourage and you can't see them unless they announce themselves to you, which apparently they are going to do. I heard a lot about this last night. I was told that there was only so much we could accomplish on our own internally, while seeking to be synced up with our higher self; that we needed to come into the presence of some of these beings because there was a hands on thing that could only happen through a physical vehicle; some kind of transmission from one to the other. That sounds exciting and I know these people exist. It sounds very positive too. Because everywhere else, in every direction you turn, outwardly, there's just more and more ugly demonstration of the very worst of us, in a dance of violence, like rampaging alcoholics or demented baboons tearing up a stripper's dressing room. Mean faced men and hard faced women are seething with ill concealed rage. They want to hurt somebody and there's no time like Christmas for that.

It's the weirdest thing. It all looks grim and threatening on the outside and ...on the inside, without any real evidence, except for feelings and the small voices from another plane, there's a steam of steady assurance that it's not going to play out the way anyone thinks and no matter how out of control it looks, it is very much under control. The outrageous buffoonery of the major players is breathtaking. I can come to no other conclusion than that it is for the purpose of demonstration.

Every living thing has a contact with its author somewhere inside. In a moment, the impetus can go out for nearly anything. The ineffable can text message the whole world, marching orders can go out. Major confusion can appear in the minds of those who were so coldly focused and maliciously intense only a short time before. This is something I think about a lot and which doesn't get mentioned much; how we are all on a hard wired and wireless network and in less time than it takes to write the rest of this sentence, the entire atmosphere can change into just about anything.

I think about the temporal rulership and how countries, with only a marginal connection to each other, all have leaders behaving in similar fashion, except for some rare locations like Iceland and maybe a handful of other places. The exposure of corruption from every theater of existence is epidemic. In the governments, religions and economic sector, there is panic joined with an ever increasing need for control, while control just slips away as the grasping intensifies. It can't be long now. It's all held together with masking tape and chewing gum. Meanwhile, that eerie, positive and optimistic feeling keeps motoring right alongside the biggest traffic wreck of the age.

End Transmission.

I will be on the Robert Phoenix radio show this coming Friday for up to two hours at ten AM Pacific Time. I'll have the direct link up as we get closer to the day.

The Naked Emperor at The Mad Hatter's Tea Party.

2011-12-13T13:34:00.004+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(people question my optimism and no doubt my observations and associations as well, on occasion. Mostly, the people who come here are in the same groove but there are the obvious departures with things like the optimism and who the bad guys are. It could be that because I am unshakeable on both that that is the reason-grin- anyway we try to address at least the first one today.)

The rich are different than us. It never fails to amaze me how people with more than they need, or will ever spend, are so insecure and grasping for more and more, as if money will insulate them from the vicissitudes of life and the terrors of the unknown. As a matter of fact, it puts them right in the gun-sights of the cosmos. The money and wealth thing is an ancient dance with a timeless resolution. It's as problematic for those who possess it as it is for those who don't possess it. It affects everything about your life but it mostly affects what you put value on and that has a great deal to do with your character and fate. It's been said that the 'love' of money is the root of all evil. That means even if you don't have it, you can still be victimized by it. America is a capitalistic society. That means that inevitably at some point it will become fascist. Imperialism is an extension of this. All systems that proclaim personal liberty in their founding documents, invariably wind up as a tyranny.

When a system like this goes into decline, as it presently has, it begins to fall at a certain arc, which steepens as it goes, until eventually one gets the impression that it simply fell off a cliff. The culture in decline is like the season of Fall. At first the leaves are very colorful, as befits the decadent tone of incipient doom. Then the leaves all get brown and finally there are stark and bare trees because the winds come. It's like that. At the end time of this kind of society, it is rule by corporations, which is why the nine vultures on The Supreme Court ruled person-hood for corporations. The laws of the land are set according to the imperatives of the market place. They no longer have to do with fair judgments, as a non respecter of class differentials. The laws become a defense mechanism for the powerful and well to do and a club and chain link fence for the poor and middle class, whose status they are responsible for. Since they are in the minority, they need all the advantages they can get.

Members of The Tribe, now openly boast about their control of the populace and the fact that the majority never reads the alternative press but gets their information from the media that they have near total control over. They have their pawns in place, whom they put forth and caused to be elected because they own the currency printing press. Because of their control of Wall Street, they can make the economy yo-yo any time they want to and this is applied as a control mechanism as well; just as it was when they engineered The Great Depression. They controlled who got elected through a combination of things; electoral fraud, media disinfo and saturation, as well as lots of money. This way they can make the laws and set policy. They inform their elected stooges about who they want appointed to the courts and all other similar postings. They control general perception and the flow of events, including false flags, which are used to bolster the population's fears about an external enemy, who is also domestically based. It's a climate of suspicion, designed to divert the mind from what they themselves are doing.

The movement of the culture and the enforcement arm of corporate will, moves relentlessly from bad to worse. One could hardly be faulted for questioning my optimism. However, I see the seeds and signs of their downfall everywhere and I know that the cosmos has a cyclicity that is the centerpiece of its operative schematic. This I can see everywhere, directly in Nature and indirectly in the culture, where Nature has been adapted. This is a given for me. I've looked at it long and hard and... I believe deeply as well. There is an order to things. Possibly many cannot see this but for me it's hiding in plain sight all over the place.

There is a certain clownish buffoonery that comes about in the last stages of the end game, where overblown caricatures dominate the public viewing arenas. This is attended by, in your face criminality, by the forces of business and in the political realm as well. We see this in Mr. Corzine. People know that looting went on though they may not know who really did it and what the circumstances were. This is like unto AGI, only different (grin) and, of course, the same predatory agents are engaged in most questionable activities. The whole war on terror thing is to distract from the real terrorists and their daily looting and mass murder around the globe. Now they are going after Russia and one of their members, an oligarch, is intending to run against Putin. It's not rocket science; identifying who is doing what and where. The Newtwit has come out of the lowest popularity percentage to lead all candidates for the GOP nomination. Nothing in real time has changed. It's all a fabrication. It's all smoke and mirrors. Public perception will be shaped and electoral fraud will take care of the end process. Yet I am optimistic.

I am watching a cycle in operation. I am seeing the stages through which it moves and am noting the absurdity and living satire of the present state and as I never tire of saying; it's all for the purpose of demonstration. You are being shown. Perhaps you are not paying attention but your attention will be seized at the time intended for that to happen. We know that evil destroys itself. This destiny is built into the nature of it. Why should we expect a different outcome this time? Isn't that the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results? No one has ever taken over the whole world. Alexander came close but no one has ever accomplished it and no one ever will. As Lao Tzu has stated, “The world is a sacred vessel, at the mere touch of the profane, it recedes”.

What confuses people and compromises their optimism is the power of appearances at any stage of the game. It looks one way but it is, in essence, something else. Think about a man who on the surface seems well formed and impressive but whose bones are rotten and hollow. This is the case here. If there were any one thing that anyone should impress on their consciousness, so that it is an accepted truth that cannot be challenged, it is that 'appearances are deceiving'. The sole purpose of those manipulating appearances is deception; “By way of deception”?

Look at the uniformity of the universe. Look at the planets rotating around the sun. Look at the moon in the sky and its phases. Look at all of the circular states and conditions that are everywhere to be seen. Look at the tides. Look the seasonal migrations of the birds. The whole thing is like some gigantic multidimensional clock, which is more than a clock but it does keep time. This should be cause for optimism. Pull the curtain back from the wizard. Look closely at The Emperor. Observe The Mad Hatter's tea party. Look at allegory and the mathematical precision of the cosmos. Look at what makes your computer function, both electrically and in terms of the manner in which it presents and processes information. Look at the internet and think of global telepathy and resonance. Think of consciousness unifying and creating a dynamic of judgment that is an extension of group consciousness. Yes, the group consciousness has been hijacked but this is The Apocalypse.

Look at the pronouncements of all the greatest books ever written. They are all similar when they talk about conditions and where they lead. Meanwhile, the circus goes on and the carnival and the games of chance continue. Chance is not as random as it seems and luck is simply one of Nature's laws that is not properly understood. When we think of the laws of Nature, from which we adapt the powers and routines by which a society operates, we need to keep in mind that there are a great many laws that the majority of us are unaware of. The discovery of new laws are tied directly to major advances in the state of our existence. Some of us discover some of these laws by self introspection. “The proper study of mankind is man”; gnosti seauton. Those so engaged have reason to be optimistic. Those not so engaged have reason to be pessimistic. A simple adjustment in one's basic perspective, effects immediate change.

Most all of these players on the grand stage of the moment are fools. They are ridiculous caricatures of themselves. Bill O'Reilly, with his umbrella, threatening to punch someone out is a bombastic and clueless embarrassment. We look at these talking heads and we assign importance to them because they have wide ranging face power. They make a lot of money. This pings on the subconscious and causes the masses to grant fealty. They are not important and they are nothing more than unamusing clowns. There is a reason for all of this reality TV that is not reality. There is a reason for all of the crazy and moronic spectacles of the moment. If you are treated as if you are stupid, you naturally accommodate to that subliminal invasion and act accordingly.

The whole gamut of the field of entertainment, music and the arts has been brought to its present state as evidence of something. This should be cause for optimism. The power within is greater than the power without. If the universe is behind you, nothing can be against you. The shadow, as has been said infinitum here, has only the power that you grant it. It is only a shadow. The hollow men are just that. Things can change in a twinkling and will at some point and then appearances will be redefined. The name Adam means, 'namer of things'. This is how you create your world and how it comes to be a prison in many cases. We have to name things correctly. We have to identify where the real power lies; not the appearance of power. We have to know the difference between shadow and substance. We have only ourselves to blame if we are seduced into believing what is not or ever will be true and “waking up is hard to do”.

End Transmission.

This week's radio show is available for download.

Intention, Destiny and the Cartoon Dance of the Temporal.

2011-12-10T17:39:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

“Strange days have found us”. 12/12 approaches. I believe everything is mind and a projection and creation of mind, at least as far as the material world is concerned. Ergo, the importance of dates has a relative importance to the importance placed upon it by the collective mind. It's one of the reasons that home-field advantage has an edge in sports competitions and you can extrapolate a great many things concerning this, that weighs into perceptions, concerned with politics, religion and social order.

It's been said this is a dream world and it doesn't take an acute capacity for observation to see that it is so. It's not just a dream world. It is also a sleep world; a deep sleep world and a world in which some number are awake or partially awake and the percentages of that depend on the impress of material culture on the collective mind. People think with their stomachs and their sex organs and their primary drive is survival, often no matter at whose expense. That is what makes selfishness the preeminent mind set in material culture and also what puts The Tribe in charge of perception, because they believe in nothing but the material imperative.

In times of change from one age to another, material culture goes on the chopping block because the state, status and condition of it is being transformed and reworked, to fit the drive and dimension of the coming age. Also on the chopping block, go those whose deceptive antics have been geared toward the enslavement of their fellows. Right now the entrenched minions of previous deception are en masse trying to jump to the new boat, to give the impression of themselves as the forces of positive change, as they slither and slide, to make the new world conform to the wishes of those who fucked up the previous world. It ain't gonna happen.

It is truly amazing to me how transparent the lies are and how colossally stupid, genus humanis ordinarius is. There is no question that change is an imperative because the present direction has them dropping down on to all fours within a couple of generations. “Where there is no vision, the people perish”. Puke Gingrich now says that the Palestinian people is a myth and there should be no solution that they should all just move to an Arab country. Puke is a catamite of Adelson and a long time butt buddy of Netanyahu. He's taken a certain stance to make the general impression that he is over the top and that the Israelis are compassionate and fair by comparison; which they are not. They are bloodthirsty killers, who will never budge an inch and who want to drive The Palestinians into the sea, which is why they claim the reverse with everyone else. None of those Arab wars were started by the Arabs, which the world wide Israeli media have convinced the easily deluded, is what happened. It didn't.

This site has been consistent in not labeling all Jews as bad people, even though the writer has taken a lot of heat for not using his words a certain way and not acknowledging that all Jews are evil. However, with their natural predisposition to the world of matter, in times of darkness, more of them are seduced into bad behavior than any other group of people. It's that Golden Calf things and the majority of the ethnic labels that are attributed to them are right on and have always been and history proves this because no other people, by an enormous margin, have been expelled from nearly every country on Earth for the same thing over and over. Their behavior in the Weimar Republic and the condition of cabaret society, amply proves that their actions and way of being, was directly responsible for the rise of Hitler. Anyone who studies the times will come to the same conclusion. Judicial.Inc used to have an outrageous and graphic collection of evidence concerning what was going on then.

In the meantime, this writer lived off and on in The Jewish Rockies for twenty plus years, coming and going from Maui and was intimately involved with these people and saw firsthand the good and the bad on a regular basis; was badly victimized by them and considerably helped out more than once. I know I was put in this position to come to the conclusions I have progressively arrived at at this time. Because of my indescribably intense kundalini experience, I was put in various states of sexual awareness and put through chemical bouts with certain substances for the purpose of having compassion for those going through them. As I have stated earlier, sometimes, no matter how intensely we labor or petition for the removal of our shortcomings, they don't go anywhere because they are in place to give us compelling evidence of our limitations, shared with the body of humanity, so that we don't get the erroneous and misinformed perception that we are better than others.

Sometimes we encounter those who can present a more elevated and perfected state of being and who then draw a certain kind of attention from others. What we find over time is that they are mostly just better actors and that the hidden flaws eventually reveal themselves over time. I have pointed out now and again that we have 3 faces. The first face is that face we initially show to the world and what we want people to accept as being true about us. It's what we want to believe we are and hope to finally maintain, each time we present it and then each time fail in sustaining. The second face is the one that reveals itself over time, as circumstances and conditions place us in those situations, where we react according to our mortal template. The third face is the one that reveals itself when danger and or tribulation and trial comes. This is the face that tells you who your friends are.

My tendency is to take people on first impressions presented, to add my belief in them as a supporting energy and then to be indulgent and forgiving as a fuller picture appears. This latter is important because I genuinely appreciate when I am treated in kind. I, one hundred percent believe in, the veracity of what that first link in yesterday's post delivers. I've seen it with my own eyes to the point that nothing I have seen contradicts it in life experience. At the same time, I know it is not comprehensive across the board. I like to call that trust but verify.

There are people who come around here talking that old 'eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth' thing, seeking after a world where we have a lot of blind people gumming each other to death. I am not the judge or executioner. That is handled by a far more capable agency and I prefer to be systematically prone to compassion because, 'there but for fortune goes I'. At the same time, it is my job to call them as I see them and for the reader to ameliorate and annotate as our interplay goes down; hopefully not down (grin).

It's our shortcomings that remind us to be understanding. Without them we can get the wrong impression about our place in the cosmic mix. This is one reason a sense of humor is so important. It's also one of the reasons that so many pumped up and pompous, self important types, who only see out and are not inclined to see in, are finding themselves in unfortunate public embarrassments, because ridicule is one of the tools of the cosmos, employed to inform us about what is real and enduring and what is ridiculous and temporary. It is an ancient truth that The Devil, manifesting in human form, through the vehicle of self interest and selfish objectives, fears and flees from ridicule and scorn like no other thing. If you can laugh at the absurdity, you rob the shadow of its power over you. This is a timeless truth, similar to that which states that fear and Love cannot occupy the same space at the same time. They naturally displace each other. This is so. Argue it till doomsday's break, if the former retains enough power in you to compete with the presence of the latter.

Atheists are quite correct in stating that God does not exist. The one whose presence they are disputing doesn't exist. That's a false archetype, miss-labeled and misidentified as something it is not. The God that the atheist does not believe in, does not exist. The God presented by most religions, is a blind for economic power and political and social control. That's all part of the dream web, which has no greater power than in times of material darkness.

We're here to find things out and to participate in and observe demonstrations that speak to the effectiveness and emptiness of what we believe to be true at any stage of our evolution. For us, evolution is a progression in consciousness that reverberates and resonates against something that is indefinable but which by reflex, expresses the integrity of the thought and substance we accord with the power to be real. Nothing is real in the temporal sense, because everything is in a state of transition and decay seen through time lapse photography. We are all gardeners, who watch what we have planted appear and grow, without ever seeing it arrive. We observe it increasing in size and presence, while seldom recognizing what it is and what it means, until it comes up against the destiny of its intrinsic composition, as everything must that is a temporary construct upon that which hides in plain sight, inside everything and everyone. We carry our doom and our liberation within us. It behooves us to inquire after what we feed and water, sooner rather than later.

The example of those cartoons and caricatures that surround us on the public stage, should tell us all we need to know about where that kind of thing leads and it's for the purpose of demonstration that you see it. Life is a moral tale. We're all headed somewhere based on our intention. It might be the cemetery. It might be Shambala and it might be something similar or something worse. It's all there in the intention and it is all exampled and determined and defined by the action of each, based on the intention at work. It's simple. It's allegorical and it's mathematical. It's what it is and it's what it's not, depending on how it resonates with what is timeless and eternal. That is the final arbiter of fate and character is the result of the relentless acting out of intention.

Philosophizing here about what began as a series of observations and experiences, in relation to the temporal, should serve to keep me, yet again off of a certain website (grin) but this is how the posting went all by itself. May this all serve to inform to a greater degree than it obscures. Have a wonderful day.

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Splatter-Casting the Undulations of the Apocalypse.

2011-12-04T17:13:00.004+01:00

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

When in the course of human shopping you come to an event or a collateral happenstance that can tend to hyper -invent and titillate your shivered timbers, you need to keep in mind how they turn all of this into firewood in other times. I was in Salamanca with my consort a few years ago. We were staying in an Ibis Hotel. We went out to get something to eat and came up on a plaza with a Burger King and sundry about and while passing through this mix, toward our hoped for sustenance, we came upon a crowd of decked out JonBenét Ramsey lookalikes, running 12 to fifteen I think so older than Jon but same effect, who were just standing around and I said something like, “pedophilia, smorgasbord wonderland for the hungry and we can't find a place to eat”, because it was just more of what I left to get away from; coming back from our unsuccessful trip, after a long twenty minutes they were all gone. The buses came there to take them home. They were dolled up for the night and curfew ran the louvers down the road but... it looked like they had all been collected and put back on the shelf. “This is what we're selling, see you next Friday night. Come early, check out the wares. Sleep tight. Buy low, sell high, ages? Hem lengths? Oh my my, Goody goody alright tuti fruti!

In the early seventies, angling back around to Glenn Beck; a man with issues? I wouldn't know but... I came into Palm Springs, California, I won't be far from there shortly and I had not slept for a couple of days, when a girl in a Thunderbird picked me up and took me home. I was about to go to sleep on the motel doorstep, because I had no money and I was dog tired. So it was, that I wound up sitting on a public bench in front of a bookstore called “Bookland”, which was the most successful bookstore in the U.S., at the time and could have become Borders because the force that did that kind of thing wanted to do it through Richard Yerxa (who owned it) at the time but Richard met me and that was part of what changed his mind about being the Steve Jobs kind of guy he could have been.

I was right in the middle of my kundalini explosion, running from the FBI, nationwide alert BOLO; had already run into Charlie Manson period. I was sitting in front of that bookstore and doing my own Occupy thing by bringing the cars up to the stop light, while sitting on that bench. My master had told me to “take the reins”! I was trying to. I had met Elvis Presley earlier in LA and it so happened that on the first night on that bench he pulled up in his limousine and rolled down the window; of course there were people running down the street and screaming “Elvis”!

He said, “Hey, I thought you were going to Phoenix”. I said, “I was, but I like it right here”. Then he said something like, “Good, glad to have you around, come by the house”. It was something like that that put an imprimatur on me, because the cops left me alone for many nights to follow because everyone thought I was a friend of Elvis Presley and the fact that I denied it and wouldn't talk about him made it all the more mysterious. He circled around about a dozen times that night, always waving at me as he went by or whatever.

Then I saw Elvis no more and I was still on the bench and it came to New Year's Eve and I was out there bringing the cars to the light when the police came. As they were questioning me, Richard came out of the bookstore and said, “He's a friend of mine”. (I had never met him until that moment) Then he said to me, “Why don't you come inside”? They were having a New Year's Eve Party. Richard and I began an intense and wild relationship that went through many changes. Richard was one of the most fearless men I have ever met. Many times I thought he was the devil himself. I saw him walk down the side of 60 degree sheer rocks in Tahquitz Canyon. He'd be laughing. I had a fear of heights. He had none. Nothing scared him. I went to prison shortly after for a couple of years and we saw each other on and off. I heard he spent some time in a Mexican jail. Richard and I and a handful of others are all the people that might have been and you should have gotten in touch with us then; you great big sleeping world because, now... now your hour of doom and judgment is coming upon you.

I haven't been the person I wanted to be, but on my own behalf, I will say that I never stop trying to be that person and I never will stop, not ever. In the meantime, things go on. I recently watched the whole four years of “Breaking Bad”. The episode with Tortuga was one of those life imitates art things. I couldn't imagine being the main character but I got a sense of how it is going in the hinterlands; those hinterlands I used to hike and hitchhike through in my travels, now to reoccur at a pending date looking for the, gone dead train of the long lost state, of whatever I thought I was looking for.

There are heroes among us. Among them is a Swiss journalist named Stefan Weber . Here is a man who has a problem with his weight; a kidney problems so that he has to go through the dialysis process weekly. He needs a new kidney. He doesn't even eat that much so it is some kind of an imbalance. I'm not a fan of transplanting things but I even thought about offering him one of mine, possibly not the best he could get (grin) but that is how impressed I am by someone living under routine, continuous discomfort, on the doorstep of departure, who is devoting his life and all that's in it to the better treatment of animals in Europe. I know him because he is a colleague of Susanne's and she found him though her own interest into dogs, while in Italy when we were there. Here is what they do in Southern Italy and probably in most southern countries. They go for holiday to the beach and take a puppy along for their kids to play with. When summer is over, they leave the dog behind. Yeah, they do just that. That is how I found The Little Guy, who is now one of the smartest dogs in the universe and of whom people are always asking; “what is that breed of dog”? They do that because he is so cool.

It tears your heart out to see them running in the streets and that seques into those girls running down the street and standing in front of Burger King and the Glenn Beck martinet playing mini me John McCain. Hose me down with a bucketful of Joe Lieberman leeches while you are at it. They're the new Velcro. I don't generally ever get anything for Christmas and for inexplicable cosmic reasons, I have often spent holidays alone; probably that Lord Shiva thing. I had one birthday party in my whole life but at least that one was attended by nine women and the husband of one of them. Now and again a lot of my good friends are women but the reason I mention this is that if you are thinking of sending me anything, or getting me anything; why not just give it to Stefan who is doing far more noble work than I under much more dreadful conditions.

People might say we waste too much time on animals and not enough time on each other but it is because of the way we treat animals that we have come to such a state. Gandhi had something to say about that and the true measure of a civilization but I can't remember the quote offhand. Caring about the least of us gets us around to caring about the rest of us and this is your Christmas season and the winter of your discontent.

Why is it that people can see turmoil brewing all around them and not tumble to the proximity and potential? The cosmos can drop you off too after it has had it's summer vacation. What used to hurt me the worst, was when the dog had moved on, during the time it took me to turn around and go back to look for it ; the dogs laying in traffic circles with circling shoppers on a self satisfaction track ...and look at that weird foreigner with the bag of dog food walking into the lawn circle where those dogs are hanging out and pouring out dog food. What's his trip?

I'm not dog specific. I'm life specific, if it has life. It turns into what I notice; like homeless people, you don't see them so much in the Europe I've been moving through because Europe has a much wider safety net than America, which is all pumped up with guns and laws and you can see the freedom disappearing under your footsteps. You can see the cram cities and the wide broken promised hinterlands that cannot be trespassed cause the market needs the space, or the military needs to practice what they preach, which is blow the fuck out of everything, my domination needs release. When my finger hits the trigger my dick gets hard cause I am fucking you for peace.

I don't know the name of the tune, go hum some Clair de Lune and you can short sheet Debussy while you are at it. The name of the game is the disappearing plain. Will that be paper or plastic?

The rhyme guy is looking to preempt this posting so, I'll quit while the going is good.

Have a wonderful day.

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There is a radio show tonight

A Transmission from the Kingdom of the Meat Puppets.

2011-11-30T12:43:00.004+01:00

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

Well, the assault bots are at it again, they even came in white contamination suits, pre-contaminated with a resident, violence virus that managed to get out, so I guess the suits don't work or, maybe it's a one way deal. I'm thinking it's a one way deal, like a two way mirror, which makes sense though you don't expect it would and that's how the bankers that they work for, managed to get things into the mess they are presently in.

The people can't occupy their own spaces because the people they elected to see to their interests are unable to see to their interests, because they have to see to the interests of the people, which has been the excuse over the course of the smack down. It's like this, they have to oppress the people and impinge and infringe on their freedoms, especially the right to assembly, in order to protect the rights of the people. It's kind of like making war to create peace.

Most of the people have a lot less money than they used to and now the big gift exchange is coming up, where people use material things to stand in the place of what they aren't willing to give instead. The result of this is that now seven out of ten Americans are overweight, half of those are obese and Mexico, probably due to proximity is movin on up. This is because flesh insulates us from a particular vulnerability that is the most desirable of all but gets in the way of self interest that will inevitably express itself in terminal ways. Love was last seen trying to hitchhike across the Pacific ocean cause there's no room at the inn.

All those wild and crazy shoppers, are shopping with money they don't have because hope springs eternal. It's a crapshoot as to where this is all going to wind up. You can keep in mind though that hardly anyone wins playing dice, except for the house and a small minority of people, who understand percentages and even those can vary widely on a given Sunday. No mater what, baby still needs a new pair of shoes.

Everything is connected to everything else, even if that connection has to be made through a whole lot of other connections. It's like six degrees of separation, or the scientific fact that everything is made out of the same thing, which you can take a couple of different ways, as far as main alternatives are concerned and be either a meat puppet or a spiritual being.

There are two problems that need a solution. One of them is you and the other is the bankers. As far as the personal problem goes, well, that's personal and it's been addressed a lot of times in these environs and doesn't need to be addressed again at the moment. The other problem is the bankers who are the court of last resort in the kingdom of meat puppets. Everybody has to go see them about something. Big corporations have to go see them, unless they are banks but even your neighborhood bank has to go to a larger bank and that bank has to go to a central bank, if only to get new currency. So the problem seems to be who is printing the money because they are the ones that tell the politicians and everyone else what to do, which is why David Rockefeller owns a big bank and why all those members of The Tribe own big banks.

Fixing the problem with banks, which determine the state of the culture, since they determine who does and does not get the money to practice or produce, whatever it is they bring to market, is critically important ...but unless you fix the problem with yourself, you can't fix the problem with banks. As it stands, the whole thing needs to crash, meaning turmoil and all sorts of unpleasant things are required to happen, in order to restore balance, unless a collective awakening brings about personal transformation and fractal, usurious, banker eradication. It might happen and it might not happen and it might happen in some places and not in others so, wiser minds should be in consideration of where they are located in respect of percentages and degrees of potential.

In times of self interest, which proliferates in times of material darkness, pride in one's personal choices becomes preemptive over the desire for change and results in the effort to make yourself feel good about whatever your lack of being able to control particular attractions has led to. Numbnut psychologists are now all about telling people they have to feel good about anything and everything, no matter what the cost is at any level. There are now more self help and recovery workshops based on the AA model (which I do see the good of in this particular instance) than we have space to list them here. There are proud and grateful survivors of everything and people who have been told it's okay to do and be anything because, “Hey, that's you baby, do your thing”.

The reality of the moment and moments coming, is that the old world is going down. Elements of the new world are already emergent in places. The old world does not want to go down but it will. That is an adamantine inevitability. Change or die is the hard truth here. Change or die.

Maybe it's possible for some collective group of people to storm the bastions and Bastilles of this world and take control of the situation. Putin did alright tossing the oligarchs out but Russia still has a lot of problems being caused by the usual psychopaths on the perimeters. So called people's revolutions haven't worked out, generally because the people weren't in command of the revolution. The bad guys were, so it not only wasn't a revolution, it was worse than what it replaced. Iceland managed to do the right thing but the same conditions and intelligence do not exist in a lot of other places, which gives an indication of some of the places you don't want to be when the shit hits the fan.

Even when revolutions do work out for particular nations, they have to endure the heavy threats, embargoes, financial meddling and imported terror that are the hallmark of Israel, USA and The Crown Colonies. It's always best to have a personal revolution first, in any case, because then you might wind up being informed about where to be, during the heavy breathing. It's all about breath, whether it be you, or the universe. My personal take is that one should be like one who stands on the shore of the ocean in a heavy storm and conducts it like a symphony, with their baton in motion. It's just more appearances moving across the screen and the fundamental disconnect with most people, especially those who think themselves informed by having a whole lot of information, that they can parrot for any circumstance, in the words of someone else, is that they are caught up in the perception that appearances are real when appearances are a lie. They are only part of the story and not the end of the instrument that you want to be on when the instrument is in operation, so far as perception goes.

I see the universe as benevolent and others see it as a scary and unpredictable place, while yet others see it as something to manipulate or dissertate upon, while it is in the process of gobbling them up. I believe in the fundamental “I don't know”, which does not mean I don't know nothing about nothing, no matter what. It means I get informed when I need to be informed and am not informed otherwise.

If the universe is a benevolent place then working with it is the key. In this sense, working with it seems to favor things like Feng Shui, Aikido, natural-non invasive healing and a general t'ai chi mindset. It seems to favor wu wei. I see the universe as a dance, primarily, which comes out of the sound of a cosmic drum that brings the resonance of Om. That's how I see it and that is how it has shown itself to me. I believe, as Lao Tzu says that one should not be hasty with the master's axe lest they injure themselves. For me, all I need to know is in The Way of Life. That's how I try to conduct my life. I see where my mistakes have gotten me and also what got me past and out of my mistakes.

People have a lot of arguments about the Hindu caste system, while not seeing the presence of the British or American caste system, or the caste systems that exist everywhere. One of the most important states of mind anyone can come to is when they are finally able to accept something that goes against their sense of justice and personal interest but which proves to be true. I'm not defending caste systems. I'm acknowledging them, IN WHATEVER WAY THEY ACTUALLY HAPPEN TO EXIST. All of this was simply so that I could use caste system in a sentence (grin); actually an example.

Some of us have Brahmanic tendencies and some Kshatriyas. Some are Vaishyas and some Shudras. That's just how it is. Recognizing what you are is a key to recognizing what you actually are, outside of appearances; or should I say 'inside'? I should mention, you can change your caste. I was a Kshatriya for the longest time and now I am Brahmin. My motivations, perspective, technique and relative objectives changed. I'm not trying to stay here, consciously or unconsciously. I'm headed to another planet and my intention is to create a community, join one or whatever the options may be, once I get there and get there I will, that's a fait accompli. Whether I do or don't get dusted is immaterial (pun intended). All that affects is the timing of my promotion. I'm just going through the motions of my course and trying to leave good footprints.

It never fails to puzzle me, even though it doesn't puzzle me, that people don't embrace the critical importance of what they do while they are here. That's about as big a no brainer as there is. Strive hard and yet surrender. One you control and the other you don't but you can have it in mind, because I sense that it is important in the long run. What is so difficult about being nice to each other and working for the common good? When personal desires triumph over at the very least, enlightened self interest, then something truly important goes missing. In any number of cases that is how you wind up on an asteroid rock with no one but you and Saturn, eventually, or some permutation thereof, like a hungry ghost.

Your time here is critically important, primarily because certain things can ONLY be accomplished here. You don't go somewhere else, as someone else, when you leave. You go where you already are but the plane of being is different, just as Heaven begins where your feet touch the ground. The key to the kingdom are, to be operative, as if you were already living there. Some behavior applies and some doesn't and you can figure that out yourself. Earth is nothing more than a bus terminal. It's a pass fail university. It's a right now, imperative right now and all you ever will have is right now. Enlightenment makes this point in a big way. Do yourself a favor, take the last part of this posting to heart.

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I'll have a personal offering coming in the comments section for those who may have an interest or live close enough to take advantage of it.

The Zombie Children from Dead Weight City.

2011-11-27T12:17:00.010+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting........

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Oh the nausea, the horrific, 'can't take your eyes' off it, slow motion train-wreck of the shiny eyed, zombie children from Dead Weight City. There's no need to list the many incidents of shopper rage and police over reaction. An old grandfather, was beaten into a bloody pulp, for suspected shoplifting, because he was trying to save his grandson from being crushed. All this and much more, to buy shit that sits in closets or winds up in the landfill shortly after. Several incidents involved video games and the electronics to play them. This is how desperate escapism has become. They don't register why they need it so bad but that's why. They want to get away but they don't know where to go and the ultimate escape hatch is in your head. It's either violent death or alternatively porn. Ordinary porn is passe. Now we need porn on steroids; pneumatic tits that point straight up in the horizontal, like the nose cones of rockets for the imagination, hearkening back to some kind of messed up breastfeeding thing in the early days.

Ordinary porn is... ordinary, perfunctory, tired and going through the motions. The money shot has replaced whatever it was that we have forgotten, that once took up our time in place of it, just like all those stretches of time that are now occupied by the cellphone. What did we do before? When you go to the forums to read about new cellphones, supposing you need one, like a soon to be traveling (where am I going) something or other, you find that the top concern is whether the phone will play certain games. The game of life isn't exciting enough? Is excitement really what you want? Watching a movie is different than being in it. Like Bilbo once said in an exchange with Gandalf (I think); paraphrasing... 'When you read about adventures in books, you always think about how exciting and glamorous they are. You don't realize that sometimes it means sleeping on an uncomfortable tree root in a heavy rain and worse'.

I'm not down on cellphones or electronics in this information age. These are necessary tools for me; not the cellphone, but even that is temporarily very convenient. What gets me is the hunger and 'me first, you later, maybe' mindset and I'm going to get into the why and wherefore of that now but... not before I say a little more about porn and video games. Porn is what happens when you are incapable of romance, either because you are indifferent to it, don't possess it or are terribly insecure about the vulnerability and honest risk that comes with it. Because of the tsunami of titillation and sensory video coming through the eye camera, or latterly through the hard disk of the brain, innocence is gone. It's gone in elementary school. Attendant with this is the epidemic of tits in 5^th and 6^th grade because of the hormones in everything. Perverse as it may seem, a lot of this child molestation and kiddie porn fascination has to do with a drive to recover one's innocence without being aware of it at all. It's also about power and being in control because we don't feel in control and we desperately desire it.

Ordinary porn is ordinary. As the condition progresses you need a stronger hit. This is the same with video games; the kills have to be more spectacular, the villains more menacing, the blood-splatters more convincing. With porn, there are a couple of things going on. One of them is an intentional desire on the part of those producing it to corrupt the human mind and drag it down, into a cesspool of twisted shit and unbearable guilt, for the purpose of enslavement and spiritual death. I don't need to go into who owns more than 90% of it, or that most of it is done in the US, or that most of that is filmed in The Valley, which is to LA what Brooklyn is to New York.

Now there is this rapidly growing fascination with bestiality and there are videos that involve camels, horses and even elephants, dogs are ubiquitous and kids are watching them and even acting in them and doing it on their own and uploading it to the internet in some cases. I don't want to go into what's out there. It's worse than you think.. Ergo, the powerful drive for innocence in some fashion, however reversed and screwed up it is. A few years ago there was this news article about all these twelve and thirteen year old girls making sex appointments with older men in London so that they could become more empowered shoppers. We already know about rent boys.

The crazed shoppers are simply driven, like the porn addicts, from another energy center in the body. Think of your chakras as the different floors in a building, where the garden area is on the upper floors and objects and actions for various utility can be found from the ground up. Each of these energy centers are like stops in an elevator. When you 'get off' (pun intended) on a particular floor, the environment of that floor completely surrounds you. Only the things relevant to that floor are on that floor and it is possible to believe that this is the only floor of the building and... people do. People become fixated on enjoying what is available at different floors without realizing a very important truth. The enjoyment factor intensifies- and that includes all the lower floors that you may or may not visit- on the return trip. What was just ordinary sex on one floor, become divine union on another and the only real difference is who or what you are having it off with. Go read the writings of mystics through the centuries. The Song of Solomon is an example of this. I speak from experience when I say that intercourse on the high end, blows ordinary intercourse out of the water; unintentional puns continuing.

Think about this, the chakras are electromagnetic. Women are magnetic, men are electrical. Truly grasp the permutations of this and you could build a flying saucer, relatively easily, if you had the components. You do have the blueprints, if you know where to look. Da Vinci, Tesla and others have been there to a greater or lesser degree. Leonardo DiCaprio has not been there. The word processing software knew his name. It did not know Da Vinci's

Certain forces in the external world have generators that operate on the electromagnetic centers and galvanize and excite them. Those most susceptible, become the crazed shoppers or porn addicts or video game junkies, or whatever. In a time of material darkness, the general activation powers are centered on the bottom three energy vortexes. Depending on the relative degree of light and darkness, depends on whether there is, whatever amount of traffic there is, on the upper floors. What happens out here is dependent on who is operating from the manifest version of the upper floors, which is not the same as The Upper Room.

When you feel a pull on some part of your person, you either submit, or you sublimate, or you wrestle. That's it, baby. The propensity to submission, is the greatest in the collective mind; in times of darkness, the aggregate force of this affects all of us, whether we are so disposed or not and this factors into the general malaise or frenzy, depending on the differing narcotic values. It factors in to the deep sense of personal unrest, the rise of atavistic apprehension, the sense of enforced detachment, alienation, fear, FEAR and on a physically expressed level; disease, violence, punishing acts of deception... you can add to the list and forgive my less than eloquent handling of this paragraph. I just want to get through it. I literally just want to get through it. Now there's a pun that serves to confuse if anything (grin).

There are steps you can take to counteract these things but most people don't know what they are or lack the partnership of determination and imagination to create their own, which is altogether possible if you have spent any time on the upper floors. This is why I got/get high. Sometimes, people like me have to get high to blow the carbon out of their jets; to clean the fuel injection system and to lubricate the machinery. In times of darkness the power of what presses us down, is of such an intensity that you need booster rockets to break out of the atmosphere. I'm just speaking for myself and I know that there are some who can manage the whole affair without this necessity but I wasn't born into a family of aware Brahmins of the Eastern type and I haven't had the benefit of surrounding fellowship in a 'functional' community of kindred spirits. Call it weakness if you like, or an excess of spirit and impatience. Call it a response to gratitude. I call it survival tactics and I'm still here and in pretty good shape considering. I wouldn't be if I was sitting in a bar and a whole lot of people aren't; see, that's another feature... offsetting the general trend with a propulsion device in the opposite direction. One of the main things a Hermetic Scientist learns is that you have to swim in the opposite direction of the other fish, without running into them.

I could have gotten a little more finely detailed here but that's what the archives are for. You can't be comprehensive with three and a half word-processor pages at a toss. I suspect we'll engage some of this when we see each other shortly, as some of us will. Meanwhile and independent of that, you've already got all that. It's knowing where to look and how to find the visitors center, or information desk that is the problem. Most people don't know that The Akashic Records are contained in a library quite similar to any library you may have ever been in; “as above, so below”. I tried to briefly detail this in “The Darkening Splendor of an Unknown World”.

This is a time of summing up and I can't say that emphatically enough. It is very personally important; more important than anything else you have gotten up to. Get through the challenge and you have a wide and unhindered skate, as if you had your own Norwegian fjord and with far more entertaining inlets, coves and what have you, which put the secret portals and levels of any video game to shame. You have to become like a postman; through rain and hail, sleet and fog, or whatever the conditions. Get used to it and it's not that hard. Get committed and it is much easier. Discipline is like a tree at the various stages of its growth and it will definitely shelter you later on. The key is to love it and then it's not work at all. Loving it may only be a matter of realizing where it leads and... some things you have to take on faith.

So it is for us at this time and it is going to get a lot easier or a lot harder and that's up to you. Some choices may seem hard but the cost of not making them is a lot more expensive in the long run. Hitch your wagon to a star, you're a whole lot better than you think you are.

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There will be a radio show tonight.

Thanksgiving and the Absence of Gratitude and Manners.

2011-11-24T14:11:00.009+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(If the love we awaken in other people is an example of our value to life then Nastatia Nietzsche was priceless. She passed to a higher plane just the other day. This should be a reminder of how temporary our time is and an inspiration to do the very best we can. In that sense Nastatia excelled and left a deep imprint on the hearts and lives of those who knew her. Seeing her with the big cats is a touching affair. She was a regular visitor to these blogs and some of you might have been aware of her. She was the recipient of a deep love from Marilyn and Jabari who rescued her from the darkness in which they found her. Rest in the ineffable Nastatia.)

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We are definitely in the calm before the storm. When you seek to understand the movements of war you have only to first look at the economic indicators. You can ignore the saber rattling. It's the markets that you have to watch, because conflict and the deaths of many are their escape hatches into more enduring periods of abuse.

The psychopathic indifference of people capable of things like this and this, tells you that anything and everything is on the table. Now, the people are rising up around the world and the vicious thug, hirelings of the dark side, are performing on video for the startled eyes of an awakening world. Then there is the telling and accidental irony of cosmic humor wafting above the stink of reality; new world is coming, old world is going and the ripping sounds of hard separations and the click of easy release attend the phenomena of transformation. Rise to the call or be jerked from your beds. The decision is in your hands.

Today is Thanksgiving for those resident in the lands torn from the hands of the Native Americans. Despite that, I like Thanksgiving, because gratitude is one of my most valuable possessions. If you do not possess gratitude you are in serious trouble, even if nothing has happened yet, it will. You can count on that. Be grateful in every moment it may occur to you. Let tears brim at your comprehension of how much you have to be thankful for. One of the secrets of gratitude is that those who practice it are given reasons to be grateful. Comprehend this! It is important. It is only fitting that I include my Thanks giving poem on this day; beautifully rendered by the inimitable Patrick Willis.

One of the things you notice in a culture, terminally afflicted by materialism and especially in the latter days, is the absence of gratitude. Gratitude is replaced by whining demands and assumed entitlement. It expresses itself in pushing and shoving, tailgating, car horns and middle fingers through the windshield. The lack of manners is a general condition. I miss the practice of manners as an automatic function of the human state. It's worse for those who have let them go. Certain things make you human and the lack of them sends you 'down' the road.

There are certain inflexible rules to the smooth running of the cosmos. We don't completely apprehend them in their fullness. It is this partial knowledge that leads to so much confusion in our lives. You may not believe in a divine hand and you may not believe in anything but the meat puppet format. That's not important to the understanding of what I am saying. You know, somehow, that there are rules in life and I don't mean the ones the overlords use to steer and control you. Somehow you know there is such a thing as Karma. I watch you wherever I am. I watch how you move and stand and the rest and it tells me things. Humans fascinate me from the standpoint of a cultural anthropologist. I can watch them all day long. There is so much that is predictable and then there is what is not predictable. In times of material darkness, the predictability factor goes up because the chains and leashes that bind people to the wheel are heavier and stronger. That's another reality or rule that operates in the universe. It's related to negative electro-magnetism which, if the process were more comprehensively understood could transform this world in ways that beggar the imagination. Heh heh, I almost wrote 'bugger'. I see so much rape going on all the time that it is a constant feature of my perceptions. I know there are those of you who like rap. My displeasure with it is the overall effect on the society. It is very often a rape soundtrack. It accompanies and juices the act; lubriciously speaking and, yes, I know there's inspired work in that format, however rare it may be so you don't have to point this out (grin).

The callipygian proprietor of our collective attractiveness, seems to yearn for the temporary completeness of being filled with something and the world is happy to provide that through its ass bandit reps. The reversed Kundalini accounts for some of this. Kundalini reverses or gets trapped in the elevator at certain floors, when the pull of materialism outweighs the pull of its natural course; quite understandable in these times. Proper operation of the Kundalini allows you to run around with tigers, like Nastatia. In India, yogis at a certain level of awareness and possessed of particular siddhis, frolic with the wild life or simply live alongside them. This is so widely known within that culture, or what used to be that culture before Bollywood turned into Godzilla, that I don't need to say any more about it.

It's all about controlling your animal. Once you get to that, well, there you are and a host of interesting capacities are at your disposal. I would think that this would be a much greater attraction than the shit people get all hot and bothered about but, that's just me. At this time, the animal side is preemptive and that bodes no good for society at large. However, those who have the other side of their nature preemptive can move through any kind of jungle when needed, not that they would choose to be there in the first place but, shit happens and sometimes you do it because it's the right thing and that includes 'taking one for the team'; should such a high honor be accorded to you. Of course, you don't have to believe any of the things I say. I've proven them to myself and that's the important thing. There is that big difference between intellectual apprehension and visceral awareness and it's a biggie.

I've said many times that life is for the purpose of demonstration. Sometimes the presentation of it becomes surreal and absurd, as it is now and very important people are given the opportunity to show their true colors AND make a complete fool of themselves in front of the whole world AND show how inhumane and vicious they can be with such a casual indifference to the act and the consequences ...and there will be consequences. It is the most amazing kind of arrogance among the privileged that they believe they cannot be touched and then, out of nowhere... and it's not really nowhere; they just weren't paying any damn attention or thought themselves to be behind protective glass, well, good luck with that.

The thugs in Egypt are using nerve gas on the people, while publicly proclaiming they are protecting the people and serving their interests. It's really evident in the testimony of the Khmer Rouge at their trial; no remorse, just excuses and always inclusive of their acting on the public's behalf. Denial is an amazing thing but it's also another thing you can't take with you when you go (grin).

Yeah, that calm before the storm. As the economic indicators go haywire, the blood quotient thermometer is rising. The shredded flesh barometer, is also showing signs of a high pressure front. People never get as violent and (operating out of reinforced ignorance) insane as when they are protecting something that is meaningless and worthless in the cosmic scheme of things. It's like jumping into a fire to rescue colored stones that they became convinced were more valuable than their lives. Like I said, watching people is a fascinating enterprise and it involves a great deal of shaking one's head. Even when you directly point things out to people they routinely continue as they were going. Some years ago, in Nigeria I think, a gasoline tanker crashed and people were out there, with their buckets, going nuts for some gas and then it caught fire and a lot of people bought it in a gruesome way. A few years later, in the same country, wherever it was and... recently, the same thing happened again and people were out there doing it again and then it caught fire again and people got burned again.

The disappearance of manners and gratitude is tied to values. When one's values become crass and preeminently superficial, gratitude and manners go out the window. They become like homeless beggars searching for a welcoming hearth but there's no room at the inn. Gratitude should be an honored guest; kind of the reverse of The Rothschilds setting an empty chair for their honored guest. That all comes down to values too. Your destiny and fate are determined by what you value and you are going to be seeing that in spades all over. We're going to see the worst and the best in us on display with relentless frequency and you won't have to ask Kenneth what that is.

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Some people have been doing some interesting collaborations and I thought you might like to see them. Here is a lady named Erin Parsley, dancing to a poem. Then there is Patrick Willis and The Level Shift collaborating on another piece. This week's radio show is now up for download. Meanwhile, have a wonderful day!

Croaking Frogs in an Endless Moaning Swamp.

2011-11-17T14:15:00.004+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(Don't ask me why I did this, maybe I was experimenting and maybe I got a little bored always looking for some new way to say the same thing because, for me, there's only one thing worth saying or talking about; and how everything else relates to it. In any case, I'm not happy with it. It strikes me as forced and trite and any number of other things. There's always tomorrow so don't be too disappointed with me today)

Whose eyes are you seeing through, the dark one's or your own? They drum up false appearances and we worship at the throne. Yesterday the news concerned the trouble in the streets, today Wack Jack Abromiwitz is bringing you the news. When did he get out of prison? I must have missed that flash. The dung curds have replaced the cream. The cream was never there. They bake the bread with human fat and pump it full of air. Lies... Lies... Lies... Nothing there but lies. Ignorance is an early death, too few grow old and wise. The drumbeat rumbles slow and deep with miles and miles to go. We labor under the heavy weight of what we think we know. The most important thing they've taken that you cannot see is the awareness of your sense of community. The basic structure of human life is in the family ...and that they seek to kill ...and that they seek to kill. Look at what they're up to friends. This is a bitter pill.

They take your children from you and house them with the state. They gender bend the consciousness so no one can relate. They push for every state that's not the central unit and you just watch it going by cause now you are a eunuch. The process of castration was arduous and slow. They did in your grammar school, they do it as you go. They do it at your place of work and while you watch TV. They do it when you daydream in a soft subconscious creep. Darling don't you kid yourself, they do it while you sleep. It's not all really bad news, some news is even worse. There's lots of time to do their thing until they call the hearse. In between will come the time they play their strongest card; stick Clockwork Orange up your ass with new ways to get hard. They'll tell you it's all natural. By now you think it is. A hundred years on down the line, you'll use your nose to piss.

They're trying to turn the world into The Island of Dr. Moreau; a carnival of twisted freaks. Will you enjoy the show? Will you enjoy the show? It's slated for a mass release and it is staring you. Your name is up in lights. You'll be wearing skin tight tights. You'll be ripped on some designer drugs and beaten to death by mutated thugs, then roasted on a spit. They'll eat you right there on the screen and rub their tummies too. Just keep on going as you are, it all comes down to you. It all comes down to you. It all comes down on you but keep in mind at any time, it can lift you up and through. What I've said it true. It all comes down to you. It all comes down to you.

Your celebrities are by your side as you get taken for a ride. Money is a riddle, wrapped in enigma and cloaked in mystery. You can't understand the pull of it till you've got far too much of it and then you never have enough. When friends need help it's all tied up. That's more than passing strange. You sunbathe on a sea of milk in your vacation home on the range. Where no deer and antelope play, Holay! Where no deer and antelope play. The deer is in a bondage suit. The antelope looks mighty cute, one more round peg in a square root. There really is no substitute. You're seeing things you've never dreamed of, they're alien and shivering, your timbers tremble now. You want to break the hex. The problem is, it isn't real. It's really Memorex and it all comes down to sex.

The primary illusion is you're not one but somehow two. You spend your life in search of it, till you're hollow, bent and old. Burned up from the inside out. Your substance gone, replaced by doubt, cause you don't know what it's all about, the two becoming one, the two becoming one. You can weep till heaven cries but you have had your run. There's no gas inside your tank cause Lady Nature's now a skank. You pounded her to make her see, the power of your majesty and then you spilled your seed. Now she's got you brother man. She's got all she needs to bring you children like yourself. You see them encased in plastic wrap on Wal-mart's closeout shelf. Your passion got the best of you and lowered your resistance too. This is the essential truth, of the life man spent in spilling sand from the fountain of his youth.

It's a peculiar mystery. You see it but you still don't see, the drainage of your symphony that never got released. You can't make both things manifest if your times consumed by all the rest. Soon you'll be on your mother's breast for another coming round ...and round and round and round... and round and round and round, till human voices wake you up and once again you drown; a reshaped quote from Eliot but we don’t get the half of it, cause otherwise, my friend, we'd quit, but we keep keeping on. We keep keeping on and time is almost gone.

Twenty six thousand years and something like this appears ...and we're a cause for ridicule, a cause for mocking laughter. You become a slave in shackles when you cease to be your master. It's sex that brought you down. It's the appetite profound. The thing that most attracted you got your attention fixed. The relentless foe of freedom was watching through your eyes and played it over again ...and again and now you're hearing “Where or When”? Remembering is the primary key to innocence and liberty. The fathomless pool of memory has everything you need. Drop your mind into its depths and she'll take care of all the rest. Of all you love she is the best. That's all you need to know and now you're good to go.

The politics and vicious laws. The priest's with hands inside your drawers. The culture and it's nasty soup. The canon fodder and mindless dupes, surrounding you and calling you, to march and halt and march, are nothing more than frogs in an endless moaning swamp. Tune your ears to other voices, then you'll see the other choices. Help is on the way, ask yourself that question now. What makes Tom Delay? Hey, hey, hey, hey hey!

We shoulda, coulda, woulda but something made us pause. We coulda, shoulda woulda but we're stuck somewhere because, we're listening to someone else whose voice is firm and comforting. It's what precedes the buggering and brutality of life. Your whole life's based on getting laid so you made suffering your wife. The things you lost and can't get back. They cut you like a knife. Regret, remorse and guilt attend your passage through the realm. You're bound somewhere and bound right here and tied up like a steer. The branding iron. The killing floor. Is this what you really came here for? You live your life upon your knees to shadow kings and other sleaze for want of courage to stand and be free, out of fear of death and ignominy, because you risked it all. They always slander those who do. It shouldn't mean anything to you ...but it does. It does.

This is how they keep us down in fear of shame and censure. You're already shamed by giving in and saddened beyond measure. Is this how you take your pleasure? You can't enjoy a single thing but you tell yourself you do. The first of lies we tell ourselves, we practice them in private and then we share them with our friends or anyone who'll listen, on the bar stools of our wasted lives. Days and days and years and years of lonely masturbature and now it's second nature. How can I know it's all like this? My friend, I've been there too. I just got sick and tired of it, so one day I just up and quit and that's the final sum of it. What follows, I don't know, but it beats the Hell out of being there. It can't be worse so I don't care what waits at the top or bottom of the stairs to wherever I am headed and I'm aided and abetted cause help is on the way, every single day. Can you say the same? You can say the same but you can't stay the same. Changing is a motherfucker but assistance will appear. The moment that you change your course, the angels are on call. There's nothing to come up against but shadows on the wall, on the wall inside your mind. You're wound up tighter than a vise. Drop your baggage at your feet and let yourself unwind. That's all it takes plus trust and faith, or else you're right back in crazy town for another ugly round. There's not one single thing you need in the land of appetite and greed. Ignore what's said or else take heed. The time is coming soon,either you're dancing in the wind or howling like a loon. The time is coming soon. The time is coming soon. Sanity and madness will both be on the stage. One will inspire greater things, the other fear and rage. The latch is off your cage, in either sense, it's come and went before you turn the page. It's quicker than the lightning and more awesome than the thunder. It's in the wings and warming up, this coming age of wonder.

Yes all the things the world cut short we're going to get to do. We'll get our inspiration back with music in the air. The goblins will have gone away and we'll no longer go astray. The light comes from the avatar. The sun has sent the superstar. You'll finally find out who you are and what it means to be. It's coming down no matter what, no need to follow me.

End Transmission.......

International Free Range Chicken Ranches of The Apocalypse

2011-11-14T13:28:00.003+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

After the Franklin Scandal and the Portuguese pedophile scandal and The Dutroux Scandal and The French Pedophile Scandal and the U.K. Pedophile Scandal and the world wide Israeli sex trafficking trade of all sexes and ages and many more too numerous to mention comes the Sandusky sex ring for underprivileged old, rich white men, which also includes a murder. It also gets much darker than that and even darker than this. We can factor in the abuses of The Catholic Church, which requires no links because if you don't already know more than you want to about this, then you don't want to know in the first place. If you have six months of spare time in this Free Range Apocalypse you can go here for a primer.

Since I've done a lot of your research for you, I'm just going to state some things and you can take it or leave it. I'm also going to hypothesize a bit, extrapolate a bit and theorize a little. I find it interesting that any number of people don't believe in God but most everyone believes in the devil; you may have gotten the idea that the biggest coup the devil ever pulled off was convincing people that he doesn't exist. I don't know if that comes from Angel Heart or The Usual Suspects, probably the latter. However, it's my considered position that most people believe in evil and it does have to have a source.

I don't need holy books to detail and delineate the phenomenon for me. It's right in front of my eyes. Of course, it could be reasoned that I only see it because of the evil in me and like most things, the truth lies somewhere between any two or more conflicting opinions about something. I tend to believe that the truth is at right angles to everything else. My opinion is that the devil does and does not exist but that it doesn't really matter for my purposes because whatever that force is, it has no power over those of us that can see through or past it. I have seen both of the two cosmic forces resident in individuals in my travels. I've been right up against that. I've been in the company of realized beings who were the hosting mechanism for The One and I've been in prisons and maximum security facilities for the criminally insane and had lunch with serial killers and people who have done things I don't even want to talk about here or anywhere.

The reason the Sandusky affair went on for so long and nothing was done about it, is the same as The Dutroux affair and for the same reason that the higher ups connected to The Franklin affair and all the rest of them never got dragged out into the light of day. It is because these things go all the way to the top and involve members of governments, religions, law enforcement and every other endangered infrastructure that now trembles on the verge of collapse.

There is no observable reason why the Sandusky cluster fuck was allowed to continue after being seen in action on various occasions. There is no other conclusion to be realized other than that any number of names mentioned and yet unmentioned were in the thick of it and if they were not players they were constrained by blackmail or some other powerful force that could not be opposed. Consider the issue of a long standing and well known institution of higher learning and how easy it would have been to have dealt with the matter long ago. It doesn't take a brain surgeon to follow the logical neural pathways of this situation.

Israel is one of the main players in all of this and their residents and dual nationals the world over control the global porn empire and their members sit on the boards, in a controlling position, in every major alternative sex organization there is. Sometimes it is exclusively them. This is fitting given their allegiance to the Prince of Darkness and why they are referred to as The Synagogue of Satan. We've all heard about the empty chair at the Rothschild dining table, set for Old Scratch; so named for those who have an itch. They're not exclusive in these things. They have associates and enablers but they're at the top of a small handful of the major players.

As I have stated on many occasions, the whole purpose of founding Israel was to create a sovereign state in which an international crime syndicate could operate from. This is why the sex trade there meets with no opposition. It has government sanction. Keep in mind that besides the things you do know there are far more horrible things that take place that you do not know about. Between Israel, The Vatican and a couple of global organizations with centers around the world, you have pretty much covered the gamut of those involved.

I have also mentioned any number of times that when an avatar is arriving, to set the tone for a coming age, all that is dark and dreadful is pushed out from the inner planes, where the enduring spiders operate and manipulate those on the physical end. What this results in is the wide spread performance of evil on the physical plane prior to the arrival of judgment. It's a cyclic thing and it happens like Spring follows Winter.

I'm not writing this today to give you more bad news and to depress you; quite the reverse actually. For those of you who believe in a resident deity, you are aware, more or less of what scripture reports concerning these times. Therefore you require only two things, faith and endurance or, you can replace 'endurance' with 'long-suffering'. Maintain these two states and you are home free. For those of you who believe only in the cyclical nature of conditions and events, simply observe that they are in operation and you'll be wherever you are and whatever happens, happens; probably not as comforting as you would like but, conversely, you have the illusion of personal control and that's more important to you than submission to something you don't understand. For those of you who think you're just a meat puppet, my suggestion is that you get in touch with whoever is pulling the strings. If you think that's you then you have nothing to worry about according to you, so it's all good, sort of.

I want to bring up the nine dead Gulf of Mexico whistleblowers and all those dead microbiologists. This should clue you in to why Congress, The White House and many another agency is in lockstep with the terrible trends of the time and why they lie, steal and murder, without any seeming sense of conscience or regret. I could bring up Senator Paul Wellstone, Ron Brown and Vince Foster but I see that I already have. Those who haven't totally bought into the horror and horseshit are either in real fear of their lives, or being blackmailed for acts committed on junkets to Israel, or some other location where they were so stupid they didn't think they would be video-taped. The penis does not have a brain and neither does the one carrying it, when the white cobra rears up and spits into the swollen darkness. I don't want to seem racist by leaving out the other dicks of different colors but I'm dealing with primary mass here.

For some reason, I'm not feeling any fear whatsoever. This either means I have nothing to fear or I do but it's handled somehow. I'm mentioning this to convey to the rest of you that all of this comes down to which basket you put your eggs in and to let you know you can't have one foot in one room and one in the other because it can be problematic if someone goes to shut the door. Keep in mind; what is more powerful, the sun or the darkness it dispels? On the one hand, of course the sun is, depending too on how close or far away you are. There are places in this universe where you can't see the sun, then again, you can just close your eyes and if the warmth troubles you you can pull a Gollum. That's a personal consideration. Remember this... if you are traveling away it takes a very long time at any speed to get that far away from the sun, which means some people have been traveling in the wrong direction for an extended period. Can you turn around and go back the way you came? Of course you can, as long as you are still able or present.

It doesn't matter if you die. How many people do you know that got out of here alive? Some of us do but unless you are working full time on that, which is the only way it happens, then you are looking at an appointment in Samarra sooner or later. What matters is what you died for and also what you lived for. Why is it that it never seems to dawn on most people that their lives can be lived for a higher purpose than submission to the wrong forces or the practices of consumption and procreation? Doesn't everyone look around and see examples of lives being lived? Why don't people study old people? Why don't they go to retirement homes and holding facilities (sorry about the term) and observe? It's the power of the dreamscape people. It's the power of the collective dream upon the individual mind. Break the spell. All of these bad guys are under a spell. We are residents in an ongoing and ubiquitous magical war for the harvesting of souls. You can see this mathematically and even as a materialist, relatively speaking, if you know how.

I'm not concerned with how many people believe or scoff at what they read here. I'm already gainfully employed but no one of any stripe can argue away the incrementally approaching unknown and unless you have an answer for that, I suggest you get busy finding one. It is never prudent to enter into a space you know nothing about, without some kind of a map or an idea of what awaits you. I'm not clear on most of the features that are in place there but I've got a good idea of how to enter into it; make the right kind of friends on your way and leave good footprints.

End Transmission.......

Last night's rapido radio show is now available for listening or download. I'd appreciate some comments concerning these shows, lest I move on to something else that might indicate more actual participation.

11/11/11 Arrives

2011-11-11T15:12:00.001+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet (Silky Lilly Nelson, R.I.P. 11/11/11).

Today is 11/11/11. I don't place significance on any dates because I don't know what they mean. I know others do, even if they don't know what they mean. I know that things gain significance if they have meaning in many minds, even if they don't know what they mean. The day is significant for me, if only in a personal way but every day is such a day for someone. People concern themselves about Armageddon but Armageddon comes for someone every day too, even if only in a personal way; “any man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind”. Many great lines have been repeated from that poem; books and movie titles have followed and the wisdom contained in it is sufficient to answer most questions concerning our conduct and our desires. If we are open to the answers, we will find that formerly we were not and that is the linchpin that connects us to our troubles, such as they may be.

Here are the faces of some of the richest (by material wealth) among us. Here is what is happening in our midst as a result of some of the richest among us and it pertains to every field of endeavor where profit and the indifference to consequence follows. Here is the shape it takes in offenses against us and the very ground on which we stand. Here is the nature of those chosen by the oppressor to enforce their will upon us and proof positive that the selection of certain types among us is not accidental but on purpose.

The assault on a 'family and friends' picnic in Nevada; the Southern Nevada Health District made them destroy their organic food and pour bleach on it so that it couldn't even be fed to the pigs, shows us that the police state, which is the inescapable and predetermined result of the corporate control of government and the social construct is a reality. This is what always follows the course of materialism, when it has become preeminent in our way of life. Venal, predatory acquisition junkies, bean counters and lawyers, conspire with the appetites of the terminally ignorant to create a nightmare, where only the privileged can dream in peace. What they never comprehend, or refuse to accept, is what also eventually follows in the wake of their abuses; their own downfall and enduring ignominy. That is what sits upon the horizon now and soon, even their enforcers will be walking away from their posts. This is one of the tenets of The Apocalypse, eventually the awakening burns through the denial and self interest of those duped into the service of the darkness.

Every veteran and soldier assaulted on the front lines of the global protests against the 1% and their enablers, awakens a greater rage in the hearts of their fellows, who already know how little remains on the table for them, regardless of their sacrifice. Every member of the police, who is not completely compromised by the lies and their own surfaced brutality and self interest, is being awakened to the nature of the Draconian laws they are being compelled to enforce. We hold these truths to be 'self' evident because that is what is revealing them.

As has been stated many times previous, the cardinal mistake of the ruling class is when they finally seek to destroy the middle class. The middle class is their one remaining buffer between them and the mob and swells the ranks themselves, apace with its surging emergence. In recent times and now increasingly logarithmic, all of the foul plots and activities of those making war on humanity are turning against them. Everything they seek to perform out of sight, or under cloak of cloud and turbidity, is outed and revealed by mysterious hand. The recording of Obama and Sarkozy concerning Netanyahu is a classic indicator of cosmic gotcha.

Their fortunes made from deception, fraud and outright theft, are now hostage to the systems they reaped them from. Their wars for profit have gone amiss. In response, they reach out to greater fields of conquest, stretching themselves beyond the possibility of necessary defenses and the safety of their own person. They are blind and made more blind by the cosmic agents of their pending destruction; 'step by step and inch by inch, Niagara Falls' and so falls America; home of the flea and land of the knave. “Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble”.

In an age of materialism, The Lord of Darkness is very, seemingly predominant but what those who serve and depend on him do not realize is that he is the cosmic district attorney and the jury is stacked with the demonic relatives of the demons they were assisted by. The demons themselves are the witnesses for the prosecution but that follows later. First comes the fear and trembling and individual, terrestrial justice that attends their departure to the infernal court. David Rockefeller and Henry Kissinger are awaiting the call, in the waiting room of their final hours; Guy De Rothschild has already preceded them. I warrant they can feel that cold wave of fear at the nape of their necks, when they aren't feeling the hot breath of fire from the one whose kingdom they approach by the moment.

The world trembles on the abyss. Italy is in economic tailspin and cannot be saved except at the loss of the European Union, which is the kind of safety net that makes certain the man overboard cannot swim in any direction but down. Doesn't that mean the European Union is lost in any case if Italy falls? What to do? What to do; foment a greater and wider war? Attended by some comprehensive actions of applied global Eugenics; given that Rockefeller is the chief agent of that philosophy, via the Rockefeller, Eugenics Foundation? Iran waits in the cross-hairs and most of the nations of the world have already chosen sides and in many cases purely for their own survival. The Russian Bear and The Chinese Tiger, lurk and crouch, seemingly from the sidelines of the moment, until the moment reveals the truth of the moment.

Nothing is what it was and tomorrow will be incrementally different from today. The increments move closer to together and increase in velocity. Summa iru seems to be the best expression of our darkest hour, unless some unmistakable voice calls you to action. Strange times have found us and we are not here by accident, no matter to what extent we have lost our purpose and forgotten the requested destiny that brought us here into these times. Fortune may favor the bold but that tactic has grown old and irrelevant, when fortune has come to mean something gained at the expense of your fellows. We are becoming self evident, defined by those things we have given over the industry of our hearts and hands and minds to realize or possess. We are the tiny totality of what we value and seek after. We are the microcosm of our own liberation and doom.

Fall approaches the midpoint and Winter waits beyond. Turmoil and the faint promise of an uncertain Spring are afoot but Winter lies between. What does that mean to those who live in the tropics (grin)? I am not amused but laughter and mirth can have many a motive. When the ground is moving beneath you, can you put your faith in what surrounds you? Can metaphor, analogy and allegory suffice for what cannot be directly stated? We are captives of the unknown, in search of epiphany and revelation and these shall surely come in differing dimensions to each of us, according to our works and intentions. I am not disturbed. I have no evident basis for this but my hope does not lie in the evident or the seeming. Appearances lie and so do those who judge and proclaim according to them.

When all around you fails, seek within. When the outer world is a trembling uncertainty, come and abide in the inner realms. If Hell approaches then Heaven does as well. What you are, determines what you see and the meaning that is companion to it. Our interpretations are determined by the outcome we after. Our values are our fate, as is our character. Even in this dire hour there is hope and there is time, so long as the opportunity for change is present there is the real possibility of it. It has been truly said, “where there is life there is hope”. Winds destroy and winds carry. Water kills and quenches thirst. Fire burns yet warms the hearth. I have nothing more to say.

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The Greenback Jesus in the Reptile Cage.

2011-11-06T14:50:00.002+01:00

There will be a radio show tonight see the masthead for the blogs for time and location.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Earthquakes in Oklahoma, in the heartland of America where they don't get them. It was the same thing with the Oklahoma City bombing; create an act of terrorism in the place no one expects it and where it will strike fear into the hearts of those sleeping the most deeply or, am I reaching and presuming? I'm not usually a believer in earthquake machines, which doesn't mean I don't think that is possible or happens. I just don't think that happens as much as some people think though I have little doubt that in some way Israel was responsible for much of the tragedy that is Fukushima. Does the Android program dream of eclectic sheep (grin)? You have my apologies if you don't get that reference to Philip K. Dick.

Doo wah diddy my pretty, what to say, what to say. Some of us are off to the land of the Mayans soon. God only knows how that happened or what it means but will there be a world then? Somehow I think there will. I can't shake the feeling that nothing is going to happen the way most people expect it to. My expectation is that it is all going to be collectively individual. Already nothing has happened at the speed or intensity that many people expected, or on the dates that people expected, or in the places that people expected, or to the people that people expected. At the same time there has been some degree of all of that. Israel is increasingly more exposed and its banker syndicate is under fire all over the world. Those who have plotted against 'we the people' are caught between what they have done and the people they have done it to, in an environment of awakening. It doesn't look good for the fat cats and it wouldn't be good if it did. It doesn't look good for Israel and it wouldn't be good if it did. What we need is a whirlwind so that they can reap it and I believe it is coming in its own time. In the meantime they are behaving as badly as possible, sweeping all possibility of redemption by the wayside. You'd have to say it all looks prophetic and destiny ridden.

Oklahoma is bedrock for fundamentalist Christianity. I'm not saying there aren't good Christians there. I'm saying it is also Fundie-Ville and they are the bedrock supporters of pernicious Israel and all of the lies that maintain it. They are the canon fodder and the money tree. They are the ones who support the wars, all of them; the wars of genocide and the wars for profit, the drug wars, the economic wars, the wars of attrition and the wars of religion that are the result of false interpretation of scripture which has bedeviled humanity in all the places where people believe something other than the essential truth of that which religion perverts for the glory of the marketplace. They've got a greenback Jesus in the reptile cage. They are the devotees of the one they purport to resist and the tormentors of the one they purport to serve. They are the final result of the wrong way running backs, scoring touchdowns against their own team. They are the mystery masturbators, inflamed by desire for what they are forbidden to touch. They are the ones who condemn sex, which is the primary drive of existence. They are the ones who legalize alcohol because it imprisons the soul, fuels guilt and drives the engines of perverted industries. They are the ones who support laws against getting high because it makes you aware of what is happening to you, at the hands of the people these people support. Yes, many Christians of all stripes do not drink. Then again, they already have all the guilt they need.

If you want to understand the real source of so much that is unfortunate in our world, don't look to greed or the usual suspects, look at religion. You may have heard that religion is for those who are afraid of Hell and spirituality is for those who have been there. Isn't it interesting that those who are afraid of it create it and those who have been there, devote themselves to freeing you from the mindset that causes you to go there and to be there and those are the people that are most abused by the ones suffering from their own ignorance and blindness? So it is in the Kali Yuga, when all that is most deceptive, injurious and superficial, is celebrated and all that is serving, nourishing and protective is held in contempt? Is it any wonder that the worst of us are the most successful in their endeavors?

My friends I know how so many of you labor and struggle in the poisoned vineyards of the world. I know how difficult it is to make the wine and how the wine tastes, given the condition of the ground it came out of but we are in this situation for a very good reason. It's like that quote, “these are the times that try men's souls”. We are definitely the people that might have been and I am getting in touch with you then; since then happens to be now. There is a point to my saying that. It is like that other quote, “where there's life there's hope”. Do not despair in this dark hour. Do not give in to the downward pull. This is the worst you can do; endure. When there is nothing else you can do; endure. You will find that the very act of doing this accomplishes so much and you will find that this is the thing that seems the hardest to accomplish but is actually the easiest thing in the world, once you employ it. All of the other things are much harder and without endurance, impossible. I'm telling you these things because I came here for that purpose and that is all about endurance too. Had I not endured what I came up against I would not be speaking to you now.

There is a Tarot card called strength. There is an interesting feature that connects to that. Other than The Fool, this is the only card about which placement is in question. Certain decks put Justice where Strength goes and Strength were Justice goes. Ponder this my friends and endure, because the one archetype that works to the greatest advantage in this process is Strength. Observe The Rider Deck or the BOTA version. You will note that the angel with the infinity sign above her head, or as Sovereignty mentions, the halo, has her hands placed on the lions mouth. Some might suggest that she is closing the mouth of injury. I suggest she is opening the mouth for speech. She has another infinity sign made by the roses around her waist that girdles the lions neck and that helix of roses signifies Love. Every single color and position of anything and everything in every card is meaningful and it all has to do with accomplishing The Great Work. This is probably why I was a tad dismissive about making the Philosopher's Stone out of your own urine. It is true in certain ways but since I have accomplished The Great Work, yes, my friends, I have. Since this is so, I would recommend Love in all things and endurance; suffer these things for a little while until I come; paraphrasing a familiar source. There are volumes to be gained here. Like I've said before, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here between God and the Devil to make sure it is all on the level and what is Justice? It is balance ...and what is Strength? It is what makes balance possible. How do you get to that point? You endure.

Times like these come around so rarely that not even the memory of them is anything more than the grains of sand on the beach that were once mountains. Vanity, all of it is vanity, as Ecclesiastes notes from the unknown author. Not only is everything possible for you at this moment but things you can't even imagine are a fait accompli for those of you who endure and you wouldn't be reading these words if it were not possible for you. Conversely, The Stone is not what you think it is. I recommend reading Bulwer Lytton's, Zanoni. Also very interesting is that they have a yearly awards ceremony for the worst writers on the planet and it is called The Bulwer Lytton Award. I am making things more plain here than has been done in I don't know when. Profit from your cognitive capacity and your intuitive connection and endure.

Well, the hits just keep on coming and I'm not Dick Clark but then again I don't think that applied to him, which also creates a mystery by analogy. There's a reason that things cannot be made as plain as the nose on your face and for all I know it has something to do with the nose on your face and that reason is deeply connected to the need for you to discover some part of the equation on your own and also because some things cannot be put into words and that is why music is so important and why there are so many languages and also why symbols have an effect. Is it getting warm in here or is it just me? Is it getting colder while feeling warmer or is it just me? Some part of me didn't want to come here and some part of me believes it is worse than I expected but there is a portion of life and its conditions that cannot be predicted in advance. Don't make that part of me feel worse than it already does; apply yourself and endure. We hold these truths to be 'self' evident. We hold these truths to be SELF evident.

We hold these truths to be... self... evident and you can take that back to the part where there was speculation about the temperature and the room search games you played as a child.

My dear, dear friends, my brothers and sisters from another mother, do not miss after almost winning when you should have known the end from the beginning. Is it real or is it Memorex? That is the critical part of it all and the initiative to endure, should you manage to convince yourself that it is real.

This is not a catch and release program and no matter how compassionate those fisher persons (fisher person?) might think they are, it still injures the fish. Is the fish glad to be alive, given that it is still a fish? Has the fish learned anything? Will hunger and fascination still be predominant in the conditions that caused that to happen in the first place? For myself, I still eat fish because I will catch them. I would not kill a cow and I don't mind if the fish eat me but they won't in this particular movie. I have already been swimming with pretty humungous sharks right there and also between me and the shore in clear Caribbean waters. Now are you more confused and should I have stopped when we were both ahead? Who knows? I don't. My love to you, endure.

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The Funhouse Wonderland and Wasteland of our Lives.

2011-11-03T14:49:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(Sorry to miss Visible Origami again but with the new book newly out and people still reading it and it being an Origami kind of thing, I thought I would miss one more rotation. If you don’t have the digital copy yet you can get it here. The hard copy should be out shortly or a little more than shortly but shortly according to some kind of time.)

The joint is jumping and push and shove, along with critical mass, are dancing in the dark; meaning we can’t see where it is going but it is coming and going in front of our eyes, even though we can’t see it very clearly, except for some of the special effects and the ominous feel of something coming, juxtaposed with not knowing what is going to happen next.

Oakland is humming and buzzing and doing things in that Oakland style that goes back to it always being the poor sister of San Francisco and the home of The Black Panthers. The crass media is downplaying the numbers as usual, while doing what the crass media does by putting out articles where the name of the author is never mentioned anymore and that’s been going on for awhile. I’m assuming this is because naming the writers tracks the info right back to Israel who is behind so many of the world wide lies and offenses of recent times.

Consonant with Israel’s all lies all the time comes the aggressive saber rattling and the dark side plotting and threats that keep amplifying Israel’s madness concerning an attack on Iran and the same unnamed writers are talking about how Israel would prefer that America do her dirty work again, like they always do and the also captive and totally owned British military is ramping up in their whore suits, to jump in as Israel’s killer bitch machine to help destroy the non usurious Islamic banking system because both America and all of the rest of the Crown Colony hookers are owned economically by the ongoing system of bandit usury, based and operated from Israel Central, founded by The Rothschild banking house, which founded Israel for that purpose. That’s how it was, is and they intend it to continue to be.

Meanwhile the system is collapsing the same way that dual national controlled Las Vegas is going down the tubes. It’s not soprano land, its Sopranoberg land and Mr. Apocalypse is smacking the culprits of our collective distress with his walking stick and more power to him. Yes, of course, this would be anti-Semitic if we were dealing with Semitics but we are not.

It’s a no brainer that madness is on the doorstep because the one percent are in the gunsights of the world and all of their mechanisms of control are being challenged from the street up and the cosmos down and there’s nowhere for them to go except into arrogant mockery and dirty, desperate behavior to maintain their evil ways, while the control is slipping from their hands. It’s pretty exciting and very scary all at the same time. The whole world is on one of those high tech thrill rides from the big amusement park of our decadent escapisms, provided by those seeking to contain our attention, while they bugger us silly and drain us dry. The truth is that you can’t wipe out your own food supply and expect that you will continue to prosper. This is the sustained insanity of those who are destroying themselves in front of our eyes and their own. They can’t see it but they will.

The irony and the coincidence; the sense of prophecy and precognition that abounds in this funhouse, wonderland and wasteland of contemporary existence is very difficult to describe. It is subjective in all of our cases and your ability to see any of it is dependent on your level of awakening and your intuitive and objective access and abilities to cognate and perceive. It is in your hands what you take away from what is in front of you and what you do about it, or don’t do about it. This is when those things you have done for all of your lives and what you have done and aspired to in this one comes into play. Is there time to turn it around for yourself? Is there time and motivation to change who you are or reveal what you are? It is said that while there is life, there is hope. We shall see. Awaken or dream on you mad intoxicated fools. We are the people that might have been. You should have gotten in touch with us then.

We are on the lip of an abyss that we will either plunge into or step across. Downward awaits the sucking whirlpool of the devolutionary curve into backwardness and the attendant compressions and horrors. Ahead lies the new world that is already fully present but invisible to our gaze. It will suddenly appear in full being or it will be lost to you for a very long time. In the meantime we go on with our daily motions in the lethargy of ordinary redundancies that we have embraced and engaged in for so long now. It is truly an oddity that we can be like that when faced with this.

Winter is coming; a cold and mysterious winter with concerns of warmth and sustenance. Will we be warm and fed or will we be hungry and cold or worse? Will Israel plunge the whole world into chaos or will Israel be confronted and judged for her crimes against existence and those of us present here in these days? It’s a difficult call. All the signs indicate that her moment of cosmic resolution is at hand. It is a consummation devoutly to be wished as Shakespeare put it.

The horror of what ZATO has been occupied with over recent times is terrible and contemptible. What they have done in Libya is truly psychopathic and vicious beyond description. Who are these people? Who are these craven inhuman creatures who have done so much harm in so many places over these recent years? Can anyone doubt that they are the private mercenary army of Israel? Can anyone doubt that they have become this army due to economic control of the west by the ancient enemy of humanity? Can anyone doubt that everything that has been done has profited Israel more than any other single entity? Consonant with this we have the irrefutable proof of Israel’s culpability in 9/11 and so many other similar outrages like 7/7 and the Madrid Train station bombings and their security company was the single security force in charge of every one of these locations. How clueless, fearful and resistant do we have to be not to see this?

Our obsession with self gain, our ignorant desires, are responsible for our inability to see and that will continue until we are willing to let them go. Until we break and release the hypnotic spell of self interest and accept our responsibility to serve the best interests of the greater whole we are doomed to private hells in a barren and empty field ruled by Saturn who oversees these things. That particular force is what grinds us down into our better selves or drives us through the experiences that show us our failures and which in the end confines us in the agonizing and endless realization of how far wrong we went.

11/11/11 approaches. Does that mean anything? Does anything mean anything? There is a imminent arrival of the unknown into every life; today, tomorrow, next week, next year? We shall see.

End Transmission.......

Marching to the River on the Tree of Liberty

2011-10-28T19:25:00.000+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I’m not going to edit this. I need some down time.

When the corporation police shot the veteran in Oakland, I saw my Fort Sumter moment. When I said they let the barbarians through the gates, I was talking about all the soldiers coming back from the neo-con wars. The use of the word ‘barbarian’ is a metaphor, or an analogy, because they are not barbarians, they are we. The not so few, the brave and the awakening dread of the American Marching Band but they are more the universal soldier, double twisted into what they didn’t want to run into. Sooner or later the off duty cops are going to be buying drinks at the American Legion.

The Vodaphone union is going down one street and running into The OWS at the other and it is all coming back on the bankers. It is all coming back on the money men who fuel BP – Monsanto, Rio Tinto and United Fruit. Can I get a witness! We have the address. We have the mass rage, let’s pop the ramparts and hit the main stage. Move over congress or you can bend over a Page on the rail at the gallery watching and listening.

We got welfare mothers and unknown lovers who made them that way because they had the back streets for their bedsheets and now they’re on two feet coming up on Wall Street. Can you hear me. Can you hear me. We are marching. Marching revolution. We are moving. Move on over moveon.org we’ll see you in the rubbish seats when they tan the leather for the seating chairs of the new world order.

Can I get a witness!!!

They went to Oakland the high rise brokeland with an open hand and the cannistered the marine. It was a drop shot from a corporate cop. Is that all you got. Is that all you got.

We gonna take the Washington monument away from the government and stick it in the Martha Washington monument a five trillion deep penetration hole of Halloween debt made up by vampires and werewolves who ripped it and… sucked at it and we have the evidence. We have the evidence. We have the evidence. Yes we do.

We are a marching band of everyone at hand across the global land where Zioniza put its kosher flaming brand on all the cattle on the land and they make it with the dead sea salt children. They make it with the dead sea salt. Baby it ain’t your fault. Just blame it on the Palestinians. Blame the Palestinian people of the book. You thinking god is dead wake up you sleepy head . We are marching and god is you cause we are god

We are the real police. We are the people. We are the real police. We are the people. Better run and hide, Mr. .Noahide because I’ve seen your eyes and they are lying. They are lying. All aboard the Armageddon train. No we are not insane. We are marching.

We are marching to the hill where they pour swag and swill as pigs delight in doing don’t they? We will not call you that but it’s pretty much where it’s at and I suppose you are about to start explaining how come you work for them when you signed on for me is that a breach of contract or a faulty decree. What I see is mercenary downing to the very last penny. You say you haven’t got any well then we will search you. We will feel you up and down and turn you all around cause you’re in Bangkok. Their kind of Bangkok because they are banging with their cocks on your prosperity

All kinds of dimes are trolling the seine on the river to nowhere and the levees are rising. It ain’t Spain. The wind is sealing the Katrina revealing under the abutments of the Madrid Line and they are not having a fine time with the Monte Chirsto getaway on the long gone hoping for a change is gonna come when you bet on the come when you bet on the come when you bet on the come

They say terrorists don’t have money but nobody does the sick frottage better than the ones who throw you in the blender and sooner or later they will hang from their suspenders and love lies bleeding in the alley with your pension an did I mention! Are you in suspension? Then I guess it adds another demonention to the queen of England turning off the lights on Downing streets rent boy party favors for the city boys who are working on both sides of the street. They do it sideways no time off Sundays they get two Tuesdays to show their relief.

Behind the backdoors, what are you in for it is always closure and closer to the place where they dispel belief. I think you’re gourgis in your distress. I know that you distress me honey. Do I get a camel to ride?

It’s like lightning and I hear it thundering like a new born princess in a place to believe. I have your attention? Change your connection. You still have the time and the sisters ride free.

We are marching! Oh no we’ re dancing We are marching with the river to the tree of liberty.

Blind, Naked and Clueless.

2011-10-24T11:48:00.007+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(A part of the new book is now online for you to view here. The radio show should be available for download soon and I will announce it in the comments section when that happens.)

Certain people keep wanting to tell me that dealing with and getting rid of the obvious bad guys will do nothing in terms of changing things because the really bad guys, who are different from the obvious bad guys, will just use some other pinheads to do their work and that I shouldn’t be so hard on the transparently obvious bad guys who are not really bad guys but just dupes and that their definite association with every bad thing going on- all the wars and the banks and the media, publishing and you name it- is just me being deceived into thinking this is the case, when it isn’t.

Recently a certain individual, who is a member not only of this group but a citizen of the worst country on the planet, said that there is no conspiracy among his people, that’s delusion, and that all of the really vicious neo-cons that are directly and irrefutably engaged in the usual ‘protocols behavior’ are simply misguided and the inference is that they wouldn’t even be engaged in such things, except that some really bad guys whom neither he or anyone else can definitively name, have forced them against their will to be bad guys. This is so ludicrous that it makes my head spin but what really makes me dizzy is all the people, whose heads are spinning at a much higher speed than my own, are telling me that the article referenced is actually true on some particular minute point and I should ignore anything else because, after all, he is right about the newspaper, or he is right that some, tiny, hardly worth mentioning point is also true and I should ignore the glaring evidence of all the really major statements that are the elephant’s ass on which these tiny fleas are attempting to feed.

I’m a practitioner of Shiatsu and various body work, with a certain degree of awareness, manifest and intuitive about human health, according to certain Asian modalities, as well as a practitioner of certain defense techniques that have to do with deceiving your opponent concerning your response or, alternatively, using your attackers force against him; “Here, let me help you along in the direction you were headed in”. This isn’t a broad statement that implies that I am any good at these things. All it is saying is that I’ve put a lot of time into them and they influence how I see what is in front of me and how I gauge what is hidden from me, according to what is not hidden. For some freaky reason this seems to work, or it has so far.

What I am saying is that, regardless of whether these unfortunate, manipulated miscreants are clueless dupes of some arcane and unidentifiable cabal of nameless individuals, or a pathology that disguises itself as something else, or a muscular distress whose cause is not the painful right arm but actually the trapezius muscle on the other side, or the sternocleidomastoid muscle on the offended side and open to Trigger Therapy or any number of approaches, or someone who wants to throw a punch because that’s how they handle not being understood in what is clearly stated in their blood rampant coat of arms... I’ve seen it before and I’ve seen it enough times that I either have to believe what I see or accept that it’s really my lying eyes. The latter, I think, effectively makes me someone’s bitch and sexually I have no problem with that if I think it’s going to give someone a finer and more complete release (grin) but I’m opposed to it in any other scenario because it doesn’t compute and I fucking know better and even though I don’t know much, there are some things I have a passing familiarity with so just hand me that bowl of garlic, mashed potatoes and shut the fuck up; sorry about the language.

Maybe they are just innocent lambs that somehow got tricked into causing wars and economic distress that they would never, in a million years have gotten up to on their own. Maybe they aren’t obviously heading up all of these corporations, banks and every other thing that no one else gets to touch in a decision making capacity beside them. Maybe the flat out factual association of them, with this and whatever, is a blind and I am blind, or too stupid to see it but... I’m comfortable with the hope and desire that they get exiled, quarantined, hauled into the docks and sent to prison or dealt with in an even more convincing manner. Maybe I lack compassion, insight, a greater awareness of cause, application and circumstance but I’ll take it for now because, if that is the case, then we can deal with whatever else crawls out of the woodwork later to take their place.

I didn’t come here because of Karma. I came here on my own to be useful in this time. I might not be 100% at it and I probably do make mistakes from time to time. I may be hearing voices that only exist in my head but they have been very, very right so far so... I’m going to have to go with what I got, to the point that I speak to you today.

Yes, it’s a big world and room enough for all kinds of secret societies and groups that have wormholed their way into hard to get at locations. Conversely, I have studied these societies and groups for a long time and in the interim I have yet to see or have named for me any specific illuminati or high mucky mucks from more or less hidden regions. Nothing is hidden, especially now and all of them take their marching orders, no matter which society or group they belong to, from the manifest and non manifest center of darkness that is having its power shut off now. I don’t care who they are or how well they hide. Their moment of full exposure and disclosure is at hand and you will find that I am likely more compassionate that most, in respect of that but it doesn’t change the necessary needs of the rest of us to be free of them; period.

People want me to dislike everyone in seeming power everywhere because they all have to go. These are the very people who wind up sitting with Madame Dufarge in the ring side seats for Madame La Guillotine, doing needlepoint and knitting. All leaders are not bad. They are what they are by degrees. You try running a country and let’s see what you wind up doing. The people who think they know so damn much about everything are the people who have never been in a position to be faced with the hard choices.

Everyone tells themselves that if they had all that money and fame they would do things differently and since they have never been there, they don’t know the kind of power that money and fame do possess. I have a passing familiarity with that and power too and I will tell you; don’t go believing what you would do until you get there and see what effect it has on you. You will likely be surprised. Some rare individuals can handle this sort of thing because these things are not essential to what they do. However, for most people, these things are essential and that takes precedence over all of their enlightened protestations prior to their actually being there. You want real misery? Ask for these things but forget to ask for the ability to let them go at any time for the greater good and that includes your own. There’s nothing like attachment to kick your ass six ways from Sunday.

It doesn’t matter who these bad guys are or that my particular bad guys have been at it for the length of this entire age. It doesn’t matter what we plot and dream about from our stations of impotence. What matters is that it does get dealt with and it will and not by our hand, except incidentally. Spare yourself the pain of being an expert and the even more unfortunate condition of presenting yourself as one. None of us knows shit or, inversely, you can say that shit is pretty much what we do know. A greater hand than our own is attendant in the festivities about to occur. If you are called then, tally ho! “They also serve who only stand and wait”. I believe that was Milton, who wrote it when he was going blind, possibly his towering intellect was part of the problem. Stay small kiddies. Be an ant. Be smaller than small and mayhaps you will encounter the pinpoint of light that reveals itself to those who understand how blind, naked and clueless we really are.

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The Curious Nature of the Self Chosen Few.

2011-10-21T12:31:00.009+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

By this time it should be clearly apparent that the 96% Zionist controlled media lies full time and shapes the perception of events and conditions, according to its narrow agenda of ever greater co-opting and control of the world’s peoples and resources. If you don’t know this and believe them then you are co-opted and controlled, or consciously employed by them for whatever table scraps may fall from above, where they feast upon your fellows.

I must say some things today that will be unappealing to some and difficult for others. I will try to provide trends, circumstances, actions and sundry that will allow the reader to come to their own conclusions, rather than to simply declare how things look to me. I’m providing no links because I have provided the links already many times and if you can’t go and find these things on your own, through any search engine, then you are incompetent or don’t want to. In that case you are only the mulch for the fertile fields of the future. The leaves beneath us are nameless. There is no need for their recognition beyond their genus and type and that too is forgotten, in the time it takes for them to be reunited with their associates into common earth. We are seldom remembered for our capacity to acquire and consume and when we are it is due to the singular, outrageous evidence of the degree we took it to.

Hilarious Clinton laughs at the alleged death of Khadaffi. Howdy Doody, Hilarious and the rest, preened at the zombie death of Bin Laden and the sheer amount of lies in recent times are so great that it is impossible to list them. They continue apace. We have no real proof of the death of Khadaffi. Please be aware of that. It’s one thing for the Zionist media to trumpet it, for whatever gain they believe it will bring them, in their efforts to consolidate all of the world banks under their power; which is why they also want Iran but, for the alternative media to immediately begin acknowledging it as well is something else. I’m not saying he isn’t dead. I’m saying these people lie like they breathe. It’s what they do.

A black teacher in LA was fired for calling attention to Zionist control. They control the education system through their forced political correctness programs. Her firing is proof positive of this. The Zionist Israelis were behind 9/11 and that also accounts for the firing of college professors and anyone else who calls attention to this domestic terror attack on American soil by dual nationals and compromised intelligence agencies. Let’s explore some related features which I will simply state. I’m not in the mood to argue them. I don’t argue. I state. If you disagree then do the research. It is easy to come by. If you don’t do the research then reread the second paragraph.

Jewish merchants were the major players in the slave trade that brought black people in chains to The New World and other places. They later became the slum lords and business owners in the black community. They co-opted the civil rights movement and as can be seen by those running the Southern Poverty Law Center, they have created the perfect disinfo operations for the present day. The ADL was created on the back of a horrific rape/murder and the attendant vigilante justice that came after the perpetrator, Leo Frank. The facts here are easily found. Investigate or continue to pick your nose, while you watch the porn they created. They also run that industry. They almost exclusively control all alternative sex organizations. Check the board of directors for every major operation. None of this is accidental. It is intentional. Why am I bringing this up? Look at the sudden appearance of Jewish presence throughout the Occupy Wall Street movement. Look at the ludicrous creation of Jewish stupas at various locations. Even though it is their fellows who are primarily behind the corruptions of Wall Street and the big banks, they now seek to give the impression that they are the agents of change. This is known as controlled opposition. Go to any of the large alternative news gathering sites and read about the infiltration of these people into the organizational structure ad nauseum.

I realize this is probably anti-Semitic, mostly because it’s true and also because they don’t want to hear it and they don’t want you to hear it but you had better recognize it because they are doing what they always do; what they did in the civil rights organizations when they are not about civil rights. They are about personal privilege and power and exceptionalism, as the whole chosen people motif makes perfectly clear.

I have long terms friends of all colors and creeds. It is why I don’t wholesale entire peoples for the crimes of their fellows. I actually catch a lot of shit for this because there are any numbers of people who want to convince me that every single Jew is a dangerous parasite. I haven’t had that experience. Some of them at the protests are well meaning, I am sure, but others are not. They’re playing the same game they always play, seeking to control the result and direction of mass uprisings and global change for their own profit. If the facts of history, both real and distorted by them are not enough to convince you, then you are a fool.

The whole war against the Muslim people is being orchestrated by Israel and their ignorant slaves of the Christian fundamentalist movement, turned into Zio-clones, due to distortions in their holy book that twists scripture to the advantage of their deceivers. They literally control the American government and its economy through their central banks, which provided them the money to buy all of the media, publishing, entertainment and a host of other enterprises that grant them such an excessive control of the culture of the west. This is outrageously out of proportion to their numbers, which somehow increased from the beginning of WW 2 and into the aftermath. Explain that if you can. This is also easy to prove. Do so, if it interests you. They do not want their water cut off or their power compromised. Unfortunately for them this is coming. This is The Apocalypse and the grand summing up. Judgment is coming.

Nations and cultures that caught on to what they do over the centuries, often forbade them to engage in certain professions, or expelled them for good reason. They have not been picked on for no reason. They have been picked on for what they have been caught out at time after time. They cry out in pain when they strike you. They hate the Muslims because Muslim banks are not usurers. They also hate them because of their relative moral incorruptibility; this is not to say I approve of Sharia or any number of Muslim fundamentalist ignorance. I don’t. Their fundies are like any other fundies. They are fundamentally stupid; all of them. Think people!

Look at the names of nearly every neo-con. Look at how many are dual nationals. Look at the wars they have created and fought with the blood and bodies of the dupes they have used as canon fodder in the countries they have taken control of, with their manipulation of financial systems and corruptions of the political processes. It should be as plain as the nose on your face but you don’t want to say it because ‘they’ will come after you. Their power fails now. The end is nigh and we see the turmoil that attends it.

The truth protects its own so, for those few with the faith to believe this to be true, there is nothing they can do to you, especially now. Very shortly they are going to do a few things that are going to not only transform the world through temporary appearance but also seal their fate. There’s nothing accidental in the cosmos. There is only the appearance of it and... appearances lie. The fundamental delusion of existence is the belief in appearances and this goes deeper than I can effectively state. It’s possible I am saying a lot of things here that I am not saying.

Not all Masons are evil. Not all Jews belong to the Synagogue of Satan. Very few Jews are Semitic. This is the ugly irony of the blatant truth so many of us refuse to accept. The very people they are genociding, in the lands they stole, for the purpose of creating a world wide criminal empire, are the people they claim to be and are seeking to replace with themselves. This is why they make an art of distorting history, disfiguring the past, destroying artifacts and seeking to prove about themselves what is untrue entirely. These things are true of others... their victims. The truth is a lonely citadel surrounded by intricate, Byzantine lies. It is the temple of immortality. One only needs to brush away the cobwebs and climb the ancient steps. The light before you is surrounded by the darkness that you enter when you turn away from it, as most everyone has, for the purpose of death and rebirth, only to return again to the agonizing search because that is all there is of lasting value to the entirety and eternity of life.

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In the Mosh Pit with the Black Pots and Kettles.

2011-10-17T12:39:00.004+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Apologies for not being around for a few days; temporarily under the weather.

This is stacking up with brimming potential to be one of those memorable weeks where just about anything can happen. On the high end, false flag quadrant, the Israeli controlled western powers are wagging the dog and swinging dead cats all over the place. They want to see dead people and hopefully a lot of them in Iran. They’ve had their way so far with all the other wars so... if something is going to stop them it will have to be something different than the forces, people and things that didn’t stop them all the other times.

The Occupy Wall Street movement has gone viral and epidemic all over the world and the ranks keep swelling. Something has to give, overreact or break through soon enough.

People are being arrested for wanting to close their accounts at the large banks. There are several views about how this has been allowed to happen. Some say they entered the bank as protestors and that gave the usual, quasi legitimacy to temporal overreaction. What someone needs to tell these people is that they can just do online transfers of their savings and whatnot to whatever the next bank holding their money will be. If they want this activity made public they can simply announce a day when everyone does it; or a week, or a month. Whatever it takes to bring down the big banks and force legal action against Wall Street has to be done and relentlessly pursued until it is accomplished. Lloyd Blankfein and his friends need to be brought to trial, sent to prison or marooned on a rock somewhere with a few hundred pounds of Garbanzo beans, with fire making capacities and pot with some water.

Eric Holder of Fucked and Furious fame is panhandling for privacy at the corner of Shit and Go Blind, which we visited the other day. People as corrupt as or possibly even more corrupt than he is, such as Shabbos Goy, Darrel Issa, are lining up to take shots at the morally bankrupt, microcephalic attorney general. It looks like a mosh pit full of black pots and kettles. Cue Ozzy Osborne or Marilyn Manson; ‘together like you’ve never seen them before’?

♫Something’s gotta give, something’s gotta give, something’s gotta give♫

The usual politically correct nonsense is rearing its troglodyte profile above the once normal and now bent out of recognition societies and cultures of the moment. All formerly celebrated holidays are presently suspect and being plowed under for the pleasure of those who don’t believe in anything but their narrow little agendas of social control. Shake any one of the trees close to any of this action and half a dozen Zionistas will fall out of the branches. As Press TV accurately stated, you can have a gay sex channel in the UK but you can’t have a free and open media and that is no surprise given who controls 96% of it.

Political correctness is the bastard stepchild of the communist manifesto. The intent is to give the appearance of leveling the playing field so that everyone’s needs, even if it’s just those two guys standing in the corner dreaming of sheep, are recognized and put on an even footing with ten million other people dreaming of each other. Of course it has nothing to do with any of this but is just more ‘divide and conquer’, where the people enforcing these things, gain a power out of all proportion to the relevance of their right to enforce these things.

The breakdown of the whole infrastructure and its financial and moral underpinnings is absolutely calculated by the usual suspects who have been misjudged and impugned by history (until it got revised and rewritten) and let’s all take a nanosecond of time to commiserate with them before they go right back to their constant practice of seeking to impoverish and enslave the rest of us.

Well, one way or another, the whole thing is coming down and the real impetus behind all of it, regardless of how it may appear, is the cosmos using everyone good, bad and indifferent to bring about necessary change and whatever amount of suffering is required to make whatever points are the point of the whole exercise to begin with.

Yes, my friend, the symphony is being conducted from off stage and it really doesn’t matter who appears to be standing front and center. They aren’t doing anything that isn’t being allowed and directed for the purpose of demonstration. Totally compromised, psychopathic parrots like Hillary Clinton are just going through the motions and generally clueless concerning the real and final result of their speech and actions.

The wide range of accurate information in the minds of the Occupy Wall Street ‘rank and file’ is amazing. They’ve got a really good idea of what has been happening and is happening. All of this makes its way into the human consciousness from unknown locations and suddenly everyone knows it.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here between God and the Devil to make sure it’s all on the level... or something to that effect. Poetic license can be problematic when it comes to reality but then so can everything else that falls short of it and that pretty much means everything else.

It doesn’t matter what you call the whole process or to whom you attribute the power to bring it to the term of its course. It doesn’t matter if you think the bad guys finally messed everything up so that the mathematical certainty of evil destroying itself has finally arrived at the dénouement. It doesn’t matter if you believe it’s all under the control of a mysterious and indefinable consciousness. It doesn’t matter if you think the moon is made out of green cheese. What matters is that it is happening in front of you and inside of you and somehow, someway, it is taking place. That’s the critical focus (or should be) of the whole shebang.

I’m not any kind of gifted prognosticator but I would have to say that, irrespective of that, these next few weeks look like any given day some event will be enough to change this world beyond all expectation. It’s going to result in different things in different places, just as the alterations in consciousness are going to be radically different for different people depending on what has been in their head to begin with. This is Monday morning talking. I’ll be real interested to see what Thursday morning has to say, or next Monday for that matter.

Everything at every level is being affected so there’s no way to predict what might be the result of all of that. Anything, even of great magnitude, can now happen in a few minutes, an hour and a day. Hopefully (as I believe it to be true) everything is under control for the purpose of demonstration and we simply need to acknowledge that and proceed with an awareness of it. The idea that this is all blind chaos that somehow came to this moment through some sequence of empirically understood evolution is a frightening thought.

In any case, you are where you are as what you are. You’re the sum total of whatever you got up to that somehow made its way across the possibilities of the map of your existence to the location you find yourself in now, physically and consciousness wise. If you’re not happy with that, change it. That potential is also operating under the same rules of a few minutes, an hour, a day and so on, depending on what is required to get you in gear. Some can change. Some can’t change and some will be compelled to change. Good luck with how that applies to you. Alright then, stop, look and listen. The train is coming down the tracks and something also appears to be going on center stage. Don’t get confused about where you should be standing with both the performance and the train in operation at this time.

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Transparent Lies from the Division of Dumb and Dumber.

2011-10-12T14:07:00.001+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Well, we knew the day was coming. We knew it was a matter of time and it would probably happen in October a few days, a week, ten days before Palestine went to the UN and laid claim to a small portion of what had always been theirs, until the false nation of Israel stole it in order to set up a criminal enterprise that now has a large part of the world on the brink of; who knows what? Doubt the reality of that? Then reality isn’t a familiar resident in whatever world you have convinced yourself is real.

So now, the incredibly corrupt, Eric Holder of Fast and Furious Fame; a division of Dumb and Dumber has come up with a bad network TV shitcom plot of a fabricated event, that actually took place in June, though it probably didn’t even happen then. Oh, let’s go out on a limb and say that none of what’s reported really happened but that whatever happened was constructed by Holder’s neo-con Israeli masters, who pretty much control what remains of the so-called American government, as well as the American economy and that can be seen in the stupendous and outrageous wealth consolidated in the holdings of this small minority of dual nationals in the occupied American territories. Of course, that statement is anti-Semitic due to its being true.

Of course, the Israelis had to throw in a fantasy assault on Saudi Arabia because Israel wants that airspace open when they go to attack the Iranians, as one more expression in the expansion of their psychopathic, hegemonic interests in the Middle East which, as far as they are concerned, belongs entirely to them. Iran has no nuclear weapons program and Iran is not at war with her neighbors, while both of these things apply entirely to Israel, to the exclusion of just about everyone else around.

It’s desperation time in the US because a small contingent of Satanic greedheads have destroyed the American infrastructure, from manufacturing to the small business industry, while also looting the wealth of the American public AND plunging the country into a series of gratuitous wars, for the economic gain of bankers and merchants of war material. They don’t give a shit and they think you are too stupid to get it and too weak and confused to do anything about it. Every one of the participants should be indicted, hauled into court and then sent packing to some iron bar resort for a long, long time, or in some cases, convicted of capital crimes. Unfortunately, the judiciary of the United States is also owned by the same people doing all this malicious mischief.

These soulless husks celebrate their depravity, as they preen and posture in their contempt of you. I don’t know what you’re going to do about it. I don’t know how bad it has to get before you do something about it. Eric Holder is not the only full time employee of Dumb and Dumber. He’s got all kinds of company. It’s hard to imagine what kind of stupidity one has to come into the possession of in order to believe the transparent lies and clumsy gymnastics, of the ones who manipulate and shear them like the complacent and unresisting sheep that they are. I can’t measure it. I don’t understand it. It is beyond me.

There’s no need for me to link any of the information I am talking about today because it’s all over the media, which is also owned by the same people that own everything else. The other side of the story is available in the alternative media that most of you visit every day. So bogus and transparent are the lies being told that they are already hedging their bets by actually using the word ‘alleged’. That won’t likely make any difference because so far, the massive lumbering body of the blind lemming Schmoos is mindlessly marching to the beat of a spastic, dissonant drummer.

Within the course of one generation, the people of The West have been reduced to occasionally ambulatory feeding machines, addicted to the darkness of infantile, perfunctory porn and fevered dreams of the nubile forms of their vacuous hypnotized offspring. They eat things that are composed of genetically altered ingredients that are bonded together and combined with chemicals that are often illegal for general use. They saw it on TV and it doesn’t take patience or a brain to prepare it. It’s quick and it hits the various trigger points of their dysfunctional taste buds.

It’s no wonder that the predators that put them in this situation can laugh at them and motivate their private police forces to abuse and intimidate them. It’s no wonder that one foolish law follows another and that one more excessive tax after another is applied to chain them ever more tightly in a web of perpetual confinement and increasing desperation. When they look for the reasons for their distress they see each other, or whatever temporary puppet from a party other than the one they support which ripped them off last time. One can only stand apart in awe, trying to imagine how much it will take to wake them up. It all comes down to degrees of trauma and my sensation is that the universe will provide that where it applies.

Today, tens of thousands of people, a small minority, are marching in cities around the world, demanding change. The same insidious forces that caused the dramas they are protesting against are seeking to compromise and redirect their attention. Important shills are stepping forth to declare their support for these people. These are some of the shills who have enabled the terrible spectacle of the collapse and disfigurement of cultures here, there and everywhere. Materialism is a cancer that eventually consumes the worshipper. It pulls them down into a hot compressed darkness of unrestrained desire that burns the host into a shell from the inside out.

Some numbers of us have been saying these things for a long time and seeking to live in some fashion outside of it for much longer, before the internet gave us a platform for speech. Most of us had no platform or only a small stage, because we were denied a medium for expression. That’s all changed somewhat now but limitations remain. The reason for that is that most people still do not want to hear what needs to be said and continue to believe that the world that whips their asses from dawn to dusk is giving them the real deal, while it buggers them senseless. What it’s going to take and how long it’s going to take is a continuing mystery and on it goes.

The bottom line is that a small group of scoundrels, for whom no crime is out of bounds, have taken control over every facet of public life, including the religions, where mind numbing nonsense, in support of the same interests of the same small group, comes to the same result. The tide slowly turns, to what end we have yet to see. Surely much greater transformations, upheavals and transitions wait ahead.

My heart goes out to everyone caught incarnate in these unpredictable times. We can only hope that the forces of evil, discussed in this post, will do what they always do and destroy themselves, whether they accomplish it by their own hands or whether it is carried out by the reactions of another force. Whatever I can do to assist in that is on call throughout the duration. I’m confident of a positive outcome, regardless of what dark roads must be traveled to that end. May providence reward our initiative and endurance.

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Condo Dwelling in Perpetual Hamster City.

2011-10-09T11:47:00.002+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Most of us are familiar with the term, ‘Satanist’. We might think we had some idea of what the term meant. However, if we were asked to define it we would more likely come up with a list of behaviors instead of the core principle. What Satanism is is the recognition and celebration of the individual will and the free exercise of any and all passions as a right that is taken, regardless of any resistance or sense of violation on the part of anyone they are being expressed upon. I purposely didn’t go to any of the web sites where I might run into any official definitions, anticipating if anyone does; it will still come out to be, more or less, something compatible with what I just said. One might add that practicing and committed Satanists are those who do evil for the sheer enjoyment of it. That’s simpler and more compact but not comprehensive because in some cases, the evil performed is more of an expedient necessity than it is a motive.

Back in the 60’s there was an Army major who worked for MKUltra. I can’t remember his name now (visible in his dotage?) and he was a known Satanist. Anton Szanador LaVey founded The First Church of Satan in San Francisco around the same time. What was being expressed in the hearts and minds of that small collective known as ‘hippies’ was only one philosophical construct that came out of the period. I have certain memories of San Francisco, although I didn’t spend a lot of time there. The California side of the equation always struck me as airhead central; forgive me if I have offended any long term residents who resonate with the landscape. I don’t mean to give the impression that there is any contempt or judgment taking place here. It’s just how it struck me.

I remember a protest march in S.F. where I saw a couple of cops beating a pregnant woman with nightsticks. I remember walking past Buona Vista park and getting a sense of danger in the darkness. I remember being very, very high on acid, sitting in a stairwell in an apartment on Folsom St. with a friend who was having trouble, because this was some very strong shit, although it wasn’t on a par with the orange and blue STP that was around for a brief time and was manufactured somewhere in the bay area. I took it once and tripped at the intensity of authentic Owsley White Light for 3 days and peaked for at least ten hours. Anyway, I was sitting in the stairwell when a door opened on the landing above and shortly after, 3 young ladies and a boy came down all witched up on their way to wherever and I could hear the sound of rattlesnakes all around them as they passed. I also ran into Charlie Manson in S.F. You could call that a hostile encounter.

I think that was a sufficient digression. Whatever may have been taking place during that period, which got identified as peace and love, was not the only emergent thing. Human nature is capable of all sorts of things. Eventually whatever you wind up with has everything to do with whether you are all about self interest or more at home serving and enjoying the greater good; should that oft referenced and seldom seen condition ever actually appear. I remember the genuine presence of something fine and noble in the full time residents of that temporary culture. I remember that ten times that number would swell the ranks every weekend and that speaks volumes about all sorts of things. I remember how real and vital it all was to me. After these many years, it stands out as one of the brief moments in which I was able to interact with what I held in a higher regard than all the rest of the repetitious, bullshit redundancies that are the usual order of the day. I remember returning around 18 months later to a war zone, where everything formerly familiar had departed. It was all about heroin and speed, with the occasional souls squatting in doorways in hope of Ginsberg’s ‘angry fix’ (I met him also a couple of times and didn’t like him very much, probably because he really, really didn’t like me). I found out years later that it was the work of the CIA, which railroaded all that was bright and beautiful, back into the stock pens of Perpetual Hamster City. For quite some time I was unaware of the details attending the hijacking and rape of that free bird period of the human heart and all of the difficulties that the human heart presents for the forces who feed off of the violation of it.

There is a lot of dark and sinister activity in the dark and sinister world, which we occupy. That dark and sinister state has been gang-fucked into our situations for pretty much all of the centuries since they got around to recording and revising all of the histories that supposedly came before the moment in which we find ourselves today. I suppose that is a justifiable precedence for believing in cabals and overlords who exercise a firm hand of control over all of our affairs and... I’m not saying they don’t, at least as far as it goes for those of you who submit to them.

It’s understandable that some of you think the occupy Wall Street movement is just another controlled expression by the usual suspects, whose intent is to destroy our hope and kill our initiative. Because most people don’t look deeply into things, it is easy to arrive at the conclusion that Masonry is the be all, end all and chief villain behind all of our torments and difficulties without grasping that it’s more about the tenor and darkness of the times that it gets expressed in than it is about any enduring resident evil. Since I know I’m going to hear about it and get cursed out as an apologist or even an employee of this organization, let me say with a deserved exhaustion that I’ve got nothing to do with those people and don’t belong to anything or get paid by anyone and really don’t care about the possibility of that happening down the road. I made my choice of service and allegiance some time ago and that’s not ever, ever going to change, ever.

Unlike a whole lot of other people who, for some reason, are so confident and convinced of their own possession of the truth and all that attends it, I don’t know and I have no trouble admitting it. I can only speak to what I’ve noticed along the way and that is that it’s never entirely this or that and possibly neither one. I also note that if all power seen and unseen were actually in the hands of whichever world controlling apparatus there may or may not be, I wouldn’t be here, not that they didn’t visit some portion of that on me over time. If these so called elites actually did run everything up and down the ladder of influence and control we would be a lot more screwed than we are.

I don’t really concern myself with what people believe or how they arrived at that. The large majority of the population generally comes to believe what supports the opinions they have already formed and are not usually open to principles and perspectives that challenge their disingenuous explanations for the usual indulgences of self interest; not forgetting what I already said about that. Most of the people who make up the world audience and most of the people that milk it, are all recognizable neighbors in the enduring collective deceit that finds its voice and fealty in survival instincts, their sexual organs and their stomachs. You’ll just make yourself depressed and unfulfilled by expecting anything more.

I’ve heard it said that even if it happens at the hands of a total degenerate, sanctimonious hypocrite, you can still have a real and lasting spiritual experience depending on the level of your faith and conviction. Most things aren’t what they seem and your destinies and dependencies are not necessarily as hard wired as you think they are, given that you have any idea of what is or isn’t so in the first place.

I could be wrong about some of the conclusions I have come to over the course of whatever course brought me to this composite moment. Given that, it’s my considered belief that all power emerges from one place and is only on loan for periods of time to effect events and conditions for the purpose of demonstration. The idea of secret cabals of twisted individuals that run everything is about as real as the degree of your faith in that supposition. This is not to say that a consortium of bankers, political whores and all the rest of them are not continuously busy stealing everything that isn’t nailed down and coming back with crowbars for the rest. This is about perception and position relative to your degree of confinement and servitude. Most people get what they deserve for being lazy, paranoid and cheap. Most people convinced themselves of something and wind up the victim of it down the road. Most people have no problem adjusting the facts to suit their preferences, or justifying their actions through some form of self deception about what they were really up to.

Of course there is some amount of controlled opposition going on with the Wall Street movement. Of course there are elements within the Masonic orders and every other group that’s engaged in the manipulation of human affairs. Of course this is the terra firma of the prince of the air and all things are skewed toward the corruption and destruction of all of the better possibilities of our nature but that’s not the whole story. You’re not as defenseless and screwed as you might imagine based on surface appearances. Your biggest problem is not these self serving psychopaths in high places. Your biggest problem is yourself and the weaknesses and appetites you rationalize and engage in, while professing to be otherwise. No external force or personage has any more power over you than what you provide by making yourself available to it through the usual conceits and weaknesses of your unformed and unexamined being.

These times are like no other times. The usual terms and traditions are no longer preeminent as they once appeared to be. The very nature of their oppressive behaviors and intentions is proof positive that they are losing their grip on the hearts and minds of their subjects and victims. The critical concern is that any of you might see the possibility of the moment and seize upon it, rather than allowing it to become just one more missed opportunity in the cycling recurrence of lifetimes so employed. What you may or may not do is not my affair, that is your concern, or otherwise, it just wasn’t that important and you may repent at your leisure.

End Transmission.......

There will be a radio show this evening. See the link at the top of the page for time and location.

Is Hang a Banker Day coming to a Theater near You?

2011-10-04T14:45:00.004+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Watch it happen in front of your eyes. The Occupy Wall Street phenom is going viral, diversifying like a stock portfolio and popping up all over the US and in other countries as well. Look at the media not covering it. Look at the media giving out false information concerning the motivation, even to the extent of saying the protestors are protesting against people making 40 to 50 thousand dollars a year, as well as global warming. Understand that the media is owned and operated by the same people who operate at and influence Wall Street. Look at the important names that are appearing in the mix and the American Marines showing up on behalf of the protest as well. In its genesis and presentations, it is about as authentic and threatening to go nova as it can get. This is the real deal.

The traders and bankers are celebrating their imagined invulnerability. In the delusion of their fevered hubris, they are drinking champagne and talking about pouring it on the protestors, in emulation of the bankers and traders at The City of London, who waved banknotes out of their windows as they jeered the protestors. Does this look like they may and should have their heads chopped off and put on display? Does this give you the impression that Hang a Banker Day might be coming to a neighborhood near you soon? This is not an argument in favor or against this. This is an observation of the anger of the vast majority coming up against the defiance, indifference and ridicule of the minority of those causing the conditions for the anger in the first place.

None of those responsible for, the all too quick emergence of difficult conditions for the world at large, have been charged or brought to trial for their crimes, yet. Meanwhile, Americans and others, continue to be herded into for profit prisons, for feeding their heads, at the command of alcoholic lawmakers, who also legitimize and profit from the illegal drug industry in the first place. They are making it illegal for the people to grow their own food. They are arresting children who are selling lemonade. They are permitting sex change operations for pre-pubescent children. They are selling automatic weapons to Mexican drug lords, who are dumping heads and bodies in the public thoroughfare. They are out of their freaking minds and they are going down. Lloyd Blankfein and Steven Schwartzman are going down, sooner or later. Will the Federal Reserve, J.P. Morgan and The Rothschilds follow? We can only watch and wait and hope to see it.

Ah, my friends. We are on the brink. Nothing is going the way of TPTW, even though they are engineering so much of it as it goes. There is no motivation on the part of those who created this mess, to fix it to the advantage of those, who are coming to get them. As a result, the process in progress can only get worse and as it gets worse the noose will tighten, the pitchforks will rattle and the flaming brands will light the way to the castle gates.

There can only be some immense and horrible act, on the part of TPTW, looming on the event horizon. They can try to toss some of the members of their cabal to the crowd, as a peace offering but they cannot fix the conditions that have brought them to this pass, because that is not how they operate. The dynamics of the arriving age demand a complete house cleaning and no matter where they run to hide, the conditions they have set in place exist among the residents of the locales they seek to flee to.

The ironic landing of the marines on the other side of the fence indicates an awakening in the ranks of the military, which presently exists to serve and defend their interests, which operate contrary to the interests of military personnel and their families. Their treatment of the military and their sacrifice of the military to the machinations of bankers are becoming known to the rank and file. The suicides and the atrocities, as well as the gay agenda, are killing morale all through the services. The one thing that military personnel expect is respect and acknowledgement of their efforts. The one thing they do not desire or expect is to die for the wrong reasons and to be treated like shit on their return.

How long will it be before the domestic police tire of what they are being asked to do; given their own suffering in terms of the economy in their own lives? How long can they continue to live with the bad publicity of the behavior of some of the members in their ranks?

On the natural, terrestrial level, Nature is aroused and sending strange armies of ants into the living spaces, as well as all manners of ground trembling, along with fire and rain upon the landscape.

In the governments, the lawmakers wonder, as they bend the knee to Israel at every turn. Meanwhile, the world turns its sympathy and their backs away from Israel. It is a ‘consummation devoutly to be wished’ that this accelerates and the groundswell of Israeli residents also rises up again the powers in place. The time frame shrinks incrementally between now and the last decanate of October, as it comes upon the doorstep of the winter of our extreme discontent; to paraphrase The Bard, who I just quoted already a moment before.

What a wild time is rocking the house and promising to swell its ranks by the day. How many millions in distress are about to wake up and join the party? The basic principle of The Apocalypse insists upon the awakening and the awakening is coming to each of us, in its own way, depending on what we are engaged in or suffering from. Kiss my ass and call me Cupid. Heh, heh, now that’s a strange something to say; probably should be a bumper sticker (grin). What storeroom hamper of bon mots did I get that one out of? Thank god for the internet and all those newsgathering websites that brings the information to our minds, so that we can be proactively involved in the truth of the thing in the first place.

You can get your red string Kabala wrist ornaments and Banker rope on special at Target all this week. Come on down! There’s a blue light special going on, up in the ass of this K-mart store closing culture, of the great American wet dream that’s been ridden hard and put away wet, under those paint rags in the basement. Come on down! Come on down to the burial ground of the rainmakers. Come on down to the cheap seats in the back of the theater and, keep in mind, that makes you the first people in a position to leave. Remember if you are poor and don’t have very much that you are the people least likely to be inconvenienced, given how inconvenienced you already are.

Readers have been quoting one of my favorite all time authors to me on a regular basis lately, giving me those excerpts from Gandalf and company about how no one wants to live in the times when the shadow has come into power on the land and how we have to rise to the call. I don’t consider the appearance of the tales of the Lord of the Rings to be any kind of a coincidence for the world we find ourselves having to live in. The parallels are spot on. Pull up a chair, or pick up a marching sign or standard, whatever it is you are called upon to do and let us meet at the river, once the dust has settled and gone.

End Transmission.......

Nick Cage is a Vampire and I am the Wizard of It.

2011-09-28T17:42:00.011+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I love the smell of burning plagiarism in the morning, especially when it’s me. Some few night train lawyers seem concerned that I did that to the elegant work of Jim Kirwan, when it was Jim quoting me, so if anything, it was in reverse. Jim is a fine writer, one of the best; passionate and precise. However neither of us needs to steal from each other in the first because for both of us, it’s on loan from God. I hereby legitimize this sad state of affairs, I give Jim permission to steal my shit whenever he wants and then sell it back to me at a cost determined to be cheaper than stolen.

In my defense, I raise the case of the vampire, Nick Cage for your study and scrutiny. I know, I look like Nick Cage and that is another kind of plagiarism, which God is fond of. Nick can play me when they make a movie out of my first book. Now you can accuse me of shameless self promotion too, which is the second thing that comes up with Les Visible at Google after plagiarism. I know, I used to look like Nick Cage as you can see, by looking at the photo of me, and remember that I have aged just like Nick appears to have aged as well but we all go back into our coffins at night.

Actually, I’m more concerned about a movie I saw last night called Setup, which has Bruce Willis, ‘I’m not Justin Timberlake, Ryan Philippe’ and a guy called 50 Cents in a movie that wasn’t worth 50 cents and you really have to see this film to know what I am talking about but you will hate me for having made you watch it. It is truly and unbelievably bad and it cost a lot of money to make it happen and somehow it is connected to this guy whose bio says “Bringing an incredible array of diverse talents to the screen after designing action sequences for some of Hollywood's top blockbusters, Writer/Director Mike Gunther has used action to bring in over 2 billion dollars at the box office and emerged as one of the industry's most exciting "go to" creative forces”

We live in amazing times and as I watched this film, which was off the charts horrific, in exponential scope; given the name actors and all, I asked myself, “What’s going on?” I’m not entirely certain but it looks like an enormous cosmic meltdown is in process, as those who have made so much money from the things we all used to enjoy have finally come up against a wall or an endless wasteland because they watered it down and squeezed it dry so hard that now they are all hanging in air with no form or content. I mean to say that this is happening at every level of the game; political, religious, artistic. The mainline, mainstream players have come to the edge of the precipice with everybody else’s money and they are going where?

Let’s go back to the plagiarism thing because there are all kinds of ironies going down at the moment. I was hoping to get someone to do a graphic of the twin towers as a fuck you but it wasn’t my idea to tell the truth. Susanne came up with it and since she can draw, I asked her to do it but time goes by and I think, ‘let me get someone else to do it’. I was going to give her attribution after the fact but I guess you could say I plagiarized her idea up to the point that I was talking about it. Of course, it would only be plagiarism if something happened with it and I benefited as a result. I’ll see you in court Susanne (grin). She has many talents that I do not. She can draw and she can play the guitar. I am a terrible musician. I’m a singer/songwriter and I never have understood why nobody famous ever did any of my songs.

I went to Maui to meet George Benson, that was the motive and George liked my songs but his manager had ‘first refusal’ on anything he recorded. I stayed on Maui, hoping to meet Willie Nelson, working as a cook in restaurants. I wrote songs that I thought Willie would like. Willie had a friend named Poppi (I probably have the name misspelled) who was a restaurateur and Bud (The Birdman) Clifton gave him one of the songs I wrote for Willie and Poppi heard it and said that Willie would love the song and he would get it to him, then he died. That kind of thing has happened to me more than once. I never wanted to be the performer. I wanted other people to do my work. I was always trying to get songs to people but nothing came of it and it is hard to understand because the songs are good. I would think country and folk performers would love to do my songs. I used to run into Richie Havens here and there and that never came to anything either. Maybe my songs aren’t any good but I suspect that is definitely not the case. Some of my songs are pretty fucking good and would head for Grammy-land on country radio but maybe it just isn’t supposed to be.

How many years did I spend trying to get people to sing my songs? I didn’t have to sing or play them and I am a terrible musician and a truly bad mixer and engineer. I keep trying. Apparently my work is so bad, I can’t even be on Soundclick anymore and I don’t even put them at the end of my posts. It stuns me how bad my songs have sank. Jackson Browne did all that incredible work making Warren Zevon happen but I never got a Jackson Browne, or a Richie Havens or a Willie Nelson or a George Benson. I just went on and on. I’ve stopped recording songs because nobody wants to hear them and just stuck to the writing. I don’t play my guitar any more or the piano; not like I could anyway, but I do keep singing and I hope someone heard. Elvis Presley just dropped me by the side of the highway in LA. I can thank him for making me safe in Palm Springs when he would pull up to the curb in front of Bookland and tell me that “I thought you were going to Phoenix?” People thought I was his friend and they left me alone there in the rich man’s desert. He drove by about ten times that night, waving, talking to me through the limousine window, while people were screaming in the streets, “Elvis!” I lived on tangerines picked from trees and French fries that some kid might buy for me and slept in the desert, or some young girl’s car. Hardly anyone helped me out. Dark times and desolation for me but I just struggled though it with the kundalini.

Well, that could be a movie, just like the trial in Hawaii, or all of what happened in Washington D.C. and those tales have been told before at the other blogs. I am amazed that I am still standing, well, sitting actually. That is how come I know there is a god, which brings me to an incredible space, at least in my own mind, given the continuing lack of recognition. Or, is our purpose going to be fulfilled? Somehow I see a new day dawning and I do not know what will come of it.

I look at the evidence of this movie called The Setup, as the cultural expression of an absolute contempt for the purpose of existence, that goes nowhere, except into endless distress, while we have the means and technology to make anything possible. There has to be a divine hand but the times are dark because we have been shredded by psychopaths that have led us to our doom.

It’s on now. Maybe god is real and maybe not but does anyone doubt the presence of the devil? Or is this just evolution. Well. I guess we find out in the end. Because it really does come down to whether or not there is a god and I think there is. It’s a grand scale kind of a thing. You have the trembling heavens on the brink, however, heaven does not tremble because the actual will of god will prevail and all the hard on have all, steal all, will lose all.

I believe in a bright and beautiful future simply because I believe that somewhere ahead it lies in the performance of our being upon the nasty first matter of our present state. Authenticity and originality are the real currency that there ever was. If one were to accuse me of anything, accuse me for not having given my very best because I have occasionally succumbed to the weaknesses of my kind. I am harried by the same temptations and desires of the rest of you and I have fallen many times. On my own behalf I will say that I still endure and get up again and stand fast when called to account for the needs of the time.

You will notice that, as the old corruptions fall away that something better is coming out of the mix and you should hew to that direction. The time has come to make a change from the life you knew into something better.

End Transmission.......

The last radio show is available for download.

On This Potpourri Sunday.

2011-09-25T15:28:00.003+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.....

May your noses always be free of the nose rings of usury and may love be your final master.

Where to start.... As I look on my computer; a little to the right, I see Facebook page with ‘Stimulus for 62 and over’. Are some government attendants going to come to my house and stimulate me? I’ve never been one for professional sex. I keep trying to find my innocence. I know it’s around here somewhere and suddenly, I turn into Tony from West Side Story and I am singing, ♫something’s coming any day, I will feel it right away, as soon as it shows, something’s coming and it’s going to be bad (smack), good, (kiss), bad (smack), no, wait, goooood (kiss) ♫.!” Uh, I don’t know, apparently good and bad have relatives and it’s all in the family by degrees of association and six degrees of separation and “Hello, Kevin Bacon”.

I had this idea for a graphic of the twin towers, maybe that guy Dees, over at Rense could do it. It shows the devil lying on his stomach. He is engaged in a sexual act with The Woman and he is munching carpet, which turns out to be the controlled demolition of Building 7 that is the location and the pubic hair. He is looking right at you and his hands come around the lady and they are posed with the twin towers as the middle finger on each and he is like one of those Hindu or Buddhist demons and he has four arms, so the other two hands have puppet strings upon which dance the players who were engaged in the action. I don’t know, maybe Dick Cheney is one of his earrings and Barak, or Zelikow, or Silverman is one of the others. I guess he could have nose rings too. He could be all gothed up like Jim Baker’s son in his punk ministry supermarket. Somebody ought to do something like it.

I took exception to a commentary by Gilad Atzmon a week or so ago and I don’t feel like I was out of line but I note that he is saying some really good things and they need to be said and more power to him on that account. I’ll admit to an amount of paranoia about controlled opposition but a lot of the time people are just doing the best that they can under the circumstances as far as they can see how to go. Everybody can’t be like me and just say shit like they got nothing to lose, cause most people do have something to lose and I will bet I do too but that doesn’t stop me. It comes back to that God thing which I used to not be able to talk about in real time all the time but I can now.

I also note the lack of proliferation of Patrick Willis’s beautiful work on The World Declaration of Independence from Criminal Israel, so I will do my own proliferating (grin). You know, I stopped submitting my work to a site because I felt like I had to tailor what I said so it wasn’t too spiritual. I never said anything bad about the webmaster. Now I’m getting complaints from people about trying to get the spoken dialogues put up. It’s a cold, cold world baby and all the colder when you didn’t do anything wrong. Okay, enough of that.

What have we got? We got lots of rocks and hard places. We got the devil and the deep blue sea. We got oceans of ignorance and Mr. Apocalypse is tapping on the guano crust with his walking stick. He’s humming to himself, as he occasionally breaks the crust and some of that, definitely not hot cherry pie, smell comes up and he’s humming, ♫smells like something crawled down in there and died and I’m not going to want fries with that♫.

Nothing rings more prophetic and pertinent in the moment than that poem by Yeats about the second coming. We be there and it is interesting to note, the world wide social networking that is exponentially emergent in tandem, with whatever it is that is waiting in the alley around the corner of this world at this time.

Ladies and Gentlemen and those of you in transition, as I look out upon this vast sea of faces today, I see myself and that scares the shit out of me (quick! visible, put that shit in a test tube.. ”oh no, my brutha, I will be smoking this). Sometimes, I feel like one of those characters from “The Dark Crystal”, one of those Podlings that are trying to put the shard back in the crystal. Everything is broken and now, what does one do? On my account the seas are relatively tranquil, though rather pedestrian and dull, given the plodding redundancies that abound around and keep going through the motions because of an addiction to the familiar and I am podling like a Podling after that dark crystal and there are bad guys. There are always bad guys, or maybe it’s just the opposition, depends on how you see it but it’s a factor none the less and sometimes that is the exigent point.

“Excuse me, visible, do you have a point”? “Oh, sorry, must have had some kind of a relapse. I found this riveting. It’s been several years since I have heard this man speak and you have to go all the way back to when the Bush machine stole the first election when it comes to Gerta, who didn’t even know how to part her hair then; or was that on purpose? Maybe that is all just more smoke and mirrors. It’s divide and conquer or united we stand. It is, “Don’t tread on me”, and also certain that the blood of tyrants shall water the liberty tree. You’ll want to shower afterwards.

As I was writing this, I had to pause because I felt an enormous shift and change in the whole world for about ten minutes, I just sat here and said to myself, “something is happening, right now. It may not come out immediately or maybe it will but it is happening at the moment I am in... all kinds of fates that were uncertain are now no longer uncertain. Some kind of twist has come upon the scene. Maybe I’ve been in the saucer pod too long. I don’t know. It is definitely the time, on this warm and embracing equinoctial day, to run through the woods with the hounds.

Let us hope that those of us who are meant to be the guardians; guidons,, wayshowers and functioning plenipotentiaries of the coming age do not get caught up in their own celebrity out of the starting blocks, where we become enthralled with the power of our own presence over the greater importance of the message, where the messenger becomes more important that the message; to see those who bring the truth as somehow equally as important as the truth, none of us are or ever shall be, unless you are the word made flesh, which is rare in most times and near invisible in these.

When people preempt the one who gives them voice and then silence the ones who call attention to the one, we’re all in trouble. The standard bearer cannot be greater than the standard or maybe you need to go read Thanatopsis., or Ozymandias. There are some interesting similarities in the names, in respect of size, content and statuary rape. We need to not only keep things in perspective but ourselves in perspective because either can affect the other.

Yes, I am all over the map (there’s a map?) and I suppose it is one of those potpourri Sundays; eclectic and eccentric walk into a bar and so on and so forth and I am doing this because this is precisely what the mass media is doing and has been doing for the last several day, which is always a sign that they are about to hoist a false flag over some unfortunate location. When you study Nitwit-Yahoo’s format and features you see the psychopathic intransigence of his being and you see the neutered housecat that is pitching him the Nerf balls.

When those who are inclined to harm, have no inclination to cease from causing harm and when the harm that they have caused, is the cause of the conditions in which they find themselves compelled to do ever more egregious harm, you know that harm is on the menu prix fixe. When those who are being harmed are too stupid to get out of harm’s way or too deep in denial to sense the location of the harm being done, then both awakening and realization are on the menu a la carte. It does no good to talk about it and any solutions that exist and which might ameliorate the situation are not under consideration. The same old same old has to keep delivering the same old train load until the same old same old turns into something new and it is about to.

We are in the event horizon. We are right where the blue arrow is pointing on the bus map at the bus stop. We are at whatever point we have brought ourselves to at this point and there’s nothing more to say except, “there you jolly well aren’t, aren’t you”? ...In the words of the immortal Lord Buckley. So be aware and be off to the side of the main event because sometimes it is a lot better to watch it happen than to be part of the action. Nothing anyone can say or do is going to change the course of things now but, then again, I don’t know, do I?

End Transmission.......

Radio show tonight, see the mast head at the top of the page for time and location.

Apologies for this not being up to my usual standard but there’s a good reason for everything as we shall see.

The Grantig Army in the Fata Morgana of Paradise Veiled.

2011-09-21T14:03:00.003+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Sometimes when I am out having a beer in a pub, on those rare occasions that I actually do something like that, I find myself sitting with one or two of the people I have met here, over the eleven years I’ve been doing the limbo in Expatria, where I reside. On some occasions, I find I have to make my way to the pissoir and on some of those occasions, I find myself standing next to some fellow traveler and usually I am singing some tune I remember from the halcyon days, when lyricism was in flower and sometimes they’ll say something to me and I will say, “You know how they make American beer”? In response, I will get some version of, “No”. Then I will tell them there is an elaborate piping system that runs from this portion of Western Europe to the American mainland that transfers the piss to the American breweries, directly from the urinal into which I am depositing the basic ingredients. Sometimes this will elicit a chuckle and sometimes a non sequiter that implies, “I wish that crazy American wasn’t talking to me”. I know that part of this is because I am singing some old standard and it makes them seize up when they’re trying to do their business.

Up and down the streets of this pastoral and provincial little town I go, writing songs on the fly and gathering the puzzled and sometimes paranoid looks that are the trademark of my residence here. No one else engages in this sort of tomfoolery and it’s apparent that I’m either crazy, or high and... on some occasions both of those would apply. Why am I singing as I make my way down streets that have, in some places been here since the 9th century? It’s because I refuse to become “grantig” like so many here who lockstep their way to and from whatever. When they’re not walking in that heavy coat of anchors made from the tuneless vibrations of ancestors past, they’re driving with the intrinsic impatience to get somewhere so that they can hurry up and wait. Like most of the people, with the possible exception of certain rural sections of Latin countries and remote primitive regions; the eternal children with little to show for their lives except for a good attitude and an admirable work ethic, they are driven. They are driven slow or driven hard but they are in harness none the less. They are yoked up like oxen to the cart that carries their past and which reminds them that life is sirus bidness.

Observing this and seeing it most places, I realize what I am up against in terms of effecting change to any noticeable degree. Sometimes I reach with my invisible hands into their chests and squeeze their hearts and say, “You know this is a dual use component”? Sometimes I am chanting Hare Krishna, Om Amitabha or Om hare sri ganapatiyay namah, avige namas du (that would be phonetic) and I feel my feet hit the stones of the pavement or sidewalk and I imagine the vibration of the chant penetrating the stones, with the slightest touch of possible inspiration, in the hope that one day I have impacted upon the density of its composition to the point that they might speak of something other than the droning hum of commerce and confusion.

Once I threw a stone into a still lake and I watched the ripples extend outward upon the surface until I could no longer see them but I knew that they continued, until they had covered the entire surface of the lake. There’s a metaphysical law that operates in that action, which is like so many of the laws of Nature that we don’t pay enough attention to. Every culture operates according to some laws of Nature, applied to the infrastructure and the most important feature of that is the laws that surround us, for all the time that we are here and which we never take any notice of. We generally pay attention to what we want and how to get it. We seldom consider that the things we want the most are unknown to us because if they were not unknown, I would not be surrounded by the Grantig army in the Fata Morgana of paradise veiled. We’re surrounded by paradise that is hidden in a cloud of impure desire, which has crystallized into a false world that we painfully traverse from the cradle to the grave. We take the fire of immortality and we make more of ourselves over and over, as if our hopes would somehow be realized in some new and improved version of ourselves, in which we invest all of the bad information that served us so well beforehand.

According to the rock in the lake, one can say something in Des Moines, Iowa on Tuesday and it may get repeated in Cairo on Sunday. Focus and intensity has something to do with it and it is an expression of practical magic, depending on the will and concentration of the practitioner. I think any deliberate seeker should make it a point to read the Alice Bailey translation of Patanjali’s Aphorisms (well, I haven’t been able to get that version but there are plenty of others and more books on spiritual, metaphysical and occult teachings than you can ever hope to read in this life and possibly others as well. I consider it a wise investment but maybe you want to see what they got first; cheap at twice the price). I recommend reading the book, not so you can get wild about the practice of what’s contained there (not that most people ever will) but just to see what’s possible and I guarantee it works, depending on you.

Many things work, depending on you and you are either singing or humming to yourself as you go down, or up, life’s highways or, you’re Grantig. That’s the main point and it’s all about quality of life. I’ve never had much materially and I’ve done without fame and important temporal friends, as well as important positions and most of the things people get all hot and bothered about and sacrifice their health and integrity to possess but I’m singing and they are not. I’m dancing and they are not and I am generally in a good mood, no matter what is going on and if I get knocked off balance here and there, it doesn’t last long and I’ve got no hard feelings like heavy rocks in my personality knapsack. So, who’s better off?

I imagine we all come to a place at some latter moment in our journey and the question will arise, “Did I leave this world a better place than I found it”? “Will people miss me or will they be glad that I am gone”? Will I hear, “Well done”, when I pass through the gates of mystery or will the angels be shaking their heads? These are questions that everyone should ask themselves now. For some reason, most of the time, we do not. We are intentionally distracted by the one whose job that is and that is why our primary concern should be to “seal the door where evil dwells”. We have two options; senility or regenerated innocence. Lunacy comes through telepathic invasion, via the subconscious, or serenity emerges from the sublimation of the same.

You have to ask yourself if the presence of so many enduring holy texts and the historical evidence of those rare but powerful examples of what these books contain, is evidence enough of another supermarket, hidden within the blaring chaos of the well known other. If this is evidence enough then what are we engaged in at the moment we are in?

Every day we pound the sidewalks of this world and speak to the rocks beneath our feet. Every day the gripping imperative of operating according to what we think we know, takes precedence over the eternal imperative of recognizing the existence of what we do not. Everyday we fall victim to ‘garbage in and garbage out’ because we have contracted with the wrong sanitation department. If the mind is a swamp, will the body demonstrate otherwise?

In the woods it doesn’t take a great deal of time to figure out that we are walking in circles once we get lost. For some reason, the same understanding does not present itself on the byways of the organized world. When you have discovered the primary objective you cannot get lost because wherever you are it is present. Otherwise you are lost wherever you are and the angst will build until you find yourself with the radio and TV playing at all times, in order to keep reflection upon it at bay.

Is what I am doing important? Ask yourself this? Is what I want important? Does my peace increase or am I at the mercy of its absence in a cauldron of increasing confusion? Am I leaving good footprints? Am I presenting myself as someone else out of the fear of the appearance of danger that appears to attend my being myself?

How many people go to bed at night and review their day in terms of value given and then set the tone for the morrow in respect of that? How many people walk into Nature and speak directly into the ear of God, concerning any and all concerns? How many people get their information from someone who works for the plant where they manufacture it, for the benefit of those who use it to blind the world for the purpose of profit? How long can you accept the lies until they become a personal truth? You have passed your own death sentence, again and again and again. How long do we stare into a smoking mirror that is obscured by the glaring evidence of the quality of our desires?

I’ll leave you with the admonition, ‘thimk’. No, that’s no a typo. I’ll see you up the road or I won’t and I think that about covers it.

A little something different for Smoking Mirrors and certainly more indicative of what goes through my mind and where my real concerns lie.\

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Anti-Semitic and Uncle Khazar Boinking in the Box Seats.

2011-09-18T14:29:00.008+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Day seven; off what really happened and no wife swapping in sight. I be counting off the days with all my might (grin)

A reader named Grassapelli brought something to my attention that had escaped my notice until now and that is that buildings 3, 4, 5, and 6 of the World Trade Center also collapsed in flames and explosions and god knows what, since I don’t know what. So, what else don’t I know, probably a great deal? I know I can’t play the violin, even though it’s the first instrument that I studied as a child in Paris. I remember my teacher, a very large Frenchman named Mr. Wolf. I learned to play Three Blind Mice; way to go, Visible.

Much as it was in revolutionary France, at least according to the estimable, Mr. Dickens, “It was the best of times, It was the worst of time”. It is the worst of times for 90% and the best of times for the 10 percent responsible for them. Today, some smaller portion of the 90% are amassed in the workplace of the 10% surrounded by the enforcement arm of the 10%; Jessie’s off with the two remaining Beatles singing, “Let me take you down cause I'm going to Hymie Town”. Whoops, that’s anti-Semitic and here’s a new modality for you to play with, no matter what comment someone makes, your response should be, “That’s anti-Semitic”. If someone says, “Nice weather we’re having”. Your response should be, “That’s anti-Semitic”. If someone asks, “How’s the wife”? That’s anti-Semitic. “Now that’s a good looking ass, two Siamese cats fighting in a burlap bag”. That’s anti-Semitic and don’t forget Uncle Khazar.

Actually it’s the Masons that are controlling the Zionists. They’ve got remote controls in their hands as thousands of black draped Hassids, with diamonds in glassine bags in their pockets, rocket around town in bumper car mobile drones laying waste to the economy. Tel Aviv airways have pilots standing by as they get ready to roll up the ramps into the C-101’s for the trip to India and Brazil. Let’s roll! Uh oh, here come thousands of Muslims with six foot scimitars dragging behind them; back with the Hassid’s on the bumper cars with six foot shillelaghs, hanging from wrist straps. Boy is that anti-Semitic. There goes Abe Foxman, pushing his pot belly in a shopping cart down the aisles of World Mart. And there’s mini-me, Rahm Emanuel, riding in a kiddies pack on Obama’s back, whipping his ass with a cat o’ nine tails. It’s anti-Semitic!

The illuminati are telepathically remote viewing the Masons and who is controlling the illuminati? It’s The Debil! Yes it’s the Debil. It’s that red guy in the black suit at the crossroads and Robert Johnson is picking his guitar. Jimmie Page is doing backup on the double neck strat and it sounds like someone is castrating a cat. No wait! It’s actually two cats having sex. A little known fact is that cat’s penises have barbs that come out and hook into the vagina of the female and when they pull it out? The female cat screams. What does she scream? “It’s anti-Semitic”! An orthodox rabbi, a French soldier and a Polish diplomat are captured by natives in The Congo. The chief says, “We are going to kill you and then we are going to make canoes out of your skin. The good news is that we will let you chose the manner of your own death”. Yeah, that’s how the chief talks, he went to Oxford. The Frenchman falls on his sword and bleeds to death. The rabbi swallows a bag of diamonds and chokes to death. The Polish diplomat looks around and reaches into his mess kit and pulls out a fork and starts stabbing himself all over the torso screaming, “You’re not making any fucking canoe out of me”! And? That’s right! It’s anti-Semitic!

The evangelicals handle poisonous snakes, as a substitute for playing with their own. The other Protestants and Catholics pass the collection plate. In the synagogues, you actually pay for the seat, just like at a prize fight or a concert. In some places this is only for the high holy days, when the gilded offspring of the Wall Street Bull is trotted out on to the dais. If you’re in Palm Beach that could run you a million a year and that too, is anti-Semitic! Anti-Semitics to the left of me, anti-Semitics to the right of me, into the valley of anti-Semitism rode the six million.

High rollers are playing AIPACMAN in the dying casinos, surrounded by the abandoned houses of the people that had to move; west young man! Move West! Heah cum de Muslims! Heah cum de Muslims! Here they come, bent over and moonwalking on their knees, but not in France! It’s the time of the holy wars. There’s an old lady on crutches beating a nun to death with a huge crucifix. Whoops, that’s not a nun, that’s a Hassid, my bad. And that is anti-Semitic. I just saw a bumper sticker go by on a pickup which said, “Could you revise history any better with the Dead Sea Scrolls jammed up your ass?” Sorry, wrong joke but it’s still anti-Semitic! “Do you know de way to Brooklyn or should I just go fuck myself?” Hey, that’s anti-Semitic.

The press lines are on fire with how The Palestinians aren’t going to do what they’re going to do but who controls the press? That’s anti-Semitic. “Organs! Organs! Get your ice cold organs!” Uh huh, anti-Semitic. ♫Moon niggaz, whiter than The Nile, I be crossing you in style some day. We be after the same Manichevitz wine and glorious behind to set your drink upon, it’s true, Moon Niggaz and you...♫ You will note that Manichevitz promotes responsible drinking. And you better believe that’s anti-Semitic.

God’s laughing and that’s anti-Semitic too. No telling if he’s laughing at this post or laughing at you for the moment, possibly both.

All right Visible, move your lunatic ass out of the way for a moment. I know, I know, that’s anti-Semitic but move anyway. Sorry, I get possessed sometimes. It’s probably the anti-Semitism that does it. Every time I snort a few lines that tends to happen. It’s probably the reason I got busted on the super highway a few years ago, trying to snort the white line on the freeway, under a full moon that just happened to appear in a school bus window, at the right time. I thought I might as well look for my car keys too since that’s where the light was.

Sometimes, late at night I imagine conversations between Alan Dershowitz and The Debil, prior to his entrance into Hell. Lawyers can talk when their ass is on the line. Of course, as per De Niro’s commentary in “Angel Heart”, “The world won’t miss one more lawyer” or something like that. Did you see dual national De Niro at the opening of last weeks NY Jets game? Way to go Roberto! Oops! Anti-Semitic. It doesn’t matter what I say or if I look at you any particular way, it’s all anti-Semitic.

Well, it’s probably time for me to go rub myself down with some Dead Sea Anti-Semitism cream and hope for the best. I got that radio show to do tonight and I ought to prep my head as opposed to getting some cause that would be anti-Semitic too.

Muslims, Muslims, who got the Muslims, I neeeeeeeeeeeeed some Muslims, wanna cop a dime bag of Muslims with no usury attached, that’s why the banks don’t like ‘em. Bring some tanks and fuck the banks, burn down Wall Street and de-ball the bull. Muslims didn’t do 9/11, Israel did 9/11 and they’re gonna do more and they’re gonna do it soon. Down on their knees to the Golden Calf, Heaven through a needles eye, don’t make me laugh, take my diuretic, pissing anti-Semitic and eyeballing Uncle Khazar through the glory hole, toss a maseltov cocktail through the porthole of the sinking ship of state. They took it down with them, I can relate, Hop on board and don’t be late! All the free will junkies are victims of fate. Yeah, I’m a playa hata that’s addicted to hate. Anti-Semitic! Material dialectic, your stomachs gone peptic. More and more profit, I gots to collect it. No more yards and inches they can steal more with metric. I gotta go, gotta go, it’s too eclectic!!! Your ass is worth how much? Well son, go ahead and bet it.

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Radio show tonight, check the masthead link for time and location in the Native Indian nation.

Degrees of Darkness in the Absence of Light.

2011-09-15T15:22:00.006+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

I have been putting myself through hoops since last evening when I read this, wondering what I should say and if I should say anything. I was especially astonished by the admonitions given to the Germans about being responsible for the Palestinian troubles, however convoluted the argument. If anyone should take responsibility for The Palestinian Genocide it is Israel and this should be proclaimed by those Israelis who present themselves as friends of The Palestinians. Those who call themselves Israelis have no right to be in Palestine in the first place and they are only there through devious maneuverings and pornographic revisionism.

I’m not here to debate the extent and reality of their marketplace holocaust and I’ve no inclination to deny or question the details. What I do know is that when you make it against the law to question something then there’s something wrong with the facts because the only reason for worldwide suppression of inquiry would be that the facts wouldn’t hold water against it. To question the affair is the real province of those who present themselves as agents of truth, in seeming opposition to their countrymen. No one can be an agent of truth who does not only admit but also proclaim that Israel was behind 9/11. No one can be an agent of truth who parrots official lines and never brings certain untenable absurdities to light. Of course, this requires the courage of being capable of it.

The reason I don’t flat out deny that certain things took place is because that isn’t the important point. The important point is that the descendants of those responsible for the far larger and greater lasting holocaust in Soviet Russia, are those presently living in Israel. Given that, and accepting six million dead, one can only say that what followed was righteous karma and they are still millions of bodies short on the debt. That is the cardinal issue. Another point is that the majority of Young Turks in the Armenian holocaust were Jews. Another point is the owners of the slave ships that trafficked in human flesh, much as their present day descendents still do. Another point is that there are so many points to point out, concerning these perpetual victims that a picture begins to emerge and which is verified in their having been the only group of people on Earth to be tossed out of most of the countries in the world and sometimes more than once. An agent of truth would know these things because an agent of truth seeks the truth and should know why as well.

It is an interesting irony that there are so remarkably few Jewish voices that go directly to the heart of the matter, or who state what is evident based on the chain of evidence. It is an interesting irony that one is accused of anti-Semitism, when one states that Zionist interests own and control 96% of the mass media, the entertainment industry and so many things when they themselves brag about it. Any fool knows that ownership of the media places the drums of war into the hands of those who possess it.

I sincerely do not like to point certain things out. There’s no positive social or economic future for me in these pursuits and when I took upon myself certain responsibilities, or when they were laid on me, I accepted the cost. It is similar to my never having cooperated with the authorities when I was facing years in prison and at one point, a life sentence, more or less. I told myself that I could not live with waking up in the morning and knowing I was a rat. I can look at myself in the mirror and confirm that.

I can write all around things if I want to and I can simply avoid certain subject matter, including the contents of this posting but that would make me another kind of a rat. It is possible that I am allowed to say the things I say and many another is not. That’s obviously true up to this point concerning me and I wouldn’t want to speculate on others. I’m not here to argue about why people do and do not say the things they do. I’m just here to ask the reader what they think it means. I know what I think it means, as far as I can know anything.

To this point, so many writers and activists are part of the controlled opposition that it’s hard to know who isn’t. There are only a few reasons for not telling the unvarnished truth, if you are one of those people who pass yourself off as intelligent, compassionate and informed. Self interest is one reason. Complicity is another reason and the presence of some kind of agenda that flows back into either of the two preceding reasons is another. We can’t accept stupidity or denial as a reason because none of those who present themselves as truth tellers would accept either of those in any case.

In the early 1930’s, American Jews declared war on Germany because Germany was taking back the assets they and their international fellows had stolen in the period between the two wars, which they were major financiers of. The Red Cross was permitted to visit the concentration camps in Germany, even though The Zionists wanted no aid to reach those incarcerated. In Soviet Russia, under the control of The Cheka, The Red Cross was not allowed into the camps. The Red Cross and other agencies all agree that something like 110-120,000 prisoners were liberated from the camps. Presently, Israel claims over a million horrorcoast survivors exist, though the number is sometimes even higher, depending on who is doing the lying.

We now know that the majority of so called anti-Semitic acts are carried out by Zionist agencies. We know it’s a club of intimidation, to be used against anyone who gets in the way of their psychopathic machine and its red-eyed international harvesting, combine with the blood stained teeth, also known as The Central Banks. Israel does not have a right to exist; only Palestine has that right and that is being denied to them. There is no Israel. It’s a marketing device for world plunder and manufactured and managed chaos abroad.

I don’t give a damn about the endless litany of those who know no more than I do that the Mason’s control them, or that The Illuminati control the Masons, or that some truly secret and nameless cabal controls them. I know the faces I see and the names I hear and the acts I witness and what the evidence shows. That is what I know and only for as long as I am allowed to know it or it turns into something else.

Nothing I say here is going to mean anything in terms of what is coming and which is long overdue from my limited perspective. It’s coming and it’s going to happen and a lot of it is going to be a grim business indeed. Those who have profited upon the misery of the peoples of this world are going to get their due and their numbers too. I don’t care how many governments they control or have compromised and Israel is going to be destroyed because it is anathema and a pestilence upon the world community and it’s ordained. It will come to pass and I won’t give it a thought, I’ll just look ahead to the world to come, for whatever time I have to remain in it, because I’m headed somewhere else as far as I’m concerned and that is all there is to that.

In the moments now leading up to the inevitable, due to the unmoving and indifferent, the hammer of temporal authority is coming down all over the place (I’ll address a personal anecdote in this regard in the comments section later today, when I’m in the mood to write it). If one didn’t know better- and this is one of the few things I do know- one would think there was no hope and it’s just going to get worse and worse until we are shown just how bad it can get.

Obviously, the bully of the Middle East intends to do something awful soon. They don’t want the rightful inhabitants of the land they stole it from, declaring their right to be recognized. They don’t want the possibilities that will emerge from this to be made possible. They certainly don’t want to grant them the original borders which are themselves just another example of earlier theft. They don’t want to share their Wal-Mart Jerusalem either. The truth is they want to destroy them and drive the rest into exile, until not a single Palestinian remains. They want to destroy Lebanon, as they’ve shown in the past and Syria, Libya, Egypt and Iraq and Afghanistan, which they already have ZATO employed at in wars they manufactured after THEY DID 9/11. Whatever you hear them accusing others of is what they are engaged in.

The anniversary of Sabra and Shatila is here. This is when hundreds of men, women and children of Palestinian extraction were murdered by proxy, in Lebanon, under the orders of The Sleeping Sharon and his vampire overlords, who institute these horrors on every possible day, as they have since they first got into the business. This next ten days should prove interesting.

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Soundclick.com, where I hosted my music for the last eight years just closed two of my accounts for no reason but I suspect it was because of the 9/11 album. They gave me an absurd reason that has no relation to anything real. Then they closed my main account without warning, reason or explanation. This is what I was going to put in the comments section but let me get it out of the way now. So it goes.

9/11 and The Big Smoke and Lie Machine.

2011-09-10T12:18:00.005+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

I’ve been told that tomorrow is an important anniversary for a significant event. People have asked me if I didn’t want to do something special tomorrow in memory of it. I know that in America, The Big Lie Machine is being trotted out to celebrate the events of 9/11. The Big Smoke and Lie Machine has been running at full power for some days. It’s operating in tandem with the world’s biggest rotating disco ball that spins and generates the flashing, multicolored, illusions that are synchronized with the pounding bass and drumbeat, which is the official soundtrack that accompanies the flow of the First Matter, as it passes through the aqueducts of The Cloaca Maximus and then into the factories and foundries, where all the ideas, information, infrastructure and objects of this perverted world, are stamped out or constructed for the comprehensive confinement of our consciousness, in a world of denatured, lemon fresh shit.

The Big Smoke and Lie Machine may seem like just the catchall name for various, industrial kitchen units that are in existence the world over but those are just satellite extensions of one massive, central apparatus which, like The Cloaca Maximus and the disco ball, are connected by pipes, cables and transmitting dishes that make sure the shit gets distributed evenly across the globe, as if it were a seed spreader larger than the biggest harvester or cotton gin the world has ever seen.

An army of politicians; technicians, policemen, big hair preachers, pedophiles, cretins and criminals of all capacities and persuasions are employed 24/7 to keep this tripod, lie machine, cloaca and disco ball, pumping, flowing and spinning to the soundtrack that keeps the bitches and ho’s dancing and humping to the international anthem of Hell’s unfinished symphony, performed in English Major or Asia Minor, with a sympathetic vibrating G string that hides the promise of paradise beneath the billboard light. You can think about it in public and touch yourself in private but you can’t do both at the same time.

Domesticated dogs, wild wolves and hungry red-eyed rats are howling and chittering to the higher octaves that nothing formerly human can hear. They’re waiting for the carnage in the aftermath when there are too many bodies to bury or burn.

Yes, I’ve been told this is a solemn and signature day, demanding moments of silence and forced hypocritical gravitas, as we honor not only the fallen but every former freedom that followed them down. I can’t imagine where the moment of silence is going to come from with the steaming, screaming tripod, red lining the tachometer, as the wheezing, asthmatic car of our collective futures hums on the concrete blocks, going nowhere.

I’ve considered walking outside my front door and pissing into the foliage as some kind of personal statement. I’ve given the occasional moment of thought to some token act of engagement in the world wider, robot reflex of automatons, doing the John Philip Souza down the dangerous length of Anytown, Main Street or Commercial Street, while the relentless pressure of the times, sends hundreds of those with nothing left to lose into a postal frenzy upon everyone and everything in reach. A symbolic pissing on this particular magnesium flare is going to accomplish nothing good and I’m not in the mood to commemorate ignorance, stupidity and denial in any case.

I’ll take this moment to say that Israel did 9/11, with the assistance of well placed and important puppets who dance on the strings of international bankers. I’ll take this moment to point out that while marching through Libya, while caught in the currents between Scylla and Charybdis, or Turkey and Israel, if you prefer and while far more important dates approach, it is essential to remember that you usually get where you are headed unless you die on the way.

I take this moment and a few moments tomorrow to mourn the loss of human courage and integrity on the altars of materialism, appetite and fear. I’ll say a prayer for the bitches and ho’s and one for the pimps as well because the latter will become the former in what will seem like no time at all. It’s a cycling endlessness of role switching abuse that punctuates the centuries with suffering and futility. It’s a Sisyphean redundancy of adamantine fools, lashing legions of oxen, pulling the heavy and pointless up an impossibly slippery hill. My sympathies lie with the oxen.

I recommend to every witness and observer of the pompous and bloviating spectacle of weeping crocodiles and ostrich ass bandits that they cry bullshit after every sentence and significant, meaningful pause. I recommend a world wide flash mob of mooners, attended by cellphone camera operatives, with a Youtube hookup. I recommend scorn and ridicule. I recommend revolutionary action of comic performance and ingenious satire. I recommend contempt and indifference from the bullhorn of conscience, in every public and private venue. I recommend a moment of silence absent, as the entire world cries “bullshit” at high noon tomorrow. I recommend a hundred million, middle fingers raised in a salute to our leaders and prison wardens the world over. I recommend monkey wrench business of the most sarcastic and sardonic kind.

We hold this truth to be self evident that Israel attacked the United States on 9/11 and blamed it on the Muslim world. We hold it to be self evident that Israel is not a nation but a collection of banker gangsters who stole a land with people, for a people with no central criminal base, for the purpose of ritualized religious genocide, while seeking to economically enslave the entire world and then plunge it into a holocaust of war based on the recovered false memory of brain washed populations, who saw the movie and bought the t-shirt. If it is not self evident then your self is in hiding from the fear of oppression, slander and loss, which are an inevitable certainty as a result. We hold it self evident that when it is not self evident it will, sooner or later, become evident in the most unpleasant possible way.

Yes, beat the drums, strike up the band and weep on command. Open your ears and close your minds, nod your heads like a fluffer, felating the ones who must be made hard enough to rape and kill your friends and families on camera, while you watch. It wouldn’t surprise me if you got hard and wet in the performance of it. You are nothing more than a controlled reflex but you might wake up. You might wake up today and you might wake up tomorrow, in wonder at the confinements of your pen and the salubrious atmosphere of the sty. You may find yourself speaking in a foreign language, no longer grunting and squealing and running around on all fours. You may not understand the meaning of what is being said in your own voice. It has been such a long time since it has been in use. You may not comprehend the emotions of your heart and the thoughts moving in your mind may seem like an alien landscape but you have the promise of adjustment and accommodation to, soon enough, make it seem like you have been this way forever and that should be enough to make your forget your awakening once more, as appetite and deception begin to act upon you once again.

Those whose purpose is to deceive and abuse us are losing their grip. You can thank the cosmos for that. You had no part in it but you can have a part in it now. The devil that torments and confuses you cannot stand to be ridiculed and laughed at. It robs him of his power. For as long as you take him seriously, he is a serious player. When you no longer take him seriously, he is an impotent clown, someone to be pelted with rotting fruits and vegetables, tarred and feathered and ridden out of town... on a rail.

Maybe you will awaken and maybe you will be brought to awakening but awaken you shall. The wand has been raised and the command has been made and now there is nothing more remaining but that the power must precipitate down, into the place where soon enough either surprise, wonder or lasting shame will make an appearance upon your face.

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There will be a radio show Sunday night. See the link in the masthead at the top of the page.

♫ Have I got it Right? Talking 9/11 Blues ♫

The End of the Road in the Rear View Mirror.

2011-09-08T13:58:00.003+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses lead you into green pastures beyond the end of the road'.

The end of the road lies somewhere down the road; you never know where that is or when you’re going to get there but you do know when you arrive. Things may change in front of you and there may be nothing more in front of you but the significator will definitely be in the rear view mirror. Through the windshield you may note abandoned houses, broken toilets and grazing cows. It might be a frozen lava flow and that’s never good news, given the smoke in the distance, whose location can’t be fixed. It could be white sands. It could be black sands and it could be red sands. It could be Tom Cruise running down the road in Vanilla Skies. It could be anything. It’s what’s happening in the rear view mirror that counts.

The first time you notice that you are getting close to the end of the road is when you look in your rear view mirror and see that there is no longer a road behind you. What that means is you can’t turn around any longer. You probably didn’t notice when the road disappeared, no one ever does. What you notice is that all of the things you are seeing in your windshield are now in your rear view mirror too. Sometimes the side windows are fogged with mist and you can’t see anything at all. Sometimes it’s smoke, as if you were driving through a brush fire and sometimes you can see out of the side windows but it’s more of what now is showing in the rear view mirrors and through the dashboard.

Usually when you are getting near the end of the road you begin to think you hear music playing somewhere. It’s not coming from the radio or CD player because that is never on when you are getting close to the end of the road. Maybe you turned it off shortly before or maybe it just stopped playing on its own. This is something you can’t remember, no matter how hard you may try. It does sound like music is playing somewhere and you finally figure out that it’s playing in your head. In many cases you can intuit what the end of the road is going to look like because of the soundtrack and this is the point where a lot of people look into the rear view mirror and notice that the road is gone.

You don’t need food anymore and there isn’t any sex at the end of the road, so that takes care of two of the major distractions of your life up to that point. For some there is an awful hunger and longing that is very much like what used to present itself, when one of these two things was on the Future Exit Menu but you know it isn’t either of these things, it’s for something else that went missing at the same time the road disappeared from your rear view mirror.

In many cases the end of the road has that late night Greyhound bus station vibe. There’s weariness and low level anxiety. There’s the distinct impression that the end of the road and the highway that took you there are still visible but only inside your head and the bus station effect makes the images return again and again like a runaway Rolodex. The Rolodex makes you think of all the people and opportunities that were going past the side windows on your way to the end of the road. This adds a haunting ache to the whole diorama of empty houses and grazing cows. In some instances and especially these days, the cows are not grazing. Even though you’ve never been to the end of the road and even though you may have been to the end of the road many, many times but just can’t remember from one time to the next, somehow you know there should have been cows grazing there, the same way you know that something terrible happened to the cows but you can’t see them at the moment. You know that whatever happened to the cows has something to do with you and you’re pretty thankful for the spinning Rolodex, although the low level anxiety has definitely increased since you noticed the cows were missing.

Now that you’re at the end of the road, you’re getting these flashes that you had noticed the road was changing behind you but you just didn’t register it at the time. It seems now that the road had changed from macadam to gravel and then to a dirt track. You’re not entirely sure about this but you can’t shake the sensation of actually having seen it happen. Along with this you’re getting other flashes and sensations about all sorts of things from the past that happened but you didn’t notice them at the time. You are only noticing it now. Some of these things seem like they were major events and screaming possibilities of all kinds but when they occurred they were very much diminished and more like distractions when, in fact, they were life changing experiences that didn’t happen.

You’ve got a lot of time to think now, in some cases and in other cases there is the pressing sense that you have no time at all and thinking about anything isn’t going to do any good. Some of you are probably going to explore some of the abandoned buildings in that case and maybe sit down on one of the busted toilets and have a cigarette and a beer but the cooler is gone from the car and you can’t find your tobacco. In all cases you realize that this isn’t what you wanted, it only felt like it was. It doesn’t seem all that strange to you that so many things are missing or that you are missing something you can’t identify because part of you knows all about it but the connection is bad.

Maybe you’ve gotten out of the car by now and it’s certainly cooler or warmer than you expected. The sun is behind the clouds and it feels like it shouldn’t be as warm as it is, or the sun is shining but it’s so much cooler than it should be. The thing you notice the most as you get out of the car is not the climate but the sounds inside your head. It isn’t music anymore and you realize now that it wasn’t music before either. It’s the rise and fall of a great number of voices. It’s like being in a quiet park somewhere in the middle of a large urban complex, when the wind will bring a sweep of sounds to your ear and then carry them away as it shifts in another direction, however, there isn’t any wind blowing at the end of the road. You can’t make out what any of the voices are saying but they are definitely saying something. You can feel the emotional impact that they contain but no matter how hard you try you can’t make out what they are saying.

Once you go into one of the houses you are hit with a wave of nostalgia, as if you’d been there before but you’re pretty sure that’s not the case. Still... everything is a lot more familiar than it should be and surprisingly, the inside of the houses are not abandoned at all. True, there are no other people but it looks like there were others here only a moment before. The inside of the house is as vibrant and animated as the containing walls and various objects could be. It’s the exact opposite of the outside appearances.

You haven’t been there very long. You don’t think so anyway but you do realize that you no longer have any sense of time and it’s altogether possible that you have now been there a lot longer than you think. A lot of what happens after this depends on what part of the end of the road you wound up in. You’ll have a good sense of what to expect from the unexpected by how you feel. Some of you will be feeling better than you would imagine given your surroundings and you sense that it has everything to do with being at the end of the road and the fact that with the road gone, everything that might have troubled you is also gone. In other cases, the road being gone is a terrifying concept but you haven’t got a clue as to what to do about it.

One thing eventually dawns on everyone at the end of the road and that’s that they aren’t feeling any different than they were feeling when they were back on the highway, before the gravel and the dirt track, it’s just amplified now. All kinds of things that were competing for the attention, or in place to distract the attention have been removed. The rise and fall of the voices has a hyper reality to it. It seems inexplicable that you wouldn’t be able to tell what they were saying, even though you know what they are saying and just can’t make the connection to the part of yourself that understands them.

You realize that you’ve been at the end of the road for awhile but the environment only just caught up with you now. It’s amazing how quickly it happened. It’s like it happened so very fast that the first time you saw it was in the rearview mirror and yet, it took a great deal of time. It seems like one should get to the end of the road well before they get to the end of the road and they might never have reached the end of the road at all. Of course, where one road ends another road is sure to begin, even if it is not a highway like the last one you were on.

I’m reminded of my enduring motto at this point, “Leave good footprints”. Those of us leaving good footprints are the very same people who found out what happens when you don’t and took it to heart. It’s got everything to do with the end of the road and the beginning of whatever follows that. I think it was Bilbo who mentioned what can happen when you step out of your door and into the road; how the road can sweep you up and take you anywhere, even to the gates of Mordor.

End Transmission.......

♫ Everyday ♫

Heroes, Losers and Window Shopping Troglodytes.

2011-09-04T10:56:00.005+02:00

I could have first written a short book called “Visible for Dummies” before I started doing all of this but I was too busy and I assumed too much; if you don’t know what a term or a reference means, by all means, look it up. That’s why god gave you search engines and doesn’t want you to use me as your research assistant. I know everyone wants to screw the cute librarian with the glasses. You should be informed, I’ve got all that kind of attention already and I live with the librarian and her sister likes me to. However, if it is that important, take a number and the butcher will be with you shortly. How would you like those hog nostrils sliced; real thin so they look like pepperoni on the pizza? Be patient, one our operators will contact you shortly.

People who actually like coming here know I will get to my point soon enough, or I might just take a lot of time; you never know. I introduced Lord Buckley into the mix yesterday and if you missed it there, because you didn’t find me in ‘all the usual places’, given that some of the usual places need to grant space for their consort and the religious music they offer, while reflexively dismissing anything spiritual by anyone else.... Oops, I’ve confused spirituality with religion again, never mind.

Anyway, I introduced Lord Buckley, who is not to be confused with William Buckley, who used to talk like his mouth was full of water, while he was seeding the fields of blood; much like the Kristol’s now do, or Buckley Cough Syrup; “tastes terrible but works great”... and Lord Buckley has had a great impact on me personally, as has Omar Khayyam and Lord Krishna, Shiva and a Buddha or two.

I learned yesterday that Lord Buckley used to go on stage and encourage the women in the audience to bring their mink coats to the stage and then he would set them on fire. Now who used to wear mink coats all the time, or should I go down to Miami Beach forty years ago in the summer or do you get the picture? Apparently Al Capone approved of what he did but Al was in competition with a larger crime syndicate, so we can appreciate why he would have that sentiment but we don’t want to talk about who his rivals were. As I heard the tale, Lord Buckley died in the gutter, though the word is that he was killed by the mob; which mob? Maybe that’s why Groucho treated him like shit. Well, for those who don’t know the man, go to Visible Origami for a small taste in the links and let me give you one I didn’t include that attends to the conquistadores; maybe the text is a better thing at this point.

This is not about Lord Buckley but more about all of us that have wailed backstage because the stage has been controlled by those who demand an open mouthed and kneeling fealty from the performers and some of us won’t put up with this. Some of us burn their mink coats on stage and some of us create our own stage but any of us that are honorable and have some shred of integrity remaining, improvise somehow to get our message out to those who tend to tear us to pieces instead of hanging their leaders and the propaganda skunks, who make the joint smell like the world needs to take a shower and then get run over by the tractor trailer of the divine, as they sit in the middle of the highway licking their fur.

I’m going to be honest here, which might be a stretch for me. I have often toned down my real message because a website I really liked didn’t like me talking about God; those days are over. I don’t care who does or does not link me anymore. If I can’t be myself then the whole point of doing this in the first place is a big waste of time and I’ve done enough of that already.

I don’t care if a plane or a missile hit The Pentagon. All I care about is who did it, not how they did it. Unlike the estimable doctors of one science or another, who write endless books about shit that any fool ought to already question from the get go, I already know it’s bullshit and I don’t mind calling it by its rightful name. I got on a train and traveled for a full day to get to Luzerne to speak to a group of Swiss and curious attended by press and the rest who came to hear Dr. Griffin and Niels Harrit go on and on and on and on about the kind of thing that only the Swiss will sit still for because they live in the country that hides the money until they need it to make another war.

I’ll admit that I got impatient after a couple of hours and I will admit that I had not much to do but smoke extraordinarily strong pot and drink beer and talk to the people outside who had enough sense not to sit through the show. So I told the promoter to put me on because I could tell that no one was really getting anything because it was just going on and on and on and on and on and on and on. The promoter is and was a very cool guy and he did put me on next and I knew what I could say and couldn’t say, up to a point so... what could I do, I did my best Lord Buckley and maybe you want to go and read “Visible for Dummies” at this point but without saying it, I said it and when I left the stage after taking only about ten minutes, a good portion of the audience followed me outside and stayed there until the promoter had to come back out and encourage them to go back in so that they could hear two more hours about intricate shit that was designed to put their minds to sleep and succeeded.

The next morning when I awoke from my troubled sleep, I did my best to avoid the good doctors at the complimentary breakfast buffet but I had left something in my hotel room. That meant I had to traverse across the space where they could see me pass because I had already been waiting a good time to get away and just as my streetcar, on a given Sunday- with reduced traffic; given that it was a Sunday, arrived, I remembered what I had forgotten and wound up having that undesirable brunch with them.

If what it takes to tell the truth involves having to have breakfast with people who don’t like me cause I stole their thunder in a small town that I can’t even remember the name of, so be it. If my taking a slow train fifteen hundred miles back and forth over the period of three days is not enough to show the lengths I am willing to go to and get no compensation, where I am sure the doctors got theirs, then maybe I’m not trying hard enough and maybe I’m wrong and maybe I don’t deserve anything anyway but... I know what boredom is like and I find it intolerable. I find writing endless books about HOW something happened is intolerable too. I find arguing about whether it was a plane or a missile intolerable because all I give a shit about is who did it. I don’t care what their mechanisms were; that’s for the people who make money off of it by their tedious books and lecture tours that make Bob Dylan’s present 365 days a year tour look like he was living and working in France... and he’s been touring non stop for a long time and not having much effect on anything anymore, just like the good doctors because none of these fucks addresses the root problem which is WHO DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don’t care how they did it and I don’t care about all the convoluted frottage crap that people get into, I care who did it. The producer of the event took me aside afterwards and he told me that we can’t talk about that here and, you know what? I didn’t even say it out of respect for him in the first place but I’m a performer. I know how to get my point across without actually saying it. I say it here because I own here. If I can’t say it in your space then don’t invite me and if you have a financial angle with me, don’t visit or importune me because I don’t need you and I never have. The day I can’t be heard, because I am dependent on small change aficionados, is the day I tie my feet together and tie my hands behind my back and then hang myself and I can be a suicide just like the real thing, all it takes is 12 Chinese acrobats and a whole lot of people who whore for money or sell their asses for the thrill of fear and I am good to go.

I like Lord Buckley and I like Colonel Khadaffi and I like Russia and I definitely like Vladimir Putin or anyone who is, more or less-as politician’s go- behaving themselves at home and not terrorizing the landscape. This is pretty much the world today. If they are not killing you by proxy, as the cowards they are, they are boring you to death or apologizing for not letting you have a forum because we don’t say these things here.

You know what? If you can’t print or allow all that I do, then don’t print any of it. You know what? If you have to pass the hat to print my books, I can electronically print them with NO ONE”S HELP but the one I have relied on all my life. Believe me, I have never relied on any of you and I am not going to change now. My life is between me and GOD and now that I don’t care if a certain website prints my work anymore, I’m not ashamed to say it; I’ve never been ashamed of that but I am done mincing my words. You like mince? Go bake yourself a mince pie for all the thanksgiving you have none left of to celebrate. You get back to me when November arrives.

End Transmission.

I’m celebrating other people now.

Shit and Shinola on the Banks of the River of Darkness.

2011-08-31T13:55:00.007+02:00

We are on the verge of serious moments and I feel compelled to go more frequently to the blogs with the highest number of visitors. Please forgive my absence from Origami; I will go there in this next round, which includes Dick Cheney in Profiles in Evil. If you need Origami, there are over four hundred posts there and most of you cannot have read all of them (grin).

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

The Israeli press machine is in full slander mode, telling the same lies they told before about the people of Gaza and everyone else that they wish to exterminate and that is exactly what they intend. They’re saying that the Khadaffi loyalists were tying children on to their tanks as a defense. That’s bullshit, just as it has been everywhere else. It is the Israelis who use others as shields because they have no conscience. Furthermore, ZATO will bomb those tanks no matter who is strapped to them, including their own mothers.

I’ve got a burning question; what is all this uproar about ZATO turning the country of Libya over to Al Qaeda? Have we forgotten that top level CIA operatives have admitted that Al Qaeda doesn’t exist, except as a boogeyman to frighten those with the mind of a child? So where does this Al Qaeda come from? Has Israel and The Crown Colonies suited up everyone they could find in an Al Qaeda costume, complete with a operation’s handbook, banners and flags; “We be Al Qaeda”? The alternative press is filled with references to Al Qaeda now. Is there an Al Qaeda or not? Were they forced to invent it? Can I see a picture of Al Qaeda fighters from the combat zones?

Now we are seeing what was expected all along from the murder of Libya by international bankers. The tribal factions are on the verge of turning on each other for their share of the swag. They are uniformly opposed to the civilian Chalabi clones having tea and cakes in some distant Arab resort, far from the conflict, where they are engaged in carving up the country, according to the international banker and corporate template. Everybody wants to be in charge and that means big betrayals are on the horizon and that means more blood soaked sands, courtesy of Murder Incorporated.

Someone wrote me yesterday to tell me that Khadaffi isn’t even a dictator. Here is what he had to say,

“The same ones that produced the holocaust lie have used the same technique to connect the words "Ghaddafi" and "brutal dictator" to be inseparable.

Actually Gaddafi is not even a dictator - he turned power over to the people in 1977 using local committees as described in his Green Book, which blew my mind when I read it. Everyone who has dug deeper into the man seems to be incredulous at the disparity between the popular opinion and actual reality.

He is a great man loved by 90% of Libyans. There was a rally for him in Tripoli on July 1 that China estimated at 1.7 million (95% of the city population) with a flag 6 km long, both world records; and no coverage at all. It boggles the mind.”

If this is true then it is just another indication of how little I know but it does make everything else I said about him at Petri Dish more spot on than I was sure about at the time. It’s just how it felt to me.

Here is something that all of us should read and absorb. These are the foul killers of life and harmony on this planet. All members of the human family should hold these terrible beasts in scorn and contempt. The enemies of humanity should be named and proclaimed from bridges and buildings around the world. Write their names in every public place. Speak of them whenever you speak in any public forum. Let them become known to the wider world as the heinous killers of their fellows for personal profit. I implore the cosmos to set them on fire in their shoes; a spontaneous combustion, in celebration of the coming liberty of a new age, devoid of the soulless, killer reptiles, who now perform their cold blooded psychopathy upon each and every one of us.

Our greatest enemy is our own cowardice, ignorance and greed; too many of us want to sit at the same table with these brigands, too many of us want to frolic in the spotlights like performing seals, too many of us don’t know shit from Shinola and we couldn’t be more proud of the fact, too many of us want to work on the banks of the tributaries of the river of darkness that flows from the dreadful vacancy, where the souls of these misanthropes once resided. Nothing is more dangerous to ourselves and our fellows than the terrible self deceptions we embrace in defense of our survival, when our very lives are no more than timed cassettes in the cosmic tape player. Most of us have had it backwards since we learned to walk. Nearly all of us were telepathically invaded by bad parents and corrupt systems that turned us into drones and canon fodder.

Rebellion is an internal affair. First you must rebel against your own shortcomings that compromise you as a daily affair. First you must conquer yourself. Once that act is accomplished, there is no need to proclaim it, your very example will shine and lead without having to say a thing. We are the primary enemy of ourselves, all other enemies are secondary extensions of this and possess power for only as long as we grant it to them, in our unfortunate obeisance’s, through the medium of our drawbacks. True courage, like true strength is more an act of restraint than anything else.

As the Bhagavad-Gita tells in all of its ancient and enduring clarity, we are at war and always have been but we mistake the nature and composition of our enemies. Our enemies are within. The Bible and all of the other texts that are bent out of shape, at the hands of those seeking to manipulate us, through mindless fundamentalism, are all filled with similar references. The references are deadly accurate; our comprehension of them is not. As I have mentioned at other times, jihad is a spontaneous war against our internal limiters, who are birthed from personal darkness. Once that has been completed the war is won on every other plane.

Job one is our deluded false self. Job two is the automatic submission of all other things false and temporary, in every part of this deceptive world, whose very deception is no more than an extension of the primary deception within. The shadows that we fear are a fantastic enlargement of something much smaller. How many times have we startled at the appearance of a shadow that revealed itself as being cast by a friend? We have no real enemy but ourselves so long as we are susceptible to the tremors of the encircling web. True vision cuts this web like a knife. There is no need for action. The seeing is the ticket.

The plotters and bloodsuckers are marching to the grand dénouement. Like every other final game that has preceded it, the dice are loaded and the result is the same. No one ever takes over the world. The world is a living vessel that retreats at the mere approach of the profane. Lao Tzu said it all, in the simplest way, with all attendant brevity. Civilizations rise and fall; so do politicians, bankers and all of the rest. They blow up like dirigibles in their self importance and are then engulfed in the flames of retribution.

When the greater awakening descends upon the masses, it will be bringing a clarity that will compel the seemingly mighty to tremble wherever they are. Some number will simply kill themselves. It is the nature of the beast. We are going to witness and experience things that might seem fantastic at this juncture and to each, the level of awareness and return will be consonant with their efforts upon their own being, in tandem with whatever other efforts have been made in respect of them. I’m not telling you anything new. It’s all happened before and the record of these events expunged by those who profit from the absence of historical reference. The burning of the library at Alexandria was about this. The falsification of history, by those employed at it, has all been about the control of the masses and the systems that oppress them.

Since there has never been any time but now, now must be the time. Let’s see what sort of effort we are capable of and how much fear and trembling we can take.

End Transmission.......

♫ Persephone ♫

Mea Culpa, Deus Ex Vomitus.

2011-08-28T13:18:00.005+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

Sometimes I wish I were one of my dogs. They have it good. Nothing is required of them and they are as happy as dogs can be, given that they are all damaged subjects because they were picked up from the streets or out of pounds and you can see that now and again. It’s not something that goes away soon. It lingers in the back of their memories of events and certain things will trigger a return to the awful paranoia of being alone on the streets at the mercy of strangers, without a master to love and protect because that is all they want. In Italy, people will bring a dog down on their vacation, for guard duty, or to play with their children and when summer is over they will just put it out of the car on their way back to wherever they live their meaningless, thoughtless lives. Dogs and all other living creatures feel things. They have memories and they live with what they are where they are as best they can. Every single thing we do is recorded, make no mistake about that. If no one else sees, we see and we convict ourselves. That’s how the cosmos works.

I’m damaged, just like my dogs. I’ve been down so many miles of bad highway that I can’t remember the miles. To quote my favorite artist, Lord Buckley, “I didn’t get all these miles on my face in one lifetime”. Neither did I.

Here's a real hero.

People take strong objection to some of the things I say and they are always anonymous. That’s a freedom that the internet has given us and maybe that’s a good thing because so many of us are pissed off and powerless. So we like to trot out our swords, under a cloak of invisibility in order to get it off of our chests. That doesn’t make us any kind of hero because hiding from the reaction to what we say and do brands us as cowards. Every single thing we do is recorded, make no mistake about that.

The events of my life, what parts I have shared here, would seem fantastic and possibly the product of a fevered imagination but unfortunately for the critics and skeptics, there were witnesses nearly all of the time. I’ve danced with powerful demons in the desert and spoken with emissaries of the one and only. I’ve been in prisons where your ass was worth the price of whatever trouble someone wanted to take to get it and I walked through it unscathed. One prison I was in was 90% black. You do the math. I got locked up each and every time because I ran my mouth about the governments and religions and every time they insinuated someone into my circle, so that they could orchestrate the necessary scenario, in order to make me fall under the hooves of their corrupt system. This is all a matter of public record and in the last case I proved it in the courtroom and walked out free. That had never been done there before and hasn’t since. Following that event, every case that came up there tried a version of my defense, some of them had a lot of money but it did no good.

There was a Buddhist Rimpoche. I can’t remember his name now. This was back in the 70’s. He used to do some crazy things. One time he walked into a biker bar and went to shoot pool. He was loud and obnoxious. He tore the felt with his cue stick. He was as provocative as he could be and no one did anything. The people with him were freaking but that’s just fear. I used to go into bars like that, though I never tore the felt. I take pool seriously. My friends would often quickly leave and wait outside because it could get very intense. I used to go into the parks in Hawaii and ask some of the locals to spar with me. I took a few hits here and there but after awhile I was left alone and treated with respect.

Why am I telling you this? For one thing, I didn’t leave the US because I was afraid of anyone or anything. I left because I was no longer in a position to do any good and I would be locked up now if I hadn’t. I’m telling you this because the amount of courage required doing something should be measured against one’s good sense in terms of practicality. I’m also mentioning these things because if I hadn’t been willing to toss it into the wind at every moment it wouldn’t have worked out like it did.

I lost everything I had over and over. I walked away sometimes when success on temporal terms was right there. Sometimes it was taken from me. Sometimes a friend fell ill and I closed down whatever I was doing to be there. I never had a life in the way other people imagine that to be. It’s only in the last ten years that I have had any measure of stability and peace and I earned it. My name is Les Visible and my location is no secret but good luck actually finding me or even setting out looking if you’re not supposed to.

It should be obvious that I do not wish harm to the people of the United States or any other Crown Colony. I do wish them awakening and whatever it takes to effect that I am 100% behind. If they have to be knocked to their knees and rocked with calamity, so be it, if they will only wake up. I have any number of limp wristed, spiritual dilettantes that come around telling me that I should just love all and express compassion and think beautiful thoughts and I could lead you all down the garden path like any number of other clowns dressed up in white and charging 50 bucks at the door for useless information that will only get you killed further down the road.

You know what I see? I see dead people, like the boy in The Sixth Sense. That’s what I see. I look at people and I see them young and old and on their way out. The body is a coffin but it doesn’t have to be and that’s what those of little courage and lacking the necessary sense of drive and sacrifice do not see. Be you in a miserable hovel or a palace grand, death is coming to claim you because in your life you have practiced the rites of death instead of the rites of life. You read the books of dead people and figure that the mystery that you aren’t getting is some kind of a lack of insight on your part. You admire heroes with feet of clay. You accept totally bogus history, fabricated by your actual masters. Those seeking six million are going to get their six million in spades. You put the blame everywhere but on the ones responsible because you don’t want to offend anyone and never realize they set it up that way to begin with. You kill each other in your frustration and rage and never tumble to the thought that if you really have to kill someone you ought to make it count.

Many times here, I have counseled you to step away from the machine. It cannot function without the oil of your blood in the gears. You are walking on the tracks of your tears. All of that is about to change and whether you step up to the plate or prefer to jack yourself off in the batter’s box is inconsequential. It’s going to happen and it is happening now. You’ve only seen the prelude to an irresistible state of change. It’s all for your own good. I’ve got nothing against western culture, or eastern culture or any culture unless that culture is a culture of death.

Look at your leaders. Can anyone imagine a greater collection of psychopathic hypocrites and cowards? They did it for money and position on their way to the grave and worse. I’m a very, very lucky guy because I gave it all and I will never stop doing so. The one thing the cosmos appreciates is usefulness. To be useful is the signal condition in which blessings descend and I know what I am talking about here. You could change your life in a heartbeat today if you would just be useful. There’s a bumper sticker that I love which says, “Commit random acts of kindness”.

I’ve had flying saucers land in front of me. I’ve seen direct presentations of the Hindu gods and Buddha’s appear. I’ve walked into places of darkness and light that defy description and it was only made possible because I had nothing left to lose. Think about that the next time you go shopping without actually having a reason. Fonzie used to be able to hit the jukebox and make it play. I remember Ritchie asking him about how he could get away with things that he could not. How come the bad guys would back off? Fonzie said, “There had to have been a time when you did do it”.

How dark does it have to get before you do the right thing? How fucked up does your situations have to be before you rise to the call and don’t tell me you can’t hear it. You are very, very lucky too. You have the opportunity to change your life and all you have to do is step away from the machine. The machine cannot move unless you power it. CEO’s and major dickheads of every description can manipulate and cogitate and perambulate all over the map but they can’t storm the castle or burn the town unless you are carrying the torches. They cannot kill except with your hands.

Show them your contempt. Show then that you will not work on Maggie’s Farm no more. Show them that you will not be herded or led. Show them the door. They will collapse upon themselves as soon as your faith in them is withdrawn. You are what is keeping the matrix alive. The moment you go away, they start to burn and it is only the tenuous link of your belief in them that keeps them from the fire. Step away from the machine.

End Transmission.......

Radio show tonight, go to the top of the page and check out the time. The location is already there (grin)/.

No song today, just hum a few bars of whatever you like. Oh, what the heck, my favorite artist of all time, play it loud. And, of course, if I am feeling down, I listen to this

The Tree of Stupidity and the Fall of Empire.

2011-08-24T13:33:00.009+02:00

Apologies for no Visible Origami today. It will appear tomorrow.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

The Earth shook the reactor in Virginia, where it had been placed on a fault line. It rolled into Washington D.C. and cracked the top of the Washington Monument and then broke the spires at National Cathedral. It shook The Capital and The Pentagon. It rippled like a creature from Tremors into NYC, where it undulated under the floor of The Stock Exchange and then traveled up the coast to say hello to Bwak! ...Obama at the Howdy Doody complex on Martha’s Vineyard. Martha’s bones rattled between the apple tree's roots, something there wondered if the resurrection was at hand.

There’s not one word of portent or meaning in the mix. It’s just business as usual, while the signs and wonders go about their business without any notice because they’re not listed on the Rupert Murdock owned, Dow Jones Index.

Fukushima is a massive disaster area bringing slow death in the millions to the Japanese, as it rides the winds up high that circle the Earth, just as Cliff High’s predictions indicated they would. The Macondo Well is leaking again, as vampire oil lords battle for the resources of Libya. ZATO wants to steal Gaddafi’s gold, while they bomb and destroy the magical waterworks he brought to his country. These are the Gog armies of Satanic, King Rothschild for whom there can be no independent currency. The face of The Beast must officially look out from the money in the hands of the enslaved. The Four Horsemen have left the paddocks.

Meanwhile a hurricane approaches The East Coast. One can only hope that the greatest area of force will be Martha’s Vineyard; that the cosmos will send a message and that Howdy Doody will be picked from a floating piece of timber, sans retainers and flunkies and all that formerly attended him. For as long as all these ‘dead zombies walking’ continue to dance on the banker’s strings, there will be no recognition or epiphany. As soon as Stepin Fetchit is back on dry land, he’ll be dancing once again to the fire fiddles of the damned.

Nothing moves these creatures. They have only maps of destruction and do not know what to measure or restrain. They are blind and brutal and cannot be stopped until the power gets rerouted or goes off.

The Christian fundies dance and sing, while their plaster of Paris Jesus is on the wing. He came off the dashboard of a Caterpillar D-8 that was tearing up the mountains so he’s just a little late. He couldn’t pave over The Lake of Fire because of all the mansions on the shore for when these Christians retire. They’re all going to the party in that make-believe heaven with Edgar Bronfman and Vladimir Lenin. They got orthodox saliva on their faces and clothes. That’s the Levin for the holy bread, they better bring a hose. It’s an endless rave in Rapture Town but God only knows what the band will be playing when the truth takes off her clothes and... so it goes and so it goes.

Nobody seems too surprised about earthquakes where there shouldn’t be earthquakes and high top, sneaker storms that ride up the coast. They just soldier on. They soldier on through the police tazers and the FBI raids. They soldier on through the murders and corporate theft. They soldier on through the empty strip malls, where nothing is left but strip clubs and Seven Elevens with Soylent Green Slurpies and suspicious looking corn dogs, harvested from the mass emasculations of a population, which broke every branch on the way down from their perches in The Tree of Stupidity. They soldier on through the dead manufacturing zones and into the waiting lines at the unemployment agency. They got a pocket full of food stamps and a wrapper of meth, as if they were looking to emulate the Peruvian workers with the cocaine paste. They didn’t get the real thing and there’s no ‘real thing’ in back of their minds. They soldier on, while the bankers and corporations whip their behinds on the hamster wheel to nowhere.

Nobody seems very impressed but maybe it’s the media blackout of all things real and relevant. If it’s not reported then it probably isn’t happening. One thing for sure is that, “it couldn’t happen here”. It’s in the same way that they couldn’t really be targeting independent journalists in Libya could they? They couldn’t really be the terrorists who are hunting for terrorists who didn’t exist, until they rigged up the necessary network of lies to trap whatever poor unfortunate was walking down the street at the time? The republican rank and file and the democratic rank and file couldn’t all be eating the same poisoned cornflakes that make them squawk like demented parrots at each other, in emulation of their glorious leader, the parrot in chief. They couldn’t be buying all the bullshit from the shelves of a culture that got discovered in the covered dish at the back of the icebox. In this nation of people putting food on their families, it seems that nothing is impossible, if it makes no reasonable sense and comes to you in shrink-wrapped plastic.

You can’t have a music video anymore where the performers aren’t dressed in neoprene Nazi sex bikinis. You can’t have an American movie without a baby with projectile diarrhea shooting a shit stream into his daddy’s mouth, as seen in The Change-Up or penguins shitting into the face of a once talented actor, now phoning it in. You’ve got The Hangover series, where the profane is high art and I could give you an exhaustive list but why bother? I’ve no idea what’s on TV but I can imagine. I’ve no idea what’s in the magazines but I can imagine. I’ve no idea what’s posted in the bus kiosks and subway stations but I can imagine. I’ve no idea what’s in your department stores and on your supermarket shelves but the last time I was in one of the big ones, I actually had to hunt for something to eat, among the endless rows of soft drinks, potatoes chips and processed chemistry experiments, where the amount of letters in the names of the ingredients, rivaled anything seen in the German language and I could count up to sixty different additives in some cases.

Most of the people are engaged at some level in the whole superstructure of this socio-political, private prison complex and they direct their anger in an eerie simulation of the Two Minutes’ Hate from 1984. The mainstream media and most of the alternative media are all standing under the same golden shower of global corporate inspiration, as the Earth trembles and the foundations of landmarks shake, in a barely noticed introduction to the shape of things to come.

People rail at the mention of Kim Kardashians, Alex Jones and sundry, all mixing public cocktails at the spigot attached to their cloaca. They have to exist in defense of something. They have to protect their investment in something. They have to wish in one hand and shit in the other that they aren’t too much like what they insist they are so very different than. They have to mainline justifications for everything, so long as the truth can be persuaded not to appear before their eyes and demand that they recognize it. There’s nothing like people with feet of clay, insisting that feet of clay get a pass on the sidewalks of history.

Down it goes, down to the bottom of its possibility to fall. Down it goes into the shared personal darkness of everyone who believes that misery does indeed love company. Yes we’ll all be rewarded, yes we’ll all take a stand, we’ll all be in that number when the shit hits the fan. On and on it limps and lurches from fire pits to entropy. On and on it goes and where it stops nobody wants to know. On and on from the break of dawn until the creatures of the night come calling. There are screams in the park, in that hideous dark but maybe it’s just your neighbor’s television.

So what’s your solution in this talk of all things wrong? Where’s the exit into something better than we have? The answer lies within yourself and the answer is not to lie, or accept a lie, or live in fear of those who use it as a weapon for your control. The power of the human heart and mind is immeasurable and needs to be no more than a hosting ground for what is true. It does not have to speak, when the very presence of what is real, pronounces itself like thunder and lightning and which no dark thing can approach and they know that. They know that but do the rest of you? In the end, it’s your fear and confusion that get you because those are points of entry. One must seal the door where evil dwells and employ the proper wardens. It’s a proven fact of long standing that even wild beasts will not harm someone who has no fear of them. They are nothing more than physical expressions of those things we fear within. Everything in nature is an expression of something within the human dynamic and the first actions of the banker is to screw up the natural system of awareness, within the ones they seek to imprison. Then they can drain away the power of true understanding and replace it with the dysfunctions necessary for them to feed at will. They manage this with their human megaphones that spread fear and support fearmongers and the organs of confusion and disinformation that are the daily broadcast of deception and deceit that holds the public in its thrall.

Step by step, we carve out our passage through the seductions of appetite or the power and focus of aspiration. Step by step we are led by those whose knowledge of the way onward, we have accepted as being correct. It all comes down to who you are listening to. It would serve us all to take a good hard look at that in this very moment of time.

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♫ Iridescent Dreams ♫

ZATO and the Wannabe Whores of Babylon.

2011-08-22T14:32:00.007+02:00

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May your noses always be far from places like this.

In an age of darkness; in an age of dreadful materialism, you find things like this. Not just anyone can be The Whore of Babylon. It requires special characteristics and the absolute lack of various other things. There are so many contenders who have to be measured against the potential of harm committed against the greatest number of persons. Of course, these persons have to be willing to be harmed. They’ve got to let their little light shine out from under a bushel of darkness in search of a more intense darkness. They have to be willing to abandon all sense of self, in search of a more repulsive self that has to be broadcasting on Hell’s most powerful radio station. They have to tune in and they have to tune out.

Kim Kardashian was mentioned some months ago, as having the most friends on Facebook. It was over three million. Now I no longer see any friends listed, only something called, ‘likes’. She’s got over six million of those. At least someone is getting their six million. You have to scroll down the page in growing horror, as you see the nature and motivations of this creature, leading the six million and more into the hot central violence of compressed coal, which is the physical representation of suffocating materialism. She married a basketball player, whose greatest play was to slam dunk his soul down the swirling toilet of evolutionary reversal. Fare the well ye walking zombie dead.

Presently, ZATO is performing mass murder upon the people of Libya, who don’t have the proper banking scheme and whose leader wanted to organize the African nations to protect their resources and reject the debt enslavement, visited upon them by London bankers and assorted true vampires in search of plunder, death and destruction, in any order; it doesn’t matter. ZATO is the Zionist Alliance for Total Occupation. It has been misidentified for a long time as The North Atlantic Treaty Organization. Even a casual observation of their activities over recent times will disabuse you of the notion that they work for anyone but the central bankers of London and Tel Aviv. New York City is a secondary location that is controlled by the aforementioned.

ZATO and Kim Kardashian have a great deal in common. They are both killing large numbers of people, though I think Kardashian has killed more people overall so far. There are a lot of ways to kill a person and some of the more pervasive and effective ways of doing so are unknown to the greater mass of the population. Let’s say you’re a 12 or 13 year old girl or boy on the streets of London and you’ve been passed around through a few hands; this is another not so well known reality, even though there have been articles about some significant number of them making sex dates on cellphones for the purpose of material goods from older men. Recently a fellow sought to go to London and give a talk on sex abuse and trafficking of children by the church and state in London and he was arrested and deported because the politicians and police there are deeply into it; it is one of the basic behavioral routines of Satanism. Then you run into a ‘handler’, or you’ve had one from the start and they shoot you up with Heroin so you don’t much care what happens to you. You’ve been killed, even though it might take some agonizing interval of time yet.

If someone leads you down the garden path, while you are in emulation of them and their lifestyle, they have also killed you, on several levels, even though it might take some agonizing interval of time yet. Kim Kardashian does this. You might dispute the reality of it but you can argue with the wind as far as I’m concerned. It’s murder is what it is. She’s not the only one committing murder. The educational system does it. The culture does it. The governments do it and the religions do it. Liars for profit and control do it through every medium in which they operate. The media is an accessory to murder every day. The media is the information arm of ZATO. Kim Kardashian is their product spokeswhore.

ZATO and one of their media constructs, CNN, are shooting at and threatening independent journalists in Libya for reporting actual events, instead of bending over for the official pronouncements of The Powers that Seem. It’s all a matter of degrees of subtlety, in terms of applied murder, whether it’s ZATO or Kardashian. However, dead is dead, today, tomorrow or on any given Sunday.

Everyone comes to some arrangement with the system, depending on what they want out of it, or depending on their need to operate inside it for the purpose of survival in a mug’s game. You’re at the carnival and you believe the games aren’t rigged because that disturbs your sense of possibility. It appears to be better to lie to yourself in the hope of something you won’t get than to face the reality of the situation. If you see someone succeeding at something, you don’t question their methods; you’re looking at their results. They may be the greater evil but those following them are the wider danger; willingly polluted and engaged in sharing and spreading their pollutions upon their children, relatives and friends. It’s what’s know as a clusterfuck.

The Synagogue of Satan is the applied worship of materialism as the object of existence. This means directing the culture through lifestyles, fashion, products, advertising and duplicitous information, designed to convince you that this is what you want; until you get it, or, actually, it gets you. It can still take you awhile to die and you might get some gratuitous enjoyment out of it on the way but you’re DOA from the departure gate. It’s obvious or it’s confusing and if it’s confusing then you only have to consider what’s confusing you because that’s the nature of the game, as a songwriter once said. It’s like the fascination with a meticulously recorded false history and the dream of a physical king, as opposed to a metaphysical regent. It’s all there to be seen but you’ll have noted the danger of representing truth in a world of lies and the majority of you will look for an easier passage. Keep in mind that the passage is easier because of the direction it is headed in.

ZATO is a murder machine based on a web of lies, for the sole purpose of profit at any cost. It is the military arm of ZOG. Kim Kardashian is a murder machine, fueled by the corporations who pimp her as an icon for successful existence. It’s a fitting irony that she has no talent at anything but this and that is enough for most.

Zionism is applied Satanism for social and political gain at the expense of EVERYONE else. The club of anti-Semitism designed by Theodor Hertzl for the purpose of a defense against all criticism and to be used at any time without reason or basis, is the chief weapon of Zionism. As you have heard them say, “it’s a trick, we always use it”. Given what we have seen and are presently being oppressed by, it stands to reason that anti-Semitism is a badge of honor in the awareness of a clear and present danger that has been with us for a long, long time. The Apocalypse is making this more widely known and at some point it will combust, to the enduring dismay of those who thought they could always count on murder and lies to achieve their ends.

What happens abroad and what is being planned for the populations in the home countries, is made possible by the murder of awareness at the hands of the ones who pervert our values and aspirations. This is the purpose of reality TV shows; to murder human dignity and reduce humanities perception of itself to the level of an ignorant beast. This is the purpose of those in the headlines in every area of endeavor. They work for ZATO and ZOG. You can find it hard to believe and you may be unwilling to believe it and you may be outraged that anyone would besmirch your obsession with the thousand forms of shit that you desire more than life itself because...that is the price of the possession of and obsession with them. That is the price.

What is happening in Libya, will be happening somewhere else tomorrow and eventually it will be happening in your neighborhood because you didn’t care when it was happening to someone else and even supported it, if it meant you could have your share and get your fill of as many of the thousand forms of shit that is possible for you. Bon voyage, as you sail away in the burning dumpsters of flaming shit. There are handkerchiefs waving from the shore, as you sail off into the darkness of the sea of ignominy.

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♫ Gone too Far in Front ♫

Whores to the Right of Me, Whores to the Left of Me.

2011-08-16T14:09:00.006+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

‘May your noses always be cold and wet’

Well, we’re back in the doldrums of the false Sea of Tranquility, near the Whores Latitudes and the boats are being pulled by whores, who spend their time dreaming about less arduous employment in the alleys near the dumpsters, where they used to ply their trade. Occasionally they are roused from their reverie by a cry of, “Put yer backs into it ye scum, or yer’ll feel the lash!” In former times they got paid extra for the lash bit. They’re already familiar with putting their backs and their fronts into it, behind the emotionless and routine thrusts upward, moving in the opposite direction of the heart’s desire and making a mockery of passion due to the lack of it. Sure, some of them like the work but they’re either new or think they’re in love.

You know these whores. They are the ordinary workers in the foundries of Purgatory, who do the bidding of their betters, who are also whores and also feel the lash but mostly they get that super-heated breath on the backs of their necks, which for some reason turns immediately into a cold chill at the nape. ‘Whores to the right of me, whores to the left of me, into the bordellos of Babylon marched the countless and forgotten’.

The stock market went up and down and up and down like the whores and they have led us to another respite of false industrials without industry, save for the manipulated numbers of Goldman Sachs. Engineered riots went off in the UK and then they faded away for another day. Were they manipulated? It’s never all of one or none of the other. It’s complicated; like my supposedly being a member of the illuminati because I’ve got some kind of identifiable symbols on my blogs. I can’t find them but maybe I’m not supposed to see them. I can’t find my decoder ring either and I’m all out of secret handshakes. I know if I were a real mover and shaker, I’d have something to move and shake but all I’ve got is my ass and some natural rhythm. I’ll tell you this, if I’m deep cover then it’s got to be plenty deep, like a certain other substance that I see too much of these days.

Whores are whores because they are wide open to the wounded armies of the world for the coin of the realm, losing the gold within and making counterfeit with everything else. Dumb whores are the ones with all the answers based on zero research and the capacity to swallow anything they are told, which may be how you become a whore in the first place. You can’t reason with the unreasonable and I don’t try. There are some numbers of people who are out to change the world that generally sidestep the absolute necessity of changing themselves first. They know right and wrong when they see it and their next step is always to enforce it. Social reformers are the greatest mass murders on the planet and it’s either gold or some twisted religious perspective that’s behind it; let’s not forget the drive to self importance while we are at it.

Whores generally need as much cosmetics as a Kabuki dancer and that is because the inner beauty took off with the inner gold and now they are bankrupt in every way that counts and pissed off without knowing why and that accounts for all the poisoned fucks they dispense so that old and out of shape white men can get laid too. It’s a cosmic dynamic that when you’ve squandered everything that would have made you attractive at any age to any age that you have to pay for dissatisfying moments of personal embarrassment, just as you have to pay for everything else and that’s why there’s so much focus on money and position. For some reason, the position isn’t all that important because they keep getting nailed for their indiscretions, mostly because they go around trumpeting that kind of thing as an indiscretion, when it’s nothing more than human weakness in search of something lasting that they didn’t have the time or integrity to perpetuate for long enough for it to appear.

You’ve got whores with calculating machines, where the numbers run in the places where their eyes used to be and you’ve got whores with guns who kill for the Hell Bitch of patriotism or under the directive of an old white guy in the sky, with bilious attitude, who is probably sitting on a hemorrhoid pillow and who lets you know in no uncertain words that sex is a sin but that murder is a blessed calling. I don’t know about this particular version of God. He didn’t look like that when I met him and he didn’t act like that either. I suppose there’s a tailor-made god for all of us, who is designed to meet the requirements of our demands upon he, she or it. You’ve got whores with scepters and whores with swagger sticks and they can often be reformed whores who forgot what they used to be and now they’ve raised self righteousness to an art form. There are all kinds of whores but only one kind of client who slips in and out of the bodies of the ones performing.

It must be early morning now and the whores have gone to bed. Hmmm... that doesn’t sound right. It must be earlier morning now and the whores have retired for the night to sleep in their coffins, until that disinfecting sun has gone over the yardarm; “I said, put your backs into it bitches or you’ll wish you had!” So, maybe they are sleeping and maybe they are not. They’re dreaming in any case and so it’s all quiet for a little while again. Maybe it will just go on and on. I’ve been told that I’m dreaming when I say that our tormentors are going to get theirs soon enough. I’m told they’re too powerful and won’t be moved and that it’s just a fantasy. We’ll see.

I’m surrounded by whores in degrees of perversity. Some of them are fine upstanding whores who toe the legal and corporate line. They raise their kids to be virtuous whores, who only engage in the horizontal hula with approved suitors. They want to keep that whore breeding line intact. I’ve been told there’s no way to avoid participation in the world’s oldest profession but that always comes from people who’ve been compromised and can’t stand the idea that someone might get around it and give it away for free.

I suppose there’s nothing wrong with being a whore if you’re okay with it. The world is full of powerful and famous whores who live high above the sidewalks where the common whores are employed. They travel anywhere and they are seen everywhere, whoring it up, whoring it up to beat the band and then they do the band too. They got all that jingly whore accoutrements on their wrists and fingers. They got expensive whore suits, so you can tell which whore made it and they got whore unguents and whore perfumes that send out the signals for the pheromone patrol. They got whore handbags, made by foreign whores, so that they can carry around the tools of their trade for when they need them and they’ve got the whores bath for when they’re in a hurry and the next client is waiting. Now they’ve even got tan spray artist whores who can make a whore too busy to get to the beach look like they just came back from one.

People would be a lot better off if they studied whore composition and understood the components of the practice. Closer inquiry would reveal what is present and what is missing and that would clarify the question of value given for value received. It mostly comes down to what you have and don’t have that defines what you are. Not having something says something and having something says something too. In some cases you’re going to have to do without all that exciting whore attention and in the other case you’ll be getting all you can handle, depending on your shelf life and your due date. The reason they call the whores that can’t work anymore, “dried up old whores” is because they burn better at that consistency. I can’t believe I said that but I’m going with the flow.

Of course, someone’s going to come along and tell me I have no right to disparage whores and they’re going to let me know that some random act of fortune put them in Tess of the d'urbervilles-land and that it was probably faithless lovers that made them the character in Of Human Bondage. They’ll tell me that we’re all where we are as a result of cruel and incomprehensive fate but my thinking is that we walked to wherever under our own power and that there’s more to the story than the details of any particular life. Of course, this is something I know and won’t bother to explain because you either know this too or you got some other explanation for it that fits in with how you like to have your version of things operate, up to the point where your version of things encounters reality but obviously we’re not there yet (grin).

If I’ve been too hard on the whores today I could say they probably prefer that to your not being capable of performing in the acts you are paying them to do. I’ll add that pimps are simply ‘whores in waiting’, as are the customers they are engaging, lest you think I wasn’t in consideration of the whole area of engagement. They switch off every time they go in and out of the wardrobe department, the same way all those committing any offense against another are already in waiting for a taste of the same when the time comes around for it. The high and mighty are only a few short steps from the low and powerless, though that all has to do with how you measure time. Some of us getting that wider angle lens the further back we step out of the field of play. We remain in these areas of contact and activity for as long as we feel we have good reason to and some of us have been at it for a long, long time.

As I said... things are quiet at the moment and those behind conditions and events and... that which is really behind everything, no matter what the players and performers think, have got their reasons for this. One isn’t aware of the other and the other is aware of everything. I’ll leave it to you to sort out the meaning of this, as it suits what you want to believe. Quiet is a temporary affair and so is most everything else because the only dependable constant is change. Change is upon us and will appear in its own sweet time, once it’s given all the whores, pimps and customers time to conduct their business and take their curtain calls as well, unless that moment turns out to be the curtain call.

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♫ The Bitch in the Beamer ♫

High Thuggery and Criminal Skullduggery.

2011-08-10T12:00:00.005+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

As we scan the gutter press of the self styled elite, we see the usual buzzwords of ‘mindless thugs’, ‘criminal elements’, ‘looters’ and what have you. Most of us wouldn’t engage in looting. Some of us have enough that we have no predilection for looting and some of us (myself included) don’t care enough about the items to want them that badly. These ‘mindless thugs’ are painted as career opportunists, who are only looking for a chance to break the law but, that begs the question; why haven’t they been at it full time all along?

Since we’re on the subject of thugs; what about banker thugs? How many banker thugs are in jail for the mindless violence they have caused? Clearly the banker thugs are the primary motivator of the street thugs, because the life necessaries of the street thugs have been systematically removed from the streets, to the degree that crime is the only option, because there are no jobs there and there is no education on offer, because these thugs are not an operative part of the system of the banker thugs. Of course, these individuals from the street could not be part of their system and were never intended to be part of their system because, lacking the programmed, brainwashing education necessary, they are too smart to buy into it in the first place.

How many banker thugs, corporation thugs, Wall Street and The City thugs are moving through the court system, or presently incarcerated for crimes against humanity? How many political thugs are in similar straits? How many members of the military, industrial complex are in the docks? How many of the Zionist, false flag, performance artists behind 9/11, 7/7 and The Madrid Train Station bombing are facing charges anywhere? How many of those who orchestrated the gratuitous wars against Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan and Libya are being held to account for murdering and displacing millions of Muslims to serve the Zionist imperative? The high mucky mucks are engaged in selective thug nforcement.

The reality is that we live in a criminal society. Shit flows downhill. Corruption at the top ensures corruption at the bottom. Why should street thugs not steal and why should they get the bare subsistence jobs that turn into a variation on ‘theft of services’, when the same thing is taking place at a much higher level, in the ranks of those above them, whose operations are creating the conditions that the people in the street are rioting against? You can make all kinds of arguments against the reality of this condition but, slice it anyway you like, it’s the reason for it. We can wring our hands all we like and cry out that honest people don’t do these sorts of things but, honesty is for chumps in this time and place. Honesty is where you pull your pants down to be of assistance to the high born thugs, whose purpose is to sodomize you senseless. The street criminals insist that you pull down their pants by force. This serves the passionate preferences of people like Strauss-Khan, so it’s win-win for the banker, booty bandits either way. You bend over in anticipating acquiescence, with the de rigueur deliquescence, or you fight the ass raping by some means of personal initiative.

Max Keiser offers some very interesting information, with the assistance of his co-host and a very savvy guest and if you’ve got 25 minutes, it’s compelling. It looks like J.P. Morgan and a host of others are due for a dip in the cosmic hog lagoons. You will remember that J.P. Morgan is a branch of Rothschild Enterprises and has been for a long time, all the way back to when they pulled this crap the last time. There are tributaries of urine running down the Armani pants legs of our betters, or there soon will be.

They think their next, necessarily spectacular, false flag efforts are going to sway or sidetrack the course of justice in its approach. As the onset of The Apocalypse intensifies, it carries with it ever higher risks of misfortune and exposure for the werewolves and vampires, who serve evil for the ‘good’ that it brings them. Whatever they do is going to go belly up and stink in the sun, just like all of their victims in The Gulf of Mexico. How many murderous BP thugs are facing charges or in any danger of them? How many members of General Electric and Japanese traitors are under arrest for their nuclear malfunctions and placement stupidities; not to mention all of the other associated crimes, which are going to result in the deaths of millions or tens of millions? How many corporate, Ted Bundy’s from Monsanto are being charged with poisoning the world?

If there’s no interest or ambition in prosecuting those who have turned the world into a crime theme, amusement park for their own profit and amusement, then there’s no reason to consider those at the bottom of the pecking order, whose crimes are chicken shit, compared to the pterodactyl shit of their self-appointed betters.

When the ordinary channels of social justice are blocked and compromised by weasel lawyers, employed as plumbers by financial cannibals, then mob justice is required. Make no mistake, all of the psychopathic operations already mentioned, intend nothing less than death and servitude for the masses. They are already about it with a vigor, made all the more desperate because of an awakening fear that they race against, because of the certainty that it will unhorse them and leave them trembling in their combustible fortresses. The winds of change are about to turn into tornadoes of retribution.

It looks like death and worse is coming to the landlords and banks that turn the warm heart cold and terrorize the soul. At any point along the way, any of them could do the right thing but it’s not in the nature of most of them and that is how they came to be what they are in the first place. For the rest, it’s the season of the whistleblower. They’ve been able to silence and compromise this feature until now but the desperation of the circumstances now makes such tactics impossible to manage in all the necessary locations.

Woe to you, you enablers and apologists, you who toss around phrases like ‘mindless thugs’, while you serve the mindful thugs, whose crimes are stratospheric by comparison; you worthless whores of journalism and you violent enforcers of bankrupt laws against the peoples of the world. You armed thugs of law enforcement and the despicable officers of compromised court systems are going to find that your power and authority have been rendered into nothing but the crushing weight of your own guilt and the following panic of ‘nowhere to run and nowhere to hide’.

A new day is arriving and no one can say how it will manifest but several things are certain. As the institutions that have oppressed humanity are deprived of their force, those who have served them become vulnerable wherever they are. As the veils are lifted from the suffocating lies that have confused and abused the people, all the arguments in defense of them are made mute. As the will to serve the beast is withdrawn, as if by magic, the hands on the guns and the fountain pens that sign the orders are going to be deprived of their capacity to continue. Then where will you be? Where will you be? You’d better get a clue while there is still time. The hands of the cosmic clock are on the move. Lay down your guns and fountain pens now. Step away from your newsroom desks and computers. Step away from your seats in the assemblies of government. Step away from your centers of spying and lying and perverted groping of the bodies of your fellows. Step away from the fly-blown toilet that gives you your marching orders on the blasted battlefields in the countries of the defenseless. Step away from your places in the banks and brokerages and return what you have stolen to the people you have stolen it from before it is ripped from your possession along with your lives and souls. The hour of your doom approaches.

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♫ Iridescent Dreams ♫