Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Well... tomorrow is the day; that long awaited day and today seems like any other day, before some ordinary day to follow. Yesterday I was sitting somewhere, I forget where and a flash of images came into my head. This happens to me a lot. Things come out of nowhere, which is actually an invisible somewhere. I don't always process and comprehend whatever it may be, because my personal perspective intrudes upon the cosmic perspective; not always, sometimes I get it right. Is this one of those times? I don't know.
It occurred to me that very few people know very much about the Mayans and those who think they do may not have the essence of it all right either. The Mayans are a vanished people. Oh, there are still descendants of the Mayans around but the culture got swallowed up by something. They left us a calendar, which purported to signal the end of things, when the last day of that calendar arrived and that would be tomorrow. Doomsayers have been predicting all kinds of things; reversed magnetic polarities, a reversal of orbit. We haven't seen much of that up to the moment but... here is what occurred to me yesterday-
What if this is the actual end of The Kali Yuga? What if tomorrow is the demarcation line between the darkness of the old world and the bright luminescence of that awaited golden age? This thought struck me pretty hard and would not leave my mind. This is interesting, given how occupied my mind is with my present surroundings. It seemed to be very possibly true. I know such a time is coming and it seems to fit with a lot of things I won't get into at the moment because I am operating under certain creative constraints, which I hope to address and rectify shortly.
I do not mean to say that on the morrow, someone will wave a magic wand and all the sucking mud of our previous grayscale existence, will release our footsteps, metaphorically speaking from the ooze and slime of suffocating material culture. I don't think it is any mistake that I am where I am at the moment or that any of us are where we are at the moment; who we are at the moment and doing what we are doing at the moment. I think there will still be some amount of bad judgment and evil doing that may continue for a time but that all of it will start to meet up with positive resolution and transformation, into what it should be instead of these travesties we have been afflicted with up until this point.
Where I am at the moment, I could believe almost anything to be possible. The are no limits whatsoever upon what the ineffable can accomplish in the hearts and minds and- to some degrees- by the hands of those so inspired to channel the cosmic intent.
This has been a sick world for a good long while. Some will argue with me about this; those jived up clowns from the lucrative new age, who say if all we allow ourselves to see is the hidden beauty around us, or whatever the spiel is, that is all we would see and experience. I am afraid I hold these perspectives to be Polyannaland. It might be they are right but I haven't seen it. I am sure it does exist in a limited fashion, somewhere in a gated community, or some remote beach where you can have all your needs attended to by impoverished natives, whose industries and bodies are at your command, so long as you have the jack. Thailand answers to that description,or did, until each more and more remote beach, was eventually over run by the hedonists and headcases in search of paradise and uncomplaining pussy. Certainly some portion of that is still going down, along with people trying to play Decaprio in The Island.
It used to amuse me (not really) after I had run into a few dozen of a particular sort, who would take regular trips to these locales for the purpose of human trampoline action, or the horizontal hula (if you prefer). They all had a certain body type and mindset and deplored the state of western women, as it particularly concerned them.
If you really want to hear the whiners on this subject you only have to go to Hawaii. I guess I could see what they were talking about but it didn't impinge on me. I always found the exceptions and managed to see the rule coming way ahead of time. This is what material culture will create though. It makes people stupid and selfish and that increases, until all kinds of psycho-sexual and other pathologies come into being. As a student of this whole dynamic, a fascinated observer, I've seen enough to show me what comes around when full bore, material realm hypnotics come into full expression. This is one of the reasons I tend to stay inside my own little bubble, or walk in Nature, where there is a deal less of what I don't want to see, except when I am studying it, like a lepidopterist or something. I probably misspelled that word but you get the idea.
So, maybe the Mayans had a whole other thing happening with that calendar. My invisible friends have been telling me for a long time that a mini golden age was going to come. Of course, I hear all kinds of things and like I said, I don't always get it right because the personal can intrude on the cosmic but... sooner or later it gets clarified for me like some kind of ghee.
Obviously the old world is breaking down and that is why the trolls and goblins are in such a rush to imprint their will on it or hold it together with bailing wire, duct tape and chewing gum. They've always been demons behind the scenes but these days they are right out there in full daylight, doing all sorts of obnoxious things. It's like they know it's got to end soon and they want to get all their licks in and all their ya ya's out. They're not like you and me. They killed off the human inside themselves some time ago. They might not have been human when they got here or they might have gotten hijacked on the road. I don't know.
As you know, I am an optimist, even when things aren't going all that well for me, as happens here and there and probably more than I would like, although it is showing signs of change now.
I saw this guy who was doing parrot astrology (don't ask). A parrot was involved and making selections and it turned out that I was from the family of Shiva and Ganesha was my special friend. This I already knew. Then he told me that I had had 16 years of bad highway and that it had all just ended this month and prosperity and all kinds of good things would be coming to me; always nice to hear that sort of thing. Oddly enough a jyotish astrologer told me that some while ago and he didn't have a parrot. I don't know what to say so... no comment.
Anyway, I feel as if I am on the lip of great adventure and I suspect the same may be the case with some number of you. Something new is in the wind. Of course, I went into the wind recently and maybe that is why I am getting that sensation. I'm going to end this here; always fearful that the post might disappear on me. By this time next week I should have it all pretty much together and be more regular and usual length and all that. Good wishes to you all,
Thursday, December 20, 2012
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Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 06:45
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
There are hacks and there are bought and sold whores of the trade and then there is Michael Isikoff, doing what he does for all things bright and beautiful. It's a wonderful thing. Never let it be said that those who should have gone to the gallows, like Pollard and sundry, shouldn't rather be kissed on the cheeks (what cheeks we talking bout here?) and sent home, with an apology for having caught them trying to do some kind of evil to you that would have enslaved your nation instead. Certain people play by different rules. That must be fine and dandy for them, these VIP chosenites and for their lickspittles and lackeys Who worship the funny money, prayer rugs. Rugs on their heads and rugs in their billfolds and you are the rug beneath their feet. Ain't that sweet?
There are things going on that make you weep but the next thing you know, they're new and improved and doing better. There are greed pigs sitting in legislatures . You see what's going here? The same business as usual types are doing business as usual. So I imagine they have clever continuance in progress as I write. We shall see. There are bad things happening all over the place and they are being exposed.
One has to come to grips with their consciousness, concerning Mr Apocalypse and what he does. One has to get the measure of The Man, oh yes my pretties, one must have scope. Then there is hope and à bientôt--Okay. Would you like fries with that? It's all about freedom burning in the morning and The Bad Stranger is around. I am hammering on the same things, again. For a very good reason. Mr. Apocalypse's walking stick is tapping and tapping. Unfortunately, that leads to more and more of this kind of thing. Football stadiums, malls, fast food eateries. It's all coming up in the windshield of your drive a life. It's not all bad, and maybe you can figure that out. Maybe we got wrong, as to who is who; lost tribes and all that but I be I and all that.
People! You must resist against these things. You must find the power and the purpose in the hour to rise in outrage about what is being done to you and also being done in your name. A good brother, who is a maestro himself, sent me this. We are the people that could have been. It's a shame we can't get in touch with them then.
Brevity may be the soul of wit. I don't know how much wit is in this posting but it will be brevity indeed, as concerns this posting because I got to go real soon and things need to be taken care of so...
there may be a transitory delay in postings and Sim will mind the host fires. Let's all remember that we are not as young as we used to be, subject to miraculous intervention, and the cost of our thoughts, words and actions may well be at critical mass in these uncertain times. Do your best. I will see you in a different format soon, hopefully (grin) if I can fast-track the learning curve on these tablets; some mystifying thing known as android. Carry on.
'I Am Alive' is track no. 8 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'
Lyrics (pops up)
Check out the symbolism behind them speaking at the end.
Let's all have a thought and a Bon Voyage and Hare Krishna for Ravi Shankar and the beauty his music brought into our lives.
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 14:44
Friday, December 07, 2012
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
It's not necessary to link any one of the many, totally bullshit, Crass Media stories about Syria, supposedly arming missiles with chemical weapons to use on their own people. All this has come about because of the near total ownership of the Crass Media, by the ZioNAZI-Ogre and their near total control of the U.S. Department of State and the Department of Defense. Obviously there are dark and damning video and voice recordings of Hilarious Clinton and Leon Panetta. It is possible that Hilarious's doggie style diplomacy, is accented by the endemic corruptions of Wild Bill Clinton ...but we have to assume she's been mainlining many and varied, toxic corruptions on her own as well.
Big oil and Big banking are behind all of the genocide and mass murder of recent times. That's the tie-in to the destruction of every nation that wanted to shift trading in dollars to other currencies, or wanted to set up their own currencies and banks, instead of using a Rothschild bank. It's obvious how good it is for the welfare of a country when they go after The Central Banks or kick out the oligarchs; witness Iceland and Russia. You may be sure that there are any number of behind the scenes transitions, under consideration around the world. Mr. Apocalypse is working on all of this as well.
The pedophilia department at Mr. Apocalypse LTD, is working over time on the skells at the BBC and sundry locations. Now we learn just a little more about Satanist Jimmy Wales and The Synagogue of Satan. At the beginning of the video, doesn't it look and sound like the fellow doing the reporting is sitting on the toilet? No reflection on the cat. We all got to go sometime. It's probably not the case but the sound effects are impressive.
There is some very interesting news about sex lately and I'm only linking to a very few, there and here. I guess the strangest part is how very much she looks like Sarah Palin. I have to admit that this is a terrible dilemma to be in (not the looking like Sarah Palin part, well, maybe that too). We are hearing about and witnessing some truly bizarre thing and you can lay all of this at the door of Mr. Apocalypse.
Here is an article that really says it all, about who is behind so many of the awful trends going on. Now, I recognize the profane nature of organized Christianity but what I find puzzling is why Mikey Weinstein and company, from Inferno.Org, are out to sabotage the Christian fundieland schematic, when that constitutes the largest demographic of their robot army. Of course, this grandstanding, self promoting, self satisfied, celebrity seeking doofus, is writing a book.
Serious madness is afoot, as the terminal virus of Political Correctness, runs amok through the ruins of a dying empire. How seriously crazy it has all gotten, is exemplified in the comments that follow this creative effort of indisputable truth. The ink black darkness, in the souls of the committed materialists, is a frightening wonder to behold. You keep thinking they can't get any lower but somehow they manage it and don't blink an eye when engaged in it. How did such a number of us get like this? I'll say it again, when the transformative force of the age, begins to descend down from the inner planes, it sweeps out all of the long resident, malignant entities that have been operating like conning towers, through the butt ugly moments of this departing cycle. They are forced out and down, into human form.
In times of runaway materialism, the self aware consciousness, of some amount of people; a distressingly ample amount, is not rooted in a sustaining awareness of self, so as to protect the individual from telepathic invasion, followed by possession. It's like leaving your car parked on a Detroit street with the keys in it. This analogy is accurate and has been echoed by others in former times; not the same analogy but, with the same point being made. If you are not the master of yourself, you will be the slave of another. This should go without saying. If you are a slave to appearances and the electronic and otherwise generated imagery of the false world, then you are a slave to those generating the imagery. We can see the truth of that in the wholesale acceptance by Mr. and Mrs. Dumbass, of whatever absurd claptrap, is being generated by the cabin boy politicians and their pederast overlords. I know, Bend over and Wait.
One has to keep in mind that the majority of what is going on at the moment, are acts of desperation. All the despicable stealing and unnecessary, over the top, acquiring by the super rich, is about having your hands on the control mechanisms of the culture. It's about high end, panic rooms and underground bunkers, in remote locations, to weather the result of conditions brought about by them, or natural forces reacting to them. The violent and parasitical activities of that shitty, little country in the Middle East are about desperation. The litany of laws, designed to oppress and deprive, are all about desperation. By this time, alert observers are aware that Mr. Apocalypse, is an actual working force and is dragging hidden information and nefarious deeds, kicking and screaming, out into the hard daylight of exposure, to the eyes of the world and... where those eyes are attuned not to see, or are deceived in the impressions that they draw, Mr. Apocalypse is reorienting their perspective. It might not seem that way at the moment, because notice of this, is being concealed by those who took control of the Crass Media for that very reason.
Once you control the money supply, your agents can buy up all the necessary industries, to accessorize their march for world domination. They've been at this for quite awhile. Multinationals are hooked up in a cooperative effort to head the cosmic awakening off at the pass. However, since it is a cosmic event, good luck with that, you're going to need it and... since it is a cosmic event, luck's not going to have much to do with it.
One of the primary weapons of The Dark Side, is our despair and propensity for deception, based on pandering to basic human appetites, which are being ramped up by a relentless full scale sensory assault. Despair is a killer. You feel overwhelmed by appearances, which are confirmed by events and the perceptions of your fellows. The jobs and homes are being disappeared, while the resources of the populace are deposited into the pockets and bank accounts of the super rich. The politicians feed off of the promise of payouts to come. No good man or woman have been allowed to stand in opposition. They get marginalized, censured and setup, slandered and picked off, by those who have had the run of things for so long that they look upon it as some kind of droit de seigneur' “take my wife, please”.
Things are not what they were. We're in last gasp country, as one age leads into another and all of the institutions and infrastructure that have been, are tumbling and transforming, into what is to be. This is why rampant and pervasive corruption are the OS of the times, a sort of Windows Decadent. Things fall apart or move into the No Exit Zone, like Windows 8. There is no logical or sensible reason for this. New and improved is no longer a reality, though it seldom was in any case. Look at the new Window's Surface tablet, with it's screen cracking and peeling away.
The rulership regent of The Surface Plane is changing. The reins of power are being handed over from one to another and all of those so terminally reliant upon the former, are finding themselves on the field of Morannon. From Pelennor to Morannon, it goes ...and in the end, the agents of the darkness lose their minds and spin off in panicked flight, crying out for the stones and The Earth to cover them. Yes, my precious.
Well, one more stirring call to optimism, preceded by so many examples of why we shouldn't be optimistic. The shitheels like Soros and his ilk are still hammering away at what they don't want to see but see they will; one way or another. Sooner or later the word gets delivered to all of the stooges and wooden puppets, who don't know their posterior from a post-hole.
Hang in there.
'Camouflage' is track no. 8 of 8 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'La Vierge Sperme Danceur'
About this song (pops up)
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 11:15
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
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May your noses always be cold and wet.
Welcome to the countdown, 9 days and moving right along. How weird is weird? How strange is strange? You're looking at it everywhere in the world around you. 12/21/2012 approaches. What does it mean? I don't know but... much of it, like anything, depends on the collective perspective and anticipation of the public mind. Everything comes out of the mind and everything is composed of mind-stuff. We all live in a world of our own creation. It looks like the real world but it isn't. Few of us see the real world but... that world we live in, whatever world it may be, is real enough. Oh yeah, real enough for all the pain and uncertainty we experience in it, all the temporary joys and triumphs, such as they 'appear' to be.
The berserker mentality of the law enforcement wing of Western Powers Central, along with the observable insanity of the administrative and legislative wings, is a wonder to see; not a pleasant wonder either. Nutjob police goons are shooting up their own vehicles, in a frenzy of fiery murder and mayhem. All of this has been happening, since the Israelis began to train the American police, in their despicable tactics. They keep pushing the river to nowhere, as the sands of time run out for them. From every corner of the world the opposition is rising. Ambassadors are being recalled from that snake-pit in the Middle East; that Rothschild, Central Banker combine, masquerading as a country. That's some sick shit going down in Organ Harvesting, Disney World, to put it as mildly as I can. There is nothing so dark and depraved as what they are into as a matter of general policy and the world is seeing it and finally, finally reacting. What impact is this having on all those bought off little rodents in the corridors of power, that have been rubber stamping all this nonsense for so long? You can see the rats marching in lock step, down the gangways and docking ropes of the ships of darkness. Oh yeah! Can I get a witless?
I've been waiting for this uprising response for a long time; often despairing of the intransigence and continuously, perpetuating ignorance of the great unwashed; all that is changing now, according to some unknown schedule, in the playbook of Mr. Apocalypse. I hear that walking stick tapping on the hard concrete, of Unbridled Greedville. It is a consummate pleasure to see these creeps getting hammered from all sides; to see Monsanto starting to get it in the neck. Make no mistake, there are few things as dangerous as a wounded beast and few wounded beasts as dangerous as a psychopathic, wounded beast.
We are so close and yet so far away. Gaza, Lebanon, Syria and Iran are all on the chopping block, as the twisted elite, strive to tear apart the fabric, of what passes for civilization, in these days. It's so close, the distance between a lasting victory and a horrible defeat; 'hanging in here, Boss'. How deep is their Valley of Darkness? I can hear the invisible hand of the cosmos, jangling the handle of the cosmic toilet. It's calling for it's natural food. It's calling for evolution's waste products. It's calling the maldoers home, back to the universal, reclamation system. You can hear the recycling engines, cranking it up.
Meanwhile in Bat Shit City, the beat goes on and it keeps going on in the Bat Shit boroughs. It's all Mr. Apocalypse, 24/7; seven come snake eyes, in Snake City, the capital of Viperville. Nice house eh? It's not in Bat Shit City, where it would cost about 100 million dollars. I lived in Bat Shit City for awhile (also know as Snakeville Downs), where they have the annual, Kentucky Derby style running, of The Beasts of the Apocalypse. It's a terrifying event, where the beasts snap and tear at one another and regularly run into the crowds, on either side, tearing and rending with a will. Cheers erupt from the sidelines, as the blood madness consumes the spectators, laughing and jeering at the maimings and deaths. It's all bad unclean fun. Batshit City is the one place in the country where you can send out for anything, ANYTHING, and have it delivered to your door at any hour of the day or night. It doesn't matter what it is, someone will bring it to your door. If you want to see the menu, all you have to do is pick up any one of the massive, telephone book sized, classified papers that you can find in the ubiquitous new's vending machines, at any corner. I used to get miles of laughs from these things. My favorite was all the advertisements from the massage practitioners offering, “stress relief management”. You can probably figure out what that is; oh yes my brother.
No doubt Susan Shumsky of Divine Travels, knows about 'stress relief management' and she don't come cheap. She's been writing me a lot, ever since I inquired about Kumbha Mela and regardless of my snarky replies, the offers keep coming. India sounds like a scary place. I'm glad I don't plan on sharing needles with anyone, or having protected or unprotected sex with the locals. Well, you never know. One wonders as far as not being involved with drugs of any kind ...but I will keep in mind about 'boiling it, cooking it, peeling it, or forgetting it'. I keep trying to find out if I actually do have to have a return ticket but I can't seem to get any answers on that one. From the outrageous price listings, I can only assume that she is a member of dubious standing in the Roger Nietzsche Network. Oh yeah, I got me 99 Rolls Royces! No doubt someone will have a trenchant explanation for that and I'll just have to nod my head and go along with the program. Unlike Susan, I don't have any 'Professional Industry Affiliations'.
Here's what I got in the email a couple of days ago;
"I had an awesome experience with the Divine Travels tour to the Kumbha Mela. It was definitely an experience of a lifetime."
-Deborah, hairdesigner, Ohio.
"My experience with Susan Shumsky and Divine Travels (to the Maha Kumbh Mela fair in India January 2001) was truly excellent. Everything was well organized, hotels and meals were very good, and it was possible to have a once-in-a-lifetime experience that would have been extremely difficult to arrange through any other company. Guiding a diverse group of Westerners through a fair attended by close to 100 million people was a difficult challenge but the Divine Travels staff managed it with great efficiency, patience and kindness. Above all, I was impressed by their constant dedication and concern for the welfare of those on the tour."
-Paul Lowe, author, England.
"The tour was very well organized. I was very comfortable and felt really protected amongst 30 million people at the Mela. I felt very included and appreciated by the tour organizers. I went alone, but felt welcomed! The hotels, transportation, and food were remarkably high-end. Our dinner out as a group was one of bonding and excellent food."
"It was a not to be missed, life expanding experience. We had exclusive audiences with powerful spiritual beings, witnessed unique ceremonies, met gurus that we could only have met through Rajiv, our tour organizer. We were very comfortable, safe, and secure. We were very well taken care of by kind and delightful organizers. Highly recommended."
-Barbara, artist, NYC.
"I have taken the Kumba Mela tour with Susan Shumsky and I feel it was the best tour I have ever taken. The tour was extremely well planned, which in a country like India is quite important, but also had the ability to be flexible, intimate and to respond to everyones needs. Susan's experience and knowledge of India is extremely valuable and the tour company used in India is of the highest level. I myself am planning to take additional tours with Susan in the future and would recommend her without any hesitation."
-Dr. Randy Meltzer.
"It has been a year since I toured India for the Kumbh Mela tour. I think every day I mention to someone something about that experience. I feel so lucky to do this tour with Divine Travels, because of their ability to organize a tour taking care of all the logistics, making sure our food and water are safe so we don't get sick, but still covering a lot of territory, being flexible, and adventurous. This is not your typical bus riding tour. You get in the heart of the culture, and get in to do things that the average independent traveler could never do. I went on this tour by myself, made many friends, and consider it a life changing experience with nothing but positive things to say. I highly recommend Divine Travels to take you so you can relax and focus on the spirit of India."
-Angel F., Bellevue, WA.
"Bathing in the Ganges River on the most auspicious day of the Maha Kumbha Mela was like basking in nectar. My consciousness was lifted and my perceptions awakened. Kumbh Mela was the most deeply moving experience of my life. There is no expression in our language to describe it adequately."
"At the Maha Kumbh Mela, I communed with God, which I saw as everything contained within myself. It was the awareness of my path and expanded freedom that brought me to tears. There exists no words to fully explain the depth of that communion. I know only liberation and the utmost kindness was totally re-enforced."
-Deborah, hairdesigner, Ohio.
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'The Bitch in the Beemer' is track no. 2 of 12 on Visible and The Critical List's 1992 album
'Not Politically Correct'
About this song (pops up)
If you're going to be in India, let me know where and when and we will see about getting together, with, or without Susan Shumsky.
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 14:01
Monday, November 26, 2012
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Every now and then; well, actually several times on each and every day, you run across individuals (and groups as well), hopefully at a distance, who epitomize the very worst expressions, of what are definitely not human beings ...but which attempt to pass for one. Such an example can be found here, in a location where a great many similar, cretinous and poisonous snakes can be found, any time the doors are open for business. This individual, whose components can be found on the bottom of your shoe, should you be inattentive, while walking through a dog run in any urban park, looks like what he is; a real life slime ball of gargantuan proportions. This crocodile swine should be publicly guillotined on some Fox network, reality show. People should print out this photo and get creative with it. This photo needs to be circulated. It needs to be printed on rolls of toilet paper and dispensed from holders in the House of Lords. These are the privileged elite, 'to the manor born', they should be stripped naked and whipped down the streets of London, on their way to a memorial lamppost, there to be displayed for public viewing, hanging there till they rot and the stink wafts for blocks, exemplifying the stench they carried with them through their life. Oh right, the guillotine.
Here's why we are afflicted with these types in these times. Who could imagine a Harvard Law Professor putting the word 'asshole' in the title of a book? Who could imagine him quoting Kant and Rousseau at the same time, in a book entitled “Assholes, a Theory”. Anyone missing the irony here is probably unfamiliar with the works of these authors. I'll leave the uncanny inclusion of Hobbs for the entertainment of any of our resident pseudo-intellectuals. Speaking of assholes, how about this grand prize winner? How come he didn't get the Nobel Peace Prize?
Back in the day, I used to fantasize about my Playboy interview. This is back when I still thought I had a shot at some kind of routine celebrity and I would think about the clever, insightful and controversial things I could say. It was not a large jump from there to getting the Nobel Prize for literature. To show you how dense I was at the time, I thought that prize was a distinct honor. Now, as the years have passed and one asshole after another got a Nobel Prize, many of which were slanted to Tribe members in pursuit of legitimacy; a goal that will never be attained, I view all of these things differently. Ignominy awaits these miscreants and big changes are in the wind and here's a second wind on that. Apparently Obama has tumbled to the reality of his pending assassination, at the hands of those who killed Kennedy and also did 9/11, among all kinds of other things. I use this particular link, out of all of those available because of the entertaining commentary in the thread. These things have all been made possible by the abject stupidity, greed and capacity for mindless frenzy on the part of the Mr. Potatohead contingent, proliferating through western culture, which by this time should be on a glass slide, or in a Petri Dish and... what do you know? Here we are. Well, it's not all bad news; next paragraph-
It is my considered opinion that in cloistered confines, in the halls of power, around the world, there are any number of conversations taking place and they all have the same theme. Something has to be done about humanities most pernicious enemy. Yes, I can feel this happening and I know who is provoking it. Yes, it is Mr. Apocalypse; given that yet again, 84% of the Israeli population supported Operation Pillar of Shit-Golems. This is a downgrade from the 94% that supported Operation Cast Lead. I want to point something out here. These genocidal incursions have nothing to do with security or defense, that's just the BS excuse and one needs to keep in mind that every conflict was initiated and made to happen by the world's number one aggression nation. If a conflict takes place, they made it happen but... I'm digressing. None of this has anything to do with security or defense. Elimination, subjugation, exile and extermination are the point and they are dying to make it happen and- with your permission- they will.
There goes Mr. Visible, hammering on the SOS again. Can't he pick a different subject? Why are we subjected to this on what seems like every day? You are subjected to this because I am subjected to the egregious indifference of a stoned and stupid population that thinks getting hosed is a blessed and religious experience. After all, it says that in The Bible doesn't it? Maybe my eyes are not entirely open but they are open enough to know that we got to carry that weight, on just about every level of human experience that is unpleasant. I see it and I feel it and not all of the phony apologetics that show up around here and say, “It's not them”. “It's the Vatican”, or "it's only a few of them", when few and none, is the criticism coming from those who are not all of them and should be saying something and are saying nothing; nada, well... maybe you see my dilemma.
You see, eventually we got to deal with this and also this, which is the same thing and it all ties into being allowed to do this because the religion of materialism is Satanism and we know whose religion is geared to that ...because we know something about history and maybe some of you don't mind following the Judas goat through the paddocks, out on to the killing floor but I do. Maybe you don't care about yourself but I do. I do. I have to live in this world, at least for some while longer and I will not turn my head from the obvious and horrific offenses, committed on the human race by those who are not human.
In the realm of materialism, there are lots of apps, to fill that vacant space in your heart; of course, they will not fill it. Why are there no spiritual apps? Why are there no apps for what really ails us? Shopping can be deadly, especially when you are looking for deep discounts. Stealing is not permitted, unless it is done by the major thieves, 'steal a loaf of bread and they hang you. Steal a country and they call you a patriot'. No, I'm not going to lay off on bringing something up again and again because, until people wake the fuck up, I am not going to sleep. You have my word on that. As long as crap like this continues, I'm not going to shut up.
Lately, I am hearing self indulgent expressions of male insecurity about liberated women. They got that Henry Makow virus; put the bitches in skirts because they are the permanent underclass. If you don't have the class or the stones to win a woman's heart and heal the condition that brought about all of this anger and resentment then you are no man anyway. The divine feminine is rising, so, get used to it. Part of the negative aspect of the changing on the age, into an Aquarian mindset, is the epidemic of 'Gay' copouts because the responsibility of straight is too much to bear. Switching to gay means less responsibility and is also a direct manifestation of materialism and I saw that in my early acid trips. The whole mall consciousness was fueling sexual ambiguity. This is not to say that everyone with that attraction is wrong in their expression because that is a phase we all pass through and it can tend to come about through over sensitivity to certain things. I got no problem calling them as I see them. However, putting your divinely gifted rod where excrement flows, should be a clarification on what people just don't want to admit. That is a hard, cold reality and I recommend that everyone read Tom Wolfe's amazing article, “Oh Rotten Gotham, Sliding down the Behavioral Sink”. You want to understand the whole Gay phenomenon, along with a host of other temporary sewer slides, read that story; that's reality. You're living in it.
During my time in Hawaii, I heard most days from frustrated men, about how hysterical and messed up the women on the island were. I won't argue that point. I witnessed it. The goddess thing was really funny. I wrote a song about it called “I'm a New Age Twinkie” and hopefully Sim will put that as “song of the day'. However, I also met and interacted (grin) with some pretty incredible women and all through my life, I have been fortunate enough to have met some real winners. I'll point out that what exists in America is not the same in Europe. If you can't find a woman who meets your criteria; supposing you can meet hers, then Europe will suffice. The nut job syndrome tends to be more extreme the further west you move in the US. By the time you get to Hawaii it is really out there but... that's you too. You make that the way it is. You are the other end of the equation and for every messed up woman, I ran into, I met at least one messed up man who has some idea of entitlement. You're not entitled to anything but what you earn. You get what you are! You get what you are! Your lessons are tied to your idea of what is real, counterpointed by what you want. There are all kinds of incredible women out there, try being an incredible man and see what happens.
Well, folks, I segued out of one thing and into another and they are both connected. Get a clue and get a grip. It's like that masturbation joke. This guy had a problem with jerking off, so he went to the doctor and told him about it. The doctor told him it was a matter of his way of dealing with it that made it impossible to control and that next time he had the urge, he should take his dick into his hand and simply say, “Die! Die!”. So he went home and, typically, was watching some porn and wanted to ease the pressure. He took his dick in his hand and remembering the doctor said, Die! Die! Die! Diety diety diety diety, oh yeah! Diety diety diety die”.
'I'm a New Age Twinkie' is track no. 10 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'
Last night's radio show is up for streaming.
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 14:24
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Dog Poet Transliterating.......
May your noses always be on good terms with your ears.
For some reason ...and it is not my department. It is becoming increasingly more difficult to ratchet up a terror attack. It's the same thing with assassinations, trigger points and assorted, false flags. It has to be hi-tech when you only get wounded. No, I'm not saying this is what that was. I am saying it was engineered. Originally I had a BBC report, where the news-lady (she's no lady) was trying to do a 'leading the witness ' thing, although it seemed not everyone was in on what was going on. Too bad I don't still have that link because there was a guy being rolled away on a trolley who looked like he had been sent in from Central Casting and where the fuck is Archduke Ferdinand? “Yo Dukester! I like your assemblage. Maybe you and Hilarious Clinton can do some flamenco Dancing with the Stars!
Oh darling, there are strange winds blowing all to Hell and gone. Do you need perspective on the size of The Congo? It is the size of Western Europe. Think there might be shit in there that the bankers want. Ever heard of Coltan? It be for mobile phones. The 8 most developed countries all speak Germanic languages. I believe I have pointed out, at some time earlier, that Deutsch is the international language of economics. Vas ist dis in meine pocketsy, ya! Dis is Yiddish.
You think, there might be some shit in the ground ♫down in jungle land♫? Ya think? Alright then, crank up those engines of war, so I can go and get me some more. I remember reading about the women who were bringing this element, to wherever it goes, from the mines and they would have these cloth bags on their backs that were filled up with the item and held on their backs by a rope that went across their forehead. They say that many of them had a permanent indentation in that location, to the degree of a quarter of an inch. You keep that in mind the next time you are texting Snuggle Humpers about your next bareback rodeo session.
Yeah, that insidious wench over at the BBC was talking to this Israeli, Harvard student. It's just part of the process to be Ivy League, which has fraternal twisted sister action, with The Bush League; if you catch my drift. You can't help but to get all teary eyed and even deliquescent, when you come across something like this, shoehorned through your unicorn prong-hole. It makes you want to take a walk with The Walrus and the Carpenter, when you make the connections between the different leagues. No! Man! I do not want to go sideways Sunday today and today is not Sunday and I be I and I. And you be you and you and you too.
So... they're chillin' or killing in The Congo. It depends on only a few letters exchanged, in the space, in the absence, in the place where maybe they lived once .
I have a thing about Thanksgiving. I have a deep and voluminous love for Thanksgiving because I am all about gratitude. I try to remember all the things I am grateful for, in a life that I don't think anyone else would want, given the prior itinerary. I am especially grateful that I am not like some people. I plan on being grateful tomorrow. Most people don't know how much they should be grateful for but they will find out at some point, if expressing gratitude is not their strong point. I'm going to tell you a cosmic secret. It will take with the people it applies to and the rest will gloss over it, or forget it. We will not forget it because it is critical to our mission. It is one of the weapons in our arsenal. As Lao Tzu said, “Compassion is a weapon from the sky against being dead”. That secret is, being grateful creates more reasons for you to be grateful.
We wish all of you a day of remembering and gratitude, as opposed to a day of eating and drinking and shopping and also killing, as the case may be, in the day to day of some people. We apologize for the brevity and say, “Unleash the Levity”!
A most Happy Thanksgiving to you all and may your every returning year, routinely make you ever more grateful.
Visible sings: ♫ Something Good (is Coming Soon) ♫
'Something Good(is Coming Soon)' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's 2002 album
'911 was an Inside Job'
Lyrics (pops up)
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 21:34
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be noses.
The radio show is now available for streaming.
I love the smell of unbridled hubris, burning in the morning. Bennie- ampheta-mine, Shitwityahoo is all cranked up with somewhere to go. The dark God he works for, is on his back about the blood drinking sands. The entities that live in the sands, are howling for blood and Shitwit hasn't been producing those quality numbers that the hungry underlings, beneath the dry, ocean bed floor, want more of. ♫I want them all. I want them all. I want them all and I want them now♫ Shitwit is also being pressed, unmercifully by himself. All of his bad qualities are ganging up on him and he's losing sleep. They be sayin' “Bennie, Bennie my man! “Let's getter done” you and me and the redneck, cable guy can put a Wal-Mart worthy ass whip on those people we're pretending to be. If they ain't there anymore, we got no competition. You can do it Bennie! Let's face it, you don't care how many people you kill. You wanna increase the power? Increase the deaths! You go girl! Bennie! Bennie, what am I, chopped liver? No Bennie, they're chopped liver! Wait a minute, don't chop those livers, we need them for our strong-arm, organ donor network”.
Bennie's hearing it from all sides. Ehud Barackandroll, is screaming in his ear. “Ve vant ze body count! Ve want ze body count. Bennie! Call out ze Jets! Wal-Mart can get you economy cans of Whoop-Ass wholesale! Cheaper than stolen! Bennie! This ain't no gun in my pocket. I really am glad to see you! Bubbie-Bennie, ve got to mow ze lawn. Ver are ze carpet munchers!!! Ver are the carpet munchers! Tel Aviv is gay Paris of the East! Ver are the carpet munchers! Bennie!!! Ve need to mow ze lawn! Ve need to munch ze lawn!”
Then there's the 94% that supported the last little genocidal excursion. They were con-greeeeeeegating on the hills over the massacre grounds, drinking their martinis, stirred and shaking, singing Hava la Gila Monster and doing touchdown bumps, with no yellow flags. The only good Palestinian, is a mulched Palestinian. I'm surprised they don't have mobile, surgical ambulances, accompanying the ground troops and armor, so they can get those organs on the spot. It's like the Central Banker's do; profit from every end of the equation. Heck, Rothschild built a lot of the important infrastructure. You know they got a body count investment and they want those high end, Franklin Fund returns. Bring in a Palestinian with organs and you get a free toaster! What! They're a bank. The organs are really only on loan anyway. Of course, there's a problem with the return because the principal cannot be reached but hey! It's all good.
What do you know? “Report this petition as inappropriate” is back up on the website. Yes, it's already up at the top of the page, courtesy of Sim (Shady) but you can't say it too much. It's like “Ve need to mow the lawn”! It's like this little puppy here (good doggie). You can't say it too much. “Ve need to mow ze lawn”! Ver are ze carpet munchers! Vas is dis, Astro-turf? Mow it anyway”! Just goes to show you need to be hands on proficient. You don't know that, with all this climate change and weird, inexplicable things, that that Astro-turf won't grow some night under the dark of the moon, It's always dark of the moon there. Uh, what moon? Warren Moon?
Let's be honest with ourselves. Not many other people can manage it. They like doing this shit. It gets them off. I know you're thinking, “How can that be possible? That is some sick shit”!. I agree but sick shit is a growth industry. Like cancer. Damn! Cancer is a double-entendre, growth industry. Yes, they like what they do. They are champing at the bit to do it. They green-light shooting 10 year old girls, on their way home from school and then confirm the kill, with a few more rounds, up close and personal. Then they get acquitted by their own courts. They blow away 14 year old girls, hanging their laundry on a rooftop. All this is just for sport and resultant from the boredom of the day to day, along with inbred spite and basic meanspiritedness. They can't get no action. They have to go out into the hinterlands and launch rockets against themselves, just to provide some motivation. The land is calling too. Some stolen land, always wants more stolen land. Land for a people who aren't people, from a people who owned the land and then got evicted from it.
It's not every nation that can call themselves an aggregate of true, butt-hole surfers. They're the ass-raping bandits of the apocalypse (shame I can't use that as a title, too provocative. Do I look fat in this negligee? Course, when I add a skateboard, it makes all the difference.)
I got to give these guys recognition. They are not getting their due. You got to give The Devil his due, especially when it really is The Devil. I mean, like father like son right? Do you think maybe I'm exaggerating this whole thing? I know for sure that I am not but it's all a matter of opinion and degrees of being informed. Some people don't want to be informed because it puts a certain responsibility on them and most people don't want that particular brand of responsibility but I can see people are waking up. They're getting outraged all over the planet and, of course, this outrages Shitwit. That Anti-Semite thing just isn't working any more. I consider it a badge of honor. Not because they are Semites. They are not. It's simply a matter of the term. People should be able to say, “You know what? You are absolutely right and thank you for saying it. I was hoping you would. The truth is Anti-Semitic. You went ahead and made my day and I'm not even Clint Eastwood but then... neither is he so, whatevah”...
Meanwhile, Ariel Sharon is still in a coma. The beached whale, sleeps in situ, beneath the blood stained sands, esoterically speaking. He's not around and there's some kind of Karma working out there. All his compatriots are in a moral coma. Whatever happened to Unzipit Livi? She was a hoot, a real budding Madeleine Albright. When Madeleine found out she was a Tribe member (who knew?), the first thought that moved from her cottage cheese ass, to her reptile brain, was, “so that's why I said that thing about those half a million Iraqi children. Who knew”? In his gut bustingly funny book, called “Filth”, Irvine Welsh has the main character, often referring to doing a Judy Dench in his pants. It's a flatulence reference. I call it a Madeleine Albright. Great minds tend to think along similar lines. Madeleine's an interesting 'specimen' (why she's in the Petri Dish), also a bit of a junkie. She has Iraqi children ground up and then puts them in a hydrolator, till they're crystalline and crunchy and then she chops them up into lines and snorts them. She snorts so much of them that she's got a deviated septum but that ain't her only deviation. I want to see that Madeleine Albright and Donald Rumsfeld sex tape. Twisted, Moi? Get outta here.
Yeah, I know you wish Patrick would do a rendo of this posting but that's in the ethers and, what do you know? So am I? Kidding! I just wanted to give an acknowledgment for all of his hard work and outstanding courage as Snordelhans. He rocks. I wish more people rocked. Then we could rock the house. We could be 'in the house'! We could have it 'going on'. Yeah we could, if only we would. Don't let me be The Lone Ranger out here.
Shitwit and Barackandroll, need a Red Cross truck on permanent standby. They need the blood. Won't you donate a little of your classic indifference today? Make a difference with your indifference! You know you don't care either way so... go for it or, whatevah!
We want credit, where credit is due, even if it's bad credit, something banker's don't usually like but they make up the rules as they go. Rules wouldn't be of much use to them, unless they could make and break them with impunity, whenever they wanted to. It's like controlling the money supply. When you control the money supply, you can buy up all the necessary industries, like the media and entertainment complex. You can't get effective, full-bore propaganda, for the proper cooked gooses, unless you own the propaganda mediums, so that was Job One; take over the media and entertainment complex and then put the arm of the Departments of State and Defense. Oh yeah, buy off or blackmail both houses of Congress . Make sure you always have a cyborg punk, like Rahm 'em Emanuel in the Executive branch, doing a Grima Wormtongue in the Chief of Staff's ear. When he pisses in the Chief of Staff's ear, the Chief of Staff says, “I think it's raining”. Then it's off to the most corrupt, political city in the world, cause, You da man! You da man! You definitely are something though, giving a human equivalent might be a bit of a stretch, if I were prone to understatement.
Put nothing past these blood-stained clowns and you won't be disappointed. Of course you'll be disappointed but you won't be surprised. Now is the time of summing up and the sum of it is the whole of it, on it's way out the door and we won't see it no more.
Okay, my friends, along with the sullen, accidental showups. ♫It's time for my boot-heels to be rambling♫ Radio show up next, he said ,hopefully.
'Cactus Man' is track no. 1 of 8 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'La Vierge Sperme Danceur'
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 12:26
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Dog Poet Transmitting........
May your noses always be cold and wet.
We need a handful of signatures to make this petition go public. I like to think of you and me as Mr. Apocalypse's elves. We could dress up in skin tight black elves outfits, with floppy, pointy hats and elf boots with curled up toes. Mr Apocalypse likes a black ensemble. Maybe a little drama, might accentuate our commitment to the whole process. Conversely we might look like damn fools. Of course, anyone who goes on as if nothing happened, or it doesn't matter if something did, would qualify as a damn fool anyway. Then things go on becoming progressively worse because that is what happens when you don't do anything. Things get worse. Do I have to count the ways or list examples? I don't think so.
Dumb has been raised to an art form in the US. Dumb, mean and senseless are the looming goalposts of Armageddon. The signposts are all up and down the highway and some kind of weird, poetic justice is hammering on the microcephalic pointy heads, who are not wearing elf hats. I ponder what strange and terrible absurdities wait in the wings. Massive rumblings are going on in the wings of the theater of The Grand Guignol. Something with a heavy breathing intensity, is going on about the Benghazi affair(s). Little Georgie Sorrows is losing his mind in a very public and deserving way. Be sure to scroll down the page to see some portion of the terrible horror of it all. Some men are so predictable and truly deserving of what happens to them, when the inevitable comes upon them. We don't see the effect of the inevitable a great deal of the time. The inevitable is a kind of behind the scenes sort of a player. Mr. Inevitable works with Mr. Apocalypse. Mr. Apocalypse makes his way through the disorder of the cluttered and compromised lives, of those who have finally drawn his attention and once he has tapped, or whacked them, with his walking stick, Mr. Inevitable does the followup. Mr Apocalypse lights them up with the aura of their essence and then Mr. Inevitable applies the result that attends that particular composition. Milk spoils and cheese molds. Some things rot. Some things bloom. Route 1 runs through Big Sur, it doesn't go to Fresno. People ought to pay some mind to what highway they are on and where it ends up but they often don't. In some cases they might be clear about the probable outcome but they figure it's worth the risk.
Why we don't see the inevitable and why we are not presented with examples of well deserved justice in the high places of corruption is a mystery but... that mystery is part and parcel of the drama itself. If everything were uniform and predictable, if things always worked out the way they should, when they should (supposing that they don't in fact already do so, when that might be something else we don't see) then there would be no great challenge to anything. The good would be rewarded right off the bat and the evil would be punished, as they should be. It seems not to happen. For my part, I assume this can only imply something I am not seeing, in all the times that my pedestrian mind, by force, or inclination, gravitates to the view that things are just all fucked up and have been for a long time. This gets magnified when I have one of those series of bad days, that come around like clockwork out of the Bad Karma Depository. I don't know the purpose of these days (then again I do, but it won't come to me until later in the post), as I do not know the purpose of a great many things and I don't know these things for a reason. That's what I automatically assume because there are things I don't know and I have the same options as everyone else; to presume I know something I don't know, or accept the obvious that I don't know something, when it is evident that I do not.
This is the initial error made by a huge portion of the human race. They determine that they know what they do not know, or they accept what they are told and that passes for a knowledge that they keep adding to. Most people know that regular consumption of fast-foods will make them sick and eventually kill them. They know this but they don't want to know it so they grant themselves a kind of exceptionalism that frees them (they think) from something they are most certainly not free from.
It's more than passing strange. It's been going on for a long time; this matter of people convincing themselves of things that are not true. Today I read about the ongoing tale of Arthur Topham in Zionist, Communist controlled Canada. Telling the truth is considered hate speech and so long as they control the money supply, they can bribe the legislators, in various countries, to make laws that protect them and remove everyone else's rights. That this is happening is beyond question. That control of the money supply makes this possible, is beyond question. Unfortunately, in this day and age, a great many corrupt tools came into this world to serve the forces of evil. There are also some amount of good men and women. They are not allowed anywhere near the reigns of power. Useful idiots are shoehorned into the roles of functionaries, who carry out the policies of monsters.
Anyone can see what has happened to the police forces, since they have been being trained by the monsters. Deep in this minestrone are a lot of unwilling souls who find themselves going along with the program. At some point, their conscience will not allow them to continue further. We wait upon that day and all of us engaged in the struggle to not become monsters, while we expose the monsters, know that our work is not in vain. As has been said before, “The only thing necessary for evil to prosper is for good men to do nothing”. Edmund Burke, I believe. Our principal difficulty is in knowing precisely what is wrong and what is right and committing ourselves, against all odds to the proper course of thought, speech and action. It can get murky and don't get me started on moral relativism.
There seems to be some kind of ancient consciousness that actually lives within the sphere of flush money. I've seen it time and time again; what it does to people. Very few, I observe, escape the wearing of that cloak of venality and self interest, to the exclusion of and sometimes the detriment of their fellows. I am not suggesting that many people with a lot on money do not deserve it. They most certainly do. They worked hard for their money and I have also see the lazy and endlessly self justifying, who whine about how unfair the world is and won't put their shoulder to the wheel. Of course, you also need to be circumspect, intelligent and bold. It's been said that “fortune favors the bold”. I don't know, I've been pretty bold and I have no fortune (grin). I know, I get it, I get it... except when I don't get it.
I watch a lot of movies. I do it while I'm writing because, otherwise I probably wouldn't get to do it. I've managed to read all five books of “A Song of Ice and Fire”, while having lunch over recent months. I engage in a certain amount of communion, when I awaken and while I await the dream boat coming over the horizon of my departing consciousness. Although my life appears disorganized to some, it is organized in it's own way. I can hardly see a movie anymore that doesn't make some reference to The Tribe and how mistreated they are, or were (uh huh), or what really decent and good people they are. It's getting nauseating.
Unlike so many people, who are so deeply immersed in the dream state, I got electrocuted by the cosmic tazer on several occasions and then, a lot of what followed I didn't have much say about. This also leaves me in a wide wasteland, most of the time, caught between two forces that are vying for my attention. I can mistake who is talking to me on occasion but it doesn't amount to any lasting harm. What it amounts to is my having to have be put through unpleasant changes to come to a realization. This is the reason so many people get immersed and stay immersed in the dream state. Coming out the dream state can be hard and involves rising from level to level of awareness. I am led to believe there is no real end to that. Of course there are states of relative, transformative finality, where the door closes behind you and you can never go back again to where you were. I would say that one of the most difficult things about all of this is the aloneness but... you're never alone, it just seems that way. It's kind of like becoming a star in the sky, or maybe a black hole, in some cases (grin).
Well, I digressed all over the place again. I'm in one of those unsettled states, where I jump at every sound and nothing works and there is a heavy hand, pressing down on me. I am under the impression that this has to do with some pending change and in order for me to pass through it successfully, my papers have to be in order; so to speak. One of the cardinal errors that many people make (I've made it), is to think that the universe hates you and that these period are negative punishment zones. Actually what they are, is you being given a leg up on to a ladder, something with a handhold, that you can't reach on your own. Once one is capable of looking at every event in their life, as a positive transiting condition, your progress will be exponential, by comparison with how it was before. I've been getting a real taste of this lately and have been, over the course of the last several years. You get to know yourself pretty good under the circumstances and not always in the most flattering of lights but, like most things arcane and mysterious, there's a lot more to them than we might suspect, except when there is nothing to them at all; as if a mystery simply unraveled and left you standing there on your own; hope that makes sense.
Well, the bad guys look to be on the verge of doing a lot of bad things. That would be par for the course. The Crass Media is obfuscating with what should be transparent lies. I don't know what shape the outcome will take but I think the whole world is tired of this shit, so maybe this time, it will catch fire and give us some ashes to ashes and dust to dust in a cleansing way, that allows this new age to actually come into being, once those entrenched in the old age have had their rendezvous with Mr. Apocalypse.
'Back in the World' is track no. 3 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 17:55
Monday, November 12, 2012
Dog Poet Transiting.......
May your noses always be on your face.
(This weekend's radio show is now available for streaming).
Sometimes we have to address things that are unpleasant but... less unpleasant than the tactics that brought the subject to our attention. This has been taking place in the formerly democratic states of America and also in the land of the financial masters, The UK. I travel around and one of the things that happens with me, is that I see things out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I don't have to see it out of the corner of my eye, like when I was catching the little mind confetti about The UK. Sometimes it hits me smack between the eyes, accompanied by olfactory enhancements, as if I were in the VIP section of a lower East Side defacatorium; not that I've ever been in one but we're talking peripheral input again. A lot of what goes down in the passing of an age, due to the corruption and decadence that pretty much requires a passing of the age, at a certain point, can be nauseating, due to the exposure tactics of Mr. Apocalypse, who arrives on the scene to damn well make it clear to us, how deeply in denial we are about so many things. It is made effectively clear as a result of the degree of pain necessary to wake our asses up, because by some inexplicable and mysterious process, our brains somehow wound up located (seated) there.
I am no fan of bombast or pretentious and empty ceremony, especially when it results in support for continuous, unnecessary torment, torture and bloodshed. It is the perpetuation of this odious shit that makes support for these things, indifference to them and ignorance about them, a crime. You keep your mouth shut and your head down and sooner or later, you will be marching through something you would rather not be marching through, because it wasn't important enough to you to take responsibility for a country you say you Love. Love gives a shit. If you don't, or you're prepared to reflexively waffle in what you miss-perceive as some form of self interest, it ain't love, it's some kind of convenience, some kind of mailed in affection, some kind of fatuous air-kiss and then you do lunch, or each other; who cares? Anyone who doesn't understand about how the military operates needs to go watch “Full Metal Jacket”. That's a pretty good exposition of what's going on. However, the Hallmark Greeting Card image we get is anything but that.
I was watching the games on Sunday, alongside whatever it is that I do most of the time and there's this commercial for The Marines, filled with sound and fury and signifying bullshit. It's all about running into trouble, to help some poor unfortunate people, whose resources the bankers want to steal. The idea is that they run into trouble and then the voice over asks, “Which direction would you run in”? All these wars of recent memory, have been the result of a nasty, calculated piece of work by some real villains. This is the truth. Turn your head, ♫row your boat merrily down the stream♫ wave your tired and compromised flags and strangle your conscience on the bunting and banners. It doesn't change what is. Just keep telling yourself that somehow it's all fine and the way it has to be. We'll see about that. Even now they are building the new gulags because that is what they do. That is what they have done before. It's a consistent and repeating pattern. It's what they do. What is referenced here is only a small portion of the evidence presented by many sources. Anyone can find these things, should that be of any importance to anyone.
All through the games and now streaming through this one, in Chicago, as I watch it this AM, are these pathetic displays of patriotism. They parade 92 year old veterans down the field. They show a veteran touching the names on a Vietnam war memorial. Soldiers stand on ascending steps and fire blanks into the air, as a demonstration of prowess, not unlike a sterile, GMO fed prole, firing his own blanks. Nature is embarrassed at the possibility of any more of them. You can see the generations dying out, like they have done in preceding cultures that were dying out and did die out. Of course sometimes, like in Carthage, they just burned it to the ground and sowed the fields with salt.
I understand what it says in the Bhagavad-Gita about there being “nothing better for a warrior than a righteous war”. The operative word here is 'righteous'. There's been nothing righteous about any of these wars. They have all been mercenary actions for venal gain. You can be tired of hearing about this. You can not want to hear about this; given that a certain onus is placed upon you, as the result of knowing. You can follow your dick wherever it wants to go, playing pocket pool with one hand and fondling a bottle of Rohypnol with another. You do what you do because it's a numbers game and maybe something or other won't get around to you; maybe. Or you can do what so many of the people responsible for all of these things do and that's to put yourself in a position, where you are orchestrating or assisting in the conflicts and have made yourself too vital and important to serve in the violence you get paid to engineer, like Dickhead Cheney and all the rest of the Chickenhawks, who have the capacity to do things that no decent heart and no rational mind, would tolerate. They continue to walk among us, untouched by retribution and unmoved by any sense of conscience.
You who wave these tawdry emblems of a bankrupt patriotism are responsible for this. You useless eaters and sensation seeking automatons, masturbating to the bloody fantasies of life, as detached video game, like the perpetual adolescents, at their drone control boards, gunning down women and children and farmers in the field; insulated musicians who perform for craven politicians, who take their orders from bankers. No living entity is more damned and demented than the central bankers, who wallow in the steaming carnage of the dead.
♫When Johnny comes home still and prone♫ Then you can put that photo they took when he graduated from basic training and stick it on the mantelpiece to remember his sacrifice by; his sacrifice to the twisted dreams of bankers. He died for the profit of bankers and THAT IS ALL HE DID!
You find out things about yourself when you've been turned into a killing machine that screams, “Kill”! till their throat is raw on the practice fields, before it goes into real time and you soon enough get so fucked up and scared that you do something you are never going to forget, or you make it back with all your important parts missing and spend what remains of your life shooting junk into your veins; Oorah!!!
Lots of people get pissed when they hear this kind of thing. They got that 24 caret investment in the time dishonored lies. They can't bear to look the whole sick situation in the face. They have to opt out for the soiled dreams that are fed into their minds, by the ones manipulating them, because having to see the truth of it ruins everything. Having to see the truth of it, means having to be responsible for your part in it, for sending your children off to die for the fucking bankers, who also destroyed your economic system, thereby erasing your jobs and then rigged the housing market, so that they could take your house. Why don't you just cut to the chase and have “Fuck Me”! tattooed on one ass cheek and “Kill me”! tattooed on the other and just get into the habit of walking around with no pants on. You might want to have “And” tattooed just below the sacral plexus. You don't want the predators to have to wonder if there's some kind of either or choice. You need for them to know that you're going for the whole enchilada, given that you are the enchilada.
I'll tell you what I see when I see the commercial of some young, handsome black man, walking around his neighborhood, in a uniform, all TV-enhanced as a local hero. I see a chump. I see a fool who still didn't get his forty acres and a mule. I see someone who likes to threaten to riot because they got some kind of a black man in The White House, who is hosing them just like every other color of man before him but they are too dumb to see it. The symbolic effect is enough for them. There's little difference between Obama and Shortpants, dumber than rock, Bush except that Obama likes to get blown by men like Bush and Bush likes to get ridden by James Gannon, while Karl Rove watches, or waits his turn, I don't know which and I don't care either. One MKUltra, Tavistock rendered troll is like any other.
Primitive tribes have rites of manhood. Civilized societies often don't have them. The military serves for that. If you don't die, or wind up in a wheelchair, they still want you in a willing position to take orders. They want that embedded discipline to be happening. You've marched off the battlefield, maybe, now you can march by the long route to the grave. You were born for a higher destiny. The available promise of what is possible for you, lies by the side of the road, where you discarded any consideration of it. You may not know about all this now but you will at some point. You will.
'Bush Family History Lesson' is track no. 5 of 10 on Visible's 2002 album
'911 was an Inside Job'
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 13:45
Friday, November 09, 2012
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet, or I'll get suspicious (grin).
I can't mention Mr. Apocalypse often enough for my tastes. He's putting his back into it! He's rowing with a will and hammering on the waters of substance and experience. Yowsah! Oorah! Marines don't leave Marines behind, or is it, Marine don't mess with Marines behinds? I can't get it straight, probably because I am straight, though somewhat bent, by my continuing adjustments to the world, as well as my need to apologize over and over for not being Politically Correct, which invariably gives me the dry heaves; not the apology but the Political Correctness.
There's several, interesting things taking place. They are all connected behind the scenes. The pedophilia exposures, are dovetailing with an international awareness of the rank odor of Banker Nation's interference in domestic affairs and elections throughout The West and maybe everywhere. It is as if, all on it's own, a clear perception is emerging about civilizations most diabolical enemy. That's Mr. Apocalypse folks. He's not just hammering on the waters of substance and experience. He's hammering on consciousness and comprehension as well. Don't think that those in the cross-hairs of the lenses of exposure don't know about all of this, they do. One might call it almost an animal instinct for pending retribution. It pings on the survival zone, of those for whom material culture, is the be all and end all. Of course, this kind of mindset accounts for all the success on that plane. Whatever you are fully committed to, you succeed at, within the dimensions of the demographic and... given what the archetypal reactions to that particular dance might be.
Let us consider the material world, which most of the people who come here, already recognize as a stage and that we are all players “having our exits and entrances” (scanning... scanning... for errors that a 7th grader wouldn't make. C'mon Visible, get it together!). Yes, most of us know that, “all the world's a stage”. What we sometimes might not know, is that there are boundaries to the perimeters, which are manned by archetypes, who maintain a particular consistency within the geometrical and geographical limitations of the landscape. You can think of these archetypes, as polarities that act upon each other and may at times, resolve into yet another one, from across and between the poles. They are vibrating verities that maintain the conditions of the moment, through all moments that we have. Our ability to recognize the ceaseless interplay, has a great deal to do with whether we succeed in life or fail, according to the true measure of success. It's ain't what it's generally presented as. The usual route of misinterpretation, of what is real, usually results in spectacular failure, or simple generic failure because the usual state of common humanity is a blue plate special of skewed values, which are grafted on to their awareness, by the world that chews them up and spits them out.
Why is epidemic buggery the functioning liturgy of The Catholic Church? Why is just about every religion all fucked up about sex (pun intended)? This accounts for the majority of people being all hung up about sex and censorious of it, as well as fiercely judgmental about the people who are not hung up, unless it's the hedonistic profligacy of those who do all kinds of shit from a position of authority. Confusing people about sex, makes it possible to drive them with the whips of guilt. It is why alcohol is the operative, world-wide comestible. Nothing creates more guilt than alcohol and nothing leaves you in worse situations in the aftermath. An argument can be made in this day and age for Methamphetamine, Cocaine and Heroin, though prescription drugs kill many times more people ...but alcohol is the queen of the day and night. It's all about guilt. Guilt invariably amplifies fear. Fear is a Hell of a motivator, when it isn't intended as a motivation killer.
We could get out of this vicious cycle, if we weren't so susceptible to the carrot and the stick. We just keep motoring along for the unreachable carrot, while guilt and fear whip our asses onward. Where's the serenity in that?
It's been mentioned here, a time or two about the historical record, as mutilated and reconstructed as it may be. Most people don't have a deep sense of history. They are unread about huge swaths of time, though they might be somewhat aware of some of the many, many hideous circumstances that have gone down over time. Those of us who are, perhaps, a little more aware of things, like violent invasions, revolutions ...and things like the trench warfare of WW1 and any number of disasters that were telegraphed ahead of time... we ask ourselves, why did they hang around, given what followed? Sure, in some cases they were hemmed in but, in many cases they were in a position to get out of Dodge. They did not do this and you can trace nearly all of that inaction to some form of attachment. This is what keeps people consistently hanging around for their own torment and demise. It's what gives people a mortal perspective in the first place. Most people have no clue whatsoever what is possible for them. The potential is limitless. The potential is measurably limitless, whatever that means (grin).
I've mentioned the capacity for objective awareness and reasoning many times. I've done so because it is a very important ability to possess. The world and those who serve it, are much engaged in compromising people's ability to exercise objective awareness and reasoning. They are engaged in imprinting false information to begin with. After a time, the mind tends to accept total lies, simply because they are ubiquitous and so often repeated. You have to question everything. One of the reasons I was so enamored of psychedelics, for such a long space of time, was because they acted like a rocket booster that blew me right out of the confines of what is (as far as I am concerned) known euphemistically, as normal life. WTF is that? Now, until very recently, I hadn't taken psychedelics for a couple of years but much earlier on, I took them every chance I got because I did not want to be trapped in the world I saw around me. Given my persistence on various levels, relentlessly, I am now not trapped in this common world, either physically or consciousness wise. It's there but I'm not. I can't say one hundred percent of the time but I don't say 100% about anything, usually.
The level of spite and “fuck you, no matter how it makes me look” is a feature of these transforming times. Dreadful irony prances like a demented peacock in people's faces and... do they get it? Maybe something like this is responsible. Well, I will present with verification an uncomfortable truth and implore all of you to adopt the Boy Scout motto as a visceral reality. Be prepared, should 100% of the time, dictate, “be aware' as well”.
Lies are manufactured by the hour, quite often to support failed and indifferent product, as if telling you something is good, makes it so. I saw this piece of crap and it 'ranks' with the worst of the series ever to hit the big screen. It's muddled, confusing, plot challenged and poorly directed. The death of M got the kind of treatment you would give to some bit player who was in for a moment and out for another. Obviously, if you are a film buff, this piece of excrescence couldn't occupy the same room with the recent remake of Casino Royale. The only good thing you can say about it was that Javier Bardem showed some decent acting chops, independent and apart from all the bad writing and all the other abortions of the process. Why did I digress like this into some seemingly unrelated thing? Is it unrelated? Did you question my assumption based on my experience of the film? Good. Question everything, except the fact that there is an indefinable unity, underlying all things. Of course you are welcome to question that too. I don't, not no way and not no how and that is why I don't have to stand around confused about all the multiplicities, vying for singularity, like shooting gallery Jack in The Boxes and neither do you, unless that's part of your way of doing things and getting done at the same time.
(scanning... scanning for something less than a 7th grade effort in this unremarkable post... scanning. Damn! Get it together! Be a man! Go ahead, whip it out and wave it around. Why do you think they made trench coats in the first place?) I'm amusing myself. You can take that any way you like. Since I don't know how you like to take it and since I don't want to have to give reign to my imagination, in that regard, I'll just whistle on past the graveyard here and hope The Headless Horseman don't show up. I did used to get compared to Ichabod Crane but not in a long time now. The tale says he moved to another country and became a judge.
♫When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, Let it be♫ (scanning... scanning). So, my suggestion is to never accept anything, until it proves itself to you. In the Yoga Aphorisms of Patanjali (I prefer the Alice Bailey edition, though those of you who get all worked up about Lucis Trust might not) there is reference made to restraining the Chitta. This is a lot like my practice of snorting, when thoughts enter your head, given you don't know the provenance or what internal airport they took off from. This leads to an unbroken flow of knowledge, transmitted from the object under consideration. This is what I mean by never accepting anything until it proves itself to you. It will and you should remember that this is the time of Mr. Apocalypse. Familiarize yourself with what he does. Many of us think ourselves familiar with all of his aspects but make sure, look into it. Make yourself aware that he is in action right now and profit from the positive aspect of his multi-dimensional activities. There are positive aspects and you are personally on his mind. Get that mind meld operational.
'Camouflage' is track no. 8 of 8 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'La Vierge Sperme Danceur'
About this song (pops up)
There will be a pre-scanned radio show this weekend.
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 15:15