Saturday, May 31, 2014

Out of the Echoing Darkness the Avatar is Coming.

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Predictable trends in logarithmic expansion continue. This is quite similar to a recent event in Garden Grove. You may soon expect the unexpected callers at the homes of the rich. This is pretty much a given. Speaking of crime, how about a shout out to the Blue Meanies? Here's some more 'protect and serve' coupled with absolute stupidity and juxtaposed by a horrific indifference. Whether it is the ubiquitous infiltration of Israeli instructors and policy, or whether it is a matter of collective possession by demonic entities, the police are now uniformly (pun intended) and reflexively brutal.

It's official, I have nothing but contempt for Edward Snowden. Previously the jury was out. I didn't particularly like or dislike him but after the self serving crap he recently said and his pandering for Howdy Doody, proving he's an utter moron or a tool; most likely the latter since he can't be lacking in intelligence given his former means of employment, though anything is possible... well, I've no more to say on the matter. He says he destroyed all the files. Does that make any kind of sense whatsoever? Then he mentions seeking to evade possible torture by the Russians. Were I Putin I would throw him out on his ass; ungrateful prat. Here's a steaming load of bullshit meant to fog up the mirrors about 9/11

One of the players in the Israeli orchestrated 911 attacks, Michael Bloomberg, wants Snowden prosecuted for something which, whatever it was, was nothing compared to what Bloomberg and his cronies in Israel did.

The war against culture and sanity continues as gay head of The Interior, Sally Jewell sets in motion statues and memorials for distinguished gays.  Yeah... modesty is on track to become a crime with the younger set  Every single one of these multipronged efforts are designed to stick a fork in it. The PC juggernaut roars down the pike, interfering in every area of human interaction.

I'm going to sidestep away from this ongoing train wreck for a moment and give some notice to a couple of artists out there who are spreading the word, albeit in the first case the statement is quite strong but it doesn't hold a candle to what is pumped out by rap on a daily basis. Here we see Bob Rylett venting  Bob's written a lot of interesting tunes about 9/11 and related matters. Now for something from my favorite unknown maestro, Scott Armstrong, banging on the Jew's Harp but it's mostly what he does after this that trips me out. He's gigging in Goa most every year. This guy can sing like no one I have been up close with or sang with ever before and he plays everything like it came out of the womb with him. I'm expecting a visit from him shortly and that will be one of the high points of this year for me. He's some kind of an inexplicable channel and when you watch him you know something other than only him is coming through. Every now and again I feel like giving a little publicity to people I appreciate and/or admire. Now back to whatever it is I'm doing here.

I HAVE TO post this again. It is the single most riveting piece of news I've run across in a long while  How can this possibly be being blacked out on the catamite media? It has to break through at some point and when it does? Holy shit (pun intended)! What does this tell us about the majority of those at the top of the tier in politics, religion and entertainment? We know Lord Mandelson is deep into this kind of thing and obviously Jimmy Saville was highly placed. Here's the thing, you got the high profile players like The Popes, the business leaders, the politicians and entertainers and then... then you got the highly disciplined black magicians that are the minders for each and everyone of them. In some cases these are visible entities and maybe we ought to pay more attention to the social gatherings of these twits and who attends. In some cases the entities are invisible and have been precipitating evil outward into the manifest for a good long while, in some cases centuries. When you go traveling about in the invisible realms, everything comes down to personal motivations and intentions. This very quickly attracts to you those whose job descriptions fit with what you are after, regardless of whether you know what that is. they certainly do. Before I continue to the concluding thoughts, which is why I went into this---

...Let me point out what appears to be behind that startling declaration about Pope's and sundry. This should give anyone a great deal of thought and put into perspective what the motive engine behind all of this is. I don't know any more than most about any of this but it makes you wonder. Now back to where I was, with the other, which came out of this consideration of the utter depravity of the rich and powerful.

Although it is definitely not common knowledge, it is one of the tenets of 'ageless wisdom' that somewhere around every 2200 years, an avatar shows up to sweep the planes clean of all the evil operatives who have been in business and growing in power and influence, ever since the previous avatar came around. Things are never clear and consistent for very long in The Kali Yuga. In other, more light saturate yugas, conditions are more lasting and over all more benevolent toward harmonious life. It's been so long since we've seen any of that that the very memory of it has vanished from the 'anals' of history. Regardless, further according to 'ageless wisdom', the Aquarian Age, which we are entering with a general and pervasive reluctance and dragging of feet, is supposed to usher in a period of universal brotherhood, or something similar and not so sexist (given that the word police are never far away). In any case, this implies a period that would not be dissimilar to a golden age, somewhere on the horizon, in this seemingly interminable darkness before the dawn.

At present there is all kinds of chaos going on on the inner planes, as the avatar makes his presence felt upon the long entrenched residences of demonic creatures, whose deceptive and parasitical activities have long been a bane upon the lives of all of us. They say a new broom sweeps clean and the avatar has one of those. What we have to keep in mind is the inevitability of this. NOTHING can hinder or arrest the activities of the avatar. His power is supreme and unstoppable. We can call it a fait accompli because, surely, that is what it is. Regardless of the fact that the cosmos operates according to a different clock than that which mortal life and consciousness is familiar with, it proceeds. It may seem inexorably slow and in that sense be disheartening to those of us who are anxious for change, real change, not Howdy Doody change. It's coming. It will arrive. It's is only a question of when and that's something I personally don't know but... it will arrive.

As the avatar comes and... in keeping with the theme of universal brotherhood, it stands to reason that this second coming of Christ, which is analogous with it, will come in the collective hearts of humanity and may not manifest in a single life form such as has been the case in former times, when there was considerably less than almost seven billion people moving about. This is something that I hear internally and have heard for a good long while. Maybe I am mistaken but... we'll see.

Given that this is how it is going to go down, we can look forward to huge leaps in consciousness and awareness in those who are open to or prepared for them. In many other cases it will go unnoticed and even involve a lessening of the consciousness already in place. For many, the manic focus on appetite satisfaction will lead to an increasingly bestial state of expression. Most of this seems, to me, to be nothing more than simple logic; if this is so, then that is so. It's a good time to pay attention and to have a fixed focus, in anticipation of what is to come.

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Saturday, May 24, 2014

The Suffocating Confines of the Matrix of Materialism.

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Here at the cultural blog we like to keep up with timely and newsworthy items that reflect the state of the culture. What else would we be doing? That is why we bring things like this to your attention. Given the level of sewage integration with the cultural soup, you can expect irony to go leaping like a deer out of the forest and on to the winding country road in front of whatever stunted zombie is racing home so that they can... uh... uh... uh...yeah.

Yeah... the word culture... I don't know how accurate that term is any more. What's seriously important these days are things like this and things like that are in fact, the opposite of the claims being made in this article about the Johnny Weir wannabe. They are a protected species. This is closer to what's actually going down. These days to live in any of these worlds you are required to bend yourself out of shape and the more willing you are to do this and to sacrifice all sense of self respect, the more likely you are to continue to be employed. If you've got 'accurate' opinions and viewpoints and they are important to you... you're potentially screwed if discovered in the possession of them. So... if that is your situation, you're either flying under the radar or you've found a way to maintain your existence outside of the suffocating confine of the matrix of materialism. It could be touch and go that way, like it is for me most of the time but... it's far, far more enervating and satisfying than being the victim of relentless corporate buggery from one end of your day to the next.

Here's what's on the menu for the culture and what it expresses itself as is what it is. Doesn't everything? Everything does unless it's pretending to be something other than what it is. There's a lot of that going around these days and more to come because things and people being what they actually are... is a high risk venture. The way the game is played now, you formulate a working projection of what you want to come across as and you exhibit it, even if only for as long as it takes for you to get past the watchers who are just looking for someone to step out of line so that they can elevate themselves by throwing you under the bus. It's a little something like dog eat dog or, conversely, eat shit and die. See... you do have a choice. Neither of these choices are particularly attractive but then neither is the culture it's all taking place in.

For the moment, as the wardens of the culture unscrew your head and detune the wires, before they start dancing on them with all of the alacrity of a drunken sailor wearing ankle shackles, if things are working out, you're probably doing bad things or you've found the groove that maximizes your karma at the most expedient operational level and... if that's the case you've made the important associations and have managed to turn down the chatter to where you can actually hear what's being said by the only voice worth listening to.

You can't get where you really want to go, if you're attempting to integrate with a massive funnel that is sucking everything close to it down into somewhere you don't really want to go but... the aura, the mystique, the fascination factor is huge, if it turns out that you are magnetized by it to any effective degree. This is the effect that anyone serious about getting where they really want to go has to render into quietude because, along the way it will slowly tear you to pieces. Killing you with any kind of expediency would be an act of kindness and this system doesn't do kindness. It's not cost effective. The bean counters and actuaries do not approve. They were hired to squeeze blood out of a stone. They were hired to eliminate all distance between a rock and a hard place. Wiggle room of any kind is undesirable. It provides opportunity for independent thought. This is counter-productive to corporate policy and there's not a hair of difference between Coca Cola and Monsanto. The people that own the profits from the medical industry are the same people manufacturing the foodstuffs that make you sick. There's no real terms to define what these creatures are. We've gone beyond identifiable parameters. What lies beyond? That's a very good question.

What lies within is a more important question. If you measure and define yourself according to what lies without, you will discover nothing useful except increasingly more skillful deceptions which will give you the impression that you are some kind of a player. People like that come down the chute every day, year after year, swollen up with confidence and an exaggerated sense of self that isn't the actual self to begin with and never will be but... in the temporary world of cause and effect it can pass for what's real until what's real comes along, if it ever does.

Only self inquiry leads to true usefulness and true usefulness is the most wonderful condition one can find themselves in. Unless one is prepared to see the truth of this and even desires it more than anything else, one is on a cycle of perpetual delusion about how the universe really works. It's truly odd isn't it? The world at this time is all about the pre-eminence of self interest and those departing from the exercise of it are seen as fools by all the smart and successful movers and shakers. The reality... The true reality of existence is that there is no greater state one can exist in than that of service. Not only is it the most rewarding of all possible occupations, in every sense, but the joy that can be experienced is limitless. How does one explain that to those whose entire world is constructed around satisfying basic impulses over and over and over again? This is how so many are led into acts of greater and greater depravity. This is why those in the shadows do the things they do.

You can't tell people what they don't want to hear. I've mentioned the Buddhas of Infinite Compassion, where in their wisdom they look upon the terrible suffering of so many in the world and realize that there is nothing they can do. It is what it is and we are all given the latitude necessary in order to move through all of the scenarios we need to move through, in order to wake us up and what happens when we wake up? We become servants. We go into service and it is in service that forgetfulness of self is achieved; insofar as that means what it seems to mean. It's kind of how there's the surface teachings that have to do with moral codes and proper conduct. Then there's the teachings for initiates and the whole world as you thought you knew it turns upside down. Nothing means what you imagined it meant. Something like, "first there is a mountain then there is no mountain then there is" What sort of dreams occur in the cocoon and what does the butterfly remember afterwards? Of course we are talking about an entirely different kind of butterfly where the cocoon is the grave. We are, for the very most part, in that cocoon.

Can we actually be alive when we are dreaming? The whole world is filled with dreamers and every dream is the sum of itself based on values and priorities. If these are in order then everything else is in order too and the dream is fast tracked on the road to awakening. Otherwise, well, otherwise is where everyone knows so much, far too much to be able to learn anything contrary to what they are so sure they know, like trying to pour water into a bucket that is already full, or expecting pure water, poured into a bucket of salt water, to change it's composition. That's why one of my mantras is, "I don't know." Sooner or later I'm going to become more efficient at it. It is the most difficult art I have ever personally engaged in. It's the one thing my teacher (whose name I still don't have) kept saying over and over, until it sank to the core of my being but... even so, it has taken a long, long time to implant this ever so simple concept. Part of the reason is that there are stages of unknowing ...and resistance to the truth of it goes deep into the subconscious where all of our automatic and reflexive patterning exists. This is further complicated by the resistance in the subconscious of everyone else because all of our subconsciousnesses are connected. It explains why sages and seers from time immemorial have gone away into seclusion to wrestle with themselves until... until they are able to surrender to the right version. This is what is implicit in The Eighth Trump and why The Seventh precedes it.

Because the essential nature of manifest existence is sexual, quite often the final tests come about through confrontations with the sudden appearances of an opposite. Beautiful women, like a Daughter of Mara materialize in front of you. No doubt beautiful men appear to female aspirants. The key understanding here is the mystery of one's own soul. This explains by inference that term; 'union with the divine'.

We labor our life long for chimera and stability, matched up with the the image we want to project about ourselves, in respect of how it is we wish to be viewed. All this accomplishes is the alienation of those who truly matter to us and the embrace of those we would otherwise avoid... if we knew any better it would be different ...but we don't, because... we don't know. When one achieves union with the divine, everything one wants, as far as the desires of essential nature are concerned, appears accordingly and anything one would ever need to know, is known by the permanent resident, who has known all along but whose authority we have usurped through the reckless enterprises of a supposed free will. The only way to 'keep on rocking in the free world', is to be free of the world and that means not to want any of it because what is meant for us is no longer hindered in its appearance. Being unattached has many benefits but possibly the greatest of them is the arrival of clear vision (Broad Daylight Awareness) because one's vision is no longer compromised by the smoke of unholy fires; 'the fire down below'.

I expect to fail again and again. I expect to err this very day but... what I also expect is that I will seek to recognize my errors and correct them promptly. Even if correction is required ten thousand times ten thousand... never give up. Once your invisible mentor is convinced that you will never cease to aspire and permit all necessary changes, you will be lifted on the wings of angels and sheltered by the very same. Only a true love has the persistence and certitude required to fuel such an endeavor. May each and every heart be flooded with the same and that... with all possible speed.


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Friday, May 16, 2014

The Incredible Lightness of the Invisible Being.

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I'm watching the final performance show of Idol. It 's still cold... unreal... but we learned a long time ago... you persevere. Slowly but surely it comes into shape and when, in that still distant day, when it does come into shape, it's gonna be something, yes indeed but... these things we do in the manifest, they're small change by comparison with the building of the Adytum; the esoteric work that all of our manifest efforts are an incidental extension of. These are the things we do on our way. These are the things that parallel what is important and which renders them and everything else secondary. With that in mind, how can anything seem difficult or trying, when they are all irrelevant to the main act? It is the degree of importance we put on things that causes whatever problems we imagine we are having but... it just moves on, doesn't it? It moves on from whatever it was to whatever it is and then... sometimes before you know it, it's whatever it became after and none of the things that preceded, possess anything like the impact they had at the time they were happening. Even the scariest and most painful episodes, the losses and humiliations, sometimes we forget they ever happened for impressive periods of time.

Sometimes I just laugh, looking back at the jungles and swamps, the quicksand and the green institutional hallways I walked through and sometimes back and forth and up and down in. Before I got locked up the last time, hopefully for the last time, I suddenly knew about 20 minutes before it was going to happen that it was going to happen and at that moment, I was walking through a hallway with those very same green walls and one of my invisible friends came into my head and said, "Yes... it's true, it's going to happen but don't you worry about it, even though you will be surrounded by walls like this for a time. You will walk away from this." The severity of the charges was major, they amounted to a mandatory life sentence and no one had ever walked on something like that before. No one thought I had a prayer. Somehow by miraculous power, I went free. That moment in the courtroom (many moments in that courtroom) is indelibly etched in my mind and I suspect it is also etched on the minds of the others who were there and never saw it coming.

So I have to laugh again at my present situation. I spent much of the day on my knees; probably should have spent a lot more time there in my life than I did (grin) but one thing for sure, willingly or otherwise, this life certainly brought me to my knees and my heart soars with gratitude as I think of the whole kaleidoscopic pastiche of moments gone, remembered and forgotten but still present in some fashion, still a part of the whole enchilada that composes whatever it is that it was. The concrete floor here was never sealed. God only knows how many decades ago it got put it. It's still solid enough but its come apart in places and so I've been repairing it. I've about got that done and so I'll seal it in sections because objects have to be shifted and shifted and shifted. I can hardly describe what it's like here. I remember many years ago living in such a situation. In those days you hardly thought about the lack of creature comforts. I keep thinking of that series of paintings by Thomas Cole.

To me... life really is a movie. It's scripted, within certain margins; allowing for a certain amount of extemporaneous activity. Let's say that it's scripted in several 'potential' directions and each of those directions branch into following directions, as the script writer accommodates to the choices made and avoided. You can definitely up your game at any time. You can change your life, or allow it to be changed. Though it is a simple construct concerning free will, given that we can surrender or resist, each surrender, each resistance, reprograms the whole schematic... so... it has its complexities, that is, unless one completely hooks into one or the other, without any further interruptions.

I've discovered some very surprising things in the course of this adventure. Except for working in restaurants and whatever time it was that I devoted to creative efforts and entertainment venues, most of the rest of the time I worked some variation of construction. I was always a helper or an assistant. I was never a pro but I learned as I went and now I find myself capable of things I had no idea I would be capable of. I never was really capable of them, certainly not in the way I am presently witnessing. It's like I just downloaded it or something. I know things that I didn't know and I'm pretty sure about that. Something very funny is going on. I don't know what it is but I get the suspicion there is a great deal more going on than meets the eye with this whole business.

I can't hammer on gratitude enough. I am probably more grateful for what is not than for what is. I am so grateful I am not in the business of killing people; poisoning people, stealing from people, scamming and conniving for all of the things that so many people want so desperately that their good sense leaves them; maybe they never had any. I'm grateful for all the places I am not and all the people I am not, given that I could have been anyone. All of us have that option; take a wrong turn somewhere and somehow lack whatever it is that one needs to back up or turn around. It's a certainty that we will make mistakes. In my mind it's also a certainty that we sometimes have no choice in the matter. Like I say, it's scripted and sometimes the only way to get where you are supposed to get is for some kind of misfortune or misadventure to fall upon you. Sometimes, depending on whatever your business is, you can get put in all sorts of interesting situations, just for the necessary effect. Of course, we usually don't know what that is until much further on... if ever.

What I have found that works for me, is to let slide every offense, real and imagined, that I was subjected to. For some reason it allows me to feel better about myself. It's as if by letting others off the hook, my own burdens are somewhat lightened in the process.

I think back on people I've known. Some of them had a very easy time of it and as a result they made very little of themselves. They were content with the ride but the ride only went so far and then there was no great motivation to push on. I think having it hard is one of the real blessings that come around but no one would seriously consider that to be true in the process of it. At one point you tell yourself, "well... it will get easier later on." Then it doesn't. It goes on long past the point where you thought it would have ended long ago and you've got nothing to speak of, except what's inside of you. Sooner or later, in the course of aging, you begin to reflect upon what is and is not worth having; what is and is not worthy of pursuit. It's in times like those that you discover you're immeasurably grateful that the only things of value you possess are inside of you and the friendships you made along the way. There's that gratitude thing again.

I feel grateful at the oddest moments. Sometime this afternoon, I found myself suddenly feeling as light as air. I was very happy for no reason whatsoever. I was very light. I almost started singing but that wasn't the right response. There wasn't any right response. It just went on and on. I hadn't learned anything or heard anything and it puzzled me to be feeling so good. Then, as is so often the case these days, one of my invisible friends showed up and said, "Visible, you know how it is when I tell you that some very good things are on the way to you and then a week or two, or a month may go by and you don't see any sign of what I was telling you and it's just one more of those situations where you are getting smoke blown up your rear end"? "Uh huh." I reply.

"I've told you on any number of occasions that your idea of time and my idea of time are quite different. So... when I tell you that something good is going to happen, that it is happening, that's the truth. It means that the good, whatever it may be, has been released and is on its way to you, precipitating down through the ethers. Sometimes it is right there, hovering above your head, or traveling at your side, but you can't see it because certain necessary changes that were supposed to take place within you did not take place, for whatever reason and subsequently that blessing has to wait until they do. Once it happens the result is automatic and the important thing is not that it happens today, or tomorrow, or next year. The important thing is that it happens at all." I'm guessing it was/is one of those things.

Well... what would a post be like without a few links? People who don't like to be disappointed; real upstanding members of the community, are getting disappointed. People who should know to leave well enough alone are unable to. In other places, very special accomplishments are being denied their deserving hoopla. Really, really strange acts of depravity are at work. Meanwhile, faith in corrupt institutions is getting hammered. Things meant to be hidden are no longer hidden. You just can't hide anything any more. Events that have been spoken of; types of events are daily occurrences and the predicted natural disasters are going into high swing. Winds that don't ever come around at a certain time of the year are here. Are there voices in that wind?

If we don't like the way things are then... we change the person they are happening to. Following that, events modify their manner of expression because the player identity has changed. The ears of the invisible are listening and the eyes of the invisible are watching. The awareness of the invisible concerning every little thing is radiating and being seen according to the level of sensory capacity of each of us. This perception is being affected by whatever degree of intuition is in your possession. That surely changes how things look and how you take them. You no longer have to be the victim of appearances because the play by play is illuminating everything as it is, not what it seems. The seemingness of things is the seduction portal of our ongoing fall into the mislabeled confusion of all of our unnecessary sorrows. Sorrow is potential joy in search of an understanding heart.

Lou Gehrig's speech comes into my mind now and again. He was suffering from a terribly painful and fatal disease; "Today, I consider myself the luckiest man in the world." It seems absurd that he would say this but... I understand what he means. I feel the same way, even though I am suffering from something else; my ignorance no doubt. That will pass. I've loosened my grip on it.


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Sunday, May 11, 2014

The Rites of the Sun and Moon and the Habitual.

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A consideration; I don't know that anyone noticed (I do) that my blog entries may seem a bit of a ramble lately, as well as a random seeming sampling, of hodge podge end runs in search of cohesion... ah well, truth be told, I am no longer able to sit down and concentrate on a complete blog posting, much less every day. Actually... I could and I could do it every day and still do what I have to do here but I want to give myself a certain amount of space so, I steal some moments here and there, like now and this time will probably get most of a posting together. I'm getting to where I can work into the night now on getting this place together. I'm more and more in shape and more familiar with what I'm doing. It had been some years since I've done this sort of thing. Anyway... it's going to take a few months for sure and so... all the things I used to do will have to go on a back burner for a bit. I'll do my best to get posts out somewhat regular and the radio broadcast. I guess the musical recordings and books are going to have to wait altogether. Anyway, for the purpose of explanation.


The assault on the culture continues, as minority splinters drive themselves under the fingernails of the public good, as if they were prisoners in a tropical concentration camp during one of the recent central banker wars of a few decades ago. They're burrowing like parasites through the legal framework of western nations, creating increasing protections for themselves as their offenses continue apace. There's no telling what the cosmos has in store for them. If it is all as we have been led to believe, according to scripture and those wise souls who have appeared here and there, throughout the course of history, sooner or later, some kind of summation will come about; whether a hand will appear out of the sky and press the flushing lever of the world toilet, sucking down all that has been tagged for recycling or... whether it all awaits them and us as well in the hereafter, I have no idea. The more time passes, the less I am able to speculate on or project about anything concerning the future, including my own. I've come to terms with life taking whatever direction has been mysteriously set.

Some of us have a great deal of freedom, or believe that we do, to come and go as we like and to do as we please. I possess nothing of the kind. Once I thought I did but now I know it's all scripted as far as my own destiny goes so... I'm inclined to go along with the program, even though I have no idea what that is. I have no idea what I'm doing here or what's on the rotating menu of moments to follow. I'm not even inclined to think about it. It will be what it will be but... I didn't come here to talk about myself today. I don't know what I would say anyway. Still, I must continue for a short while by way of explanation and in order to set a tone.

I say a lot of things. These things simply occur to me and then they get said. I have no way of knowing how true any of them are. They feel very real to me but I don't always see them acting out in my own existence. Apparently there is a good number of people who resonate with what gets said here and if these things turn out to have been of use to someone then the credit has to go to the source of these thoughts. I can take a degree of comfort from what seems to be the positive effect of them. One doesn't always know, when faced with the inexplicable tangles of memories and those subjective reflections we all get up to in the quiet hours when sleep, for some reason does not come, or when one is awakened early in the darkness before dawn and a welter of flashes present themselves and acquire a meaning and an emotional intensity they do not often possess. I've been in both of those places more than once and others as well. I don't know what they mean. Sometimes they leave me momentarily shaken and sometimes they come with a narrator and i hear all kinds of things, seldom is there any negativity present. I guess that's a good thing. I've have observed that as time goes by, the past can weigh increasingly heavy on one. I don't get much of that. I don't seem to be permitted to.

It's a perpetuating riddle to be confronted with an ongoing slipstream of metaphysical and philosophical constructs, to live a life where your greatest attraction and the target of your greatest affections is something mysterious and unknowable and which is, at the same time, your greatest protection and your most relentless persecutor; after all... if everything that happens to you is either initiated or permitted by the same force well... what else can it mean?

If we look closely at our lives and that means with real objectivity, we will see that it's all a series of stages. One stage leads to another and they can vary considerably from one person to the next, depending on their general direction. There's a predictability to it all, most of the time but, most of the time, most people are too close up on it to be able to see it as it is. We color everything according to how we define the world around us. This isn't to say that some of those definitions aren't real, just that all of them aren't.

The power that think they are, are working overtime on particular issues. This morning there were no less than 3 articles on the same thing; not to mention the massive media onslaught concerning Michael Sam the Ram. The usual jokes will follow concerning the name of the team that picked him. This and the rise of public satanic ritual are all a part of a relentless campaign to bring society to a particular state. Insanity is running rampant, as is conspicuous consumption. Here is an amazing example of that. Please see that you read the listing of assets. Whoa!

I brought these things up because they are all trends, indicative of conditions and mindsets of the moment. Trends move in a direction, as in 'trending toward'. For those with accurate insight into what is taking place, externally, and who understand something of what composes themselves can appear near prophetic, but all they are doing is seeing what there is, via something I call Broad Daylight Awareness. This is possible only when the sun is shining; metaphorically speaking. It is absent when the moon is ascendant. I don't want to demean the moon or take away from the significant archetypal power 'he/she' exerts (depending on what tradition you follow). It's all part of the dance, no... I bring this up because the Moon; what it is representative of exerts a power and a fascination upon the human mind that must be acknowledged. Lunacy comes from the word, 'luna'.

In the world of the moment, as is ever the case, all machinations and intents serve the will of the ineffable, regardless of what their appearance might be. As it is said, "all things work for good for those who love the lord." It is to be presumed that quite the reverse is the case for those who do not. Nonetheless... everything comes round to whatever point the ineffable intends to make. You might think it is slow going but the ineffable has a different sense of time than we do. The ineffable has all of eternity to play out whatever dream is manifesting to a particular end. To give an idea of this, think of all of the dreams that have come and gone and will come and go as nothing more than one of the waves that endlessly crash upon the shore. That's impressive in the one sense and a perfect example of insignificance in the other.

Here we are. We can debate many things but that is beyond debate. Here we are and it MUST BE that we are here for a reason and it MUST BE that our behavior and the state and direction of our hearts and minds has a great deal to do with whatever results from our being here. It stands to reason that acknowledging this is a sign of sanity and not acknowledging it is a sign of madness. Our situations change according to whatever it is we are supposed to give attention to. If we do not give it our attention it will demand it and such is the nature and origin of our suffering; whether it be in the pursuit of something, or our ongoing evasion of the inescapable; we are expressions of the divine insofar as we express that and we are otherwise insofar as we express otherwise and every otherwise has a resolution. We either get on with it or it gets on with us. Either we seek the protection and guidance of the ineffable or... we are put through whatever changes are necessary to bring us to that state. Are we mad or are we sane?

Much of our problems arise from our instinctive nature to take care of things ourselves, even when we know we are playing a part. The mind falls back upon its patterns and the habitual is our greatest adversary. Breaking the patterns of lifetimes is a fearsome challenge. Certainly it is not in our own power to accomplish this. We must rely upon a greater power. Consider this as irrefutable truth; the ineffable is capable of anything. There is nothing the ineffable cannot achieve or handle, despite us and within us... "if god is for me who can be against me?" "Greater is that which is within you than that which is in the world." Could it be any more clear? Why is it so hard for us to get this and to come into alignment with it? The habitual is the reason and there are a variety of forces that play into the habitual and work to contain us within it; peer pressure, appearances, agents of the infernal and those attractions peculiar to ourselves but yet shared in some manner by so many others.

All through the long course of history, others have gone before and come up against similar things in different garb. The challenges may change their shape but the challenges remain the same and... if we habitually fail, our real failure is a failure to continue, to allow discouragement and a poor sense of our own worth to overcome our zeal to accomplish the great work. For one who is set upon their course and who has resolved to allow nothing to daunt their quest, success is certain and the key to it all is Love. If you love what you do, the effort required seems to be no great matter. If you do not love then the effort shall surely prove too much and this is why the greatest commandment is the greatest commandment.


End Transmission.......

Possibly there will be a radio show this evening, once I've managed to clean one of these stables (grin).

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'Everlasting Love' is track no. 2 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
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Sunday, May 04, 2014

The Transiting Conditions of the Inner and Outer Suns.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Brrrr... last few days here it's been around 4 degrees Celsius. I am sleeping in an icebox. Of course I have my comforters so, once in the bed I'm warm, save for those cold fingers that sneak in around those spots where the blanket is not tight against my neck. It's the getting up in the middle of the night and the rising in the AM that takes a stalwart and stoic mindset. A couple of decades ago (more or less but actually a little less) I stayed in a camper that my friend loaned me for the duration of my visit to Woodstock. It was running around the same temperature then and at about the same time of year, more or less. Actually it was more by a couple of weeks. I wound up coming down with pneumonia, after I arrived in Virginia to visit old friends. That was a strange event. I'd never had pneumonia so it wasn't anything like what I would have expected. I had tremendous pain in my lower back. My friend Douglas (Brit Hume's brother), had a small bottle of morphine pills and that took care of the pain, for a little while. Then the morphine ran out and off I went to the hospital to see what was wrong. They told me I had pneumonia. I asked them what happened to the Old Monia but... they were a taciturn lot. Anyway... they cleared it right up. I don't expect a repeat performance but these things come to your mind when present conditions mirror former conditions and... well... that is often how memory works. It is triggered by similarity and association.

The sun is bright today, however ...and promising warmth toward mid day. The air is cold. You might say, 'it is a wind out of the east', though there is no wind. Occasionally some breath of it comes out of the surrounding woods and then it can be accurately called a cold wind out of the east. Russia and the Ukraine are off in that direction.

They burned people alive in that government building in Odessa recently. I suppose I should think about that when I am concerned about the cold. This is the kind of state of mind I seek to cultivate whenever I think about how the ineffable could have sent me off to Hawaii, the Canary Islands or The Maldives as well as put me here (grin); could have provided any number of places where some serious amount of work did not need to be made. In such circumstances one could think to themselves, “Jesus! Lighten up already!” Then- but not always- I think about the people in so many places who are up against it; people who don't have anyone to rely on because they don't even believe in things like that or... people caught in dramatic environmental, social and political uproars. It's all subjective. Ergo... I am of the 'count your blessings' sort. It is most often when I go to my bed at night or upon awakening in the morning when I feel those spontaneous upwellings of gratitude. They come out of nowhere but... that wouldn't be right, would it? Everything comes out of somewhere, just like the cold air from the forest AND... since I've been sitting here, the temperature has climbed to 10 degrees, or so my visible friend just announced.

I suppose I was trying to say something in those recent paragraphs. I often have a problem coming right out and saying something directly because you can't say some things directly. There's so much more dancing in the atmosphere prior to your statements and I need to furnish the room meant to be occupied by those reached; should that occur.

This morning I was greeted by a picture of the Obama consort. Is it just me or does she really come across as evil, mean and nasty, as well as arrogant and imperialistic much of the time? Most every time I see her face it brings to mind one of these characteristics. She got sent away from a school speaking gig not long ago AND... yesterday, the blood starved weasel, Condolezzie Rice was compelled to demur due to student protests at Rutgers where, for 35 grand she would talk bullshit and get an honorary degree; most likely from the Dr. Mengele Wing of the university. Apparently the Iraqi War is not sitting well with the younger set. In her defense, the lizard lady said;

“I am honored to have served my country. I have defended America’s belief in free speech and the exchange of ideas. These values are essential to the health of our democracy.”

I admit to being puzzled by the attempt to associate free speech and the exchange of ideas with the assault upon Iraq. I am at a loss as to how this can be relevant in any way.

Rice is guilty of capital murder to an exceptional degree. She and all of her neo-con associates are bound for the gallows in this life or another, bound for numerous appearances through their allegiance to The Wolfowitz Doctrine. History and reincarnation will not be kind to any of these creatures and that is in the short term as well. There's no telling how the ineffable and Mr. Apocalypse intend to honor these miscreants but they shall... oh yes, precious, they shall.

Bush has taken that road often taken by serial killers. He's become a painter with pretensions of becoming an artiste. No doubt, one day, his work will hang alongside that of John Wayne Gacy, though Gacy killed nowhere near the people that Bush did and gruesome as his crimes were, they did not approach the level of mendacious cruelty exhibited by Bush and ilk. Let us hope that Bush's work meets the same fate as Gacy's. As his father stated with such prescience;

“If the people knew what we had done, they would chase us down in the streets and lynch us.”

This made me think of a recent anecdote about Bill Clinton; aliens indeed. Certainly, in these times we are dealing with aliens under the skin. A human being is defined by their words and actions and also exposed as being something other than, according to the same standard. The terrific irony that is afoot in these times is truly a marvel. Pray tell what is so 'secret' about something like this? Irony is piled upon irony, so that the irony at the bottom is crushed by the weight of the irony above; that is the nature of charitable souls like Bono and ilk. How do they justify this to themselves? In some cases it is a combination of fake celebrity in concert with fake charities. That is truly impressive!

Where is all of this bottom feeder action leading (besides through the gates of The Pit)? How is it that celebrities of every stripe, politicians and religious leaders are everywhere to be seen, bookended between obnoxious and venal, in the Encyclopedia of Real Life? I cannot stress enough; THE PURPOSE OF DEMONSTRATION. Millions upon millions are living at the cusp of desperation, their beings racked to the root by uncertainty and fear. These are times of intense tribulation, unseen by so many, for the most part because the media does not report upon the wider scope of it and in so many of the lives of the more fortunate, their attention is partitioned off from the reality of the lives of those less fortunate. None of this is by accident.

A person's mind can work in one of two major ways. One can believe that there is a destiny that shapes our ends, or one can believe that life is any number of mysterious variants in a composition of the random and happenstance. You can find most of humanity on a sliding scale of degrees of intensity in either of these directions and you can find their predisposition for either, based on the extent to which free will (or their understanding of it) enters into the mix. You're either tooling along under the presumption of your own power, or you're convinced to a greater or lesser extent that it's not all about you. A lot of this depends on the tenor of the times, because the majority of people are mostly informed as to the meaning of reality, according to how that is defined by the times in which they live. In times of material darkness, you get a majority of personal philosophies, based upon material attractions and concerns. So it is that you get celebrities and politicians and religious leaders, behaving in the most preposterous and embarrassing ways, so as to appear full on bat shit insane to those of us in possession of any amount of Broad Daylight Awareness.

Because these are times in which lies are the actual currency of what people believe, we find that those who are the most successful among us are the most skillful of liars. In many cases they are really bad liars but the level of awareness of the people they are appealing to is abysmally low. Notable economists are, as a rule, completely full of shit. Professionals in nearly all areas of endeavor are mostly full of shit. Academics of every stripe are far less concerned about the results of their research, in terms of improving human life, than they are about how it's going to reflect on their income and celebrity. This is so glaringly evident that it almost goes without saying. In fact, if you are not a liar, promoting whatever lies are desired by those upon whom your success depends, you will have no success. You will be drummed out of the ranks, or never allowed in in the first place. Most everyone performing in any related area knows this to be true. If you have chosen what is true as your objective in life, you're not looking at anything like smooth highway. It's a harsh price exacted and tantamount to making death appear more as a reward than anything else (grin).

Well, the sun has now retreated for the while. Hopefully it wasn't the result of anything I said, heh heh.

Ah... what do you know? It just came out again. No matter where you are, there are times when the sun is going to be less visible. This is sometimes more often and sometimes less often the case. So it is with the physical sun. With the inner sun, the spiritual sun, this is also true, depending on what stage of our journey we find ourselves in. It is to be hoped and... it has certainly been promised, by those far wiser than myself, that the time does come when the inner sun is no longer subjected to the same conditions of transiting weather as the outer sun. We set our sights upon that blessed day and the hope that we may see you there as well.


End Transmission.......

Radio show pending, depending on how one or the other of these suns is so disposed.


Visible sings: I Have to Walk in the Sunlight by Les Visible♫ I Have to Walk in the Sunlight ♫
'I Have to Walk in the Sunlight' will feature on a forthcoming Visible album, in 2014
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Thursday, May 01, 2014

Going to Disneyland to do the Horizontal Hula.

Dog Poet Transmitting........

May your noses always be cold and wet.

To paraphrase L. Cohen; “first we take Provincetown and then we take Palm Springs”. To see where more and more of the cultural mainstream is at, one must read the comments at this article and keep in mind that the article had nothing to do with the comments. Then, further make yourself aware of the site these comments are posted on.

The Zio-Ukrainian govt has cut off the drinking water to Crimea. There is no mention of this in the Crass Media. Imagine what's going on behind the scenes, just imagine. Those who have enslaved humanity through their economic hocus pocus and who presently make war against all religions; who promote atheism and political correctness (because it gives them something to hide behind), who hate all that is good and noble and true in the human spirit; in those rare life forms where is still resides and where it has not been morphed into frightening travesties of itself, through bombastic patriotism and manufactured senses of duty through charitable works that wind up serving no one... are... are well aware of what's on the menu for them.

For centuries, the populations of many lands have had to deal with these predators and they've gone to considerable trouble to make themselves untouchable... or so they think. When you have Satan in his top hat and tails whispering in your ear, you're likely to believe almost anything but... hey, you're a cosmic lesson for the purpose of demonstration. You booked the tour. You said, “hang the expense” you partied till the sun came shining through Doomsday's Gate.

You made sure your bloodlines stayed consistent over the centuries and long ago you stole what you could get your hands on concerning the ancient mysteries that contained the secrets of personal magic and social control. You put your people on every side of every equation and it just doesn't seem possible at this stage of the game that anyone could mount any kind of effective defense against your intention to wipe out a significant portion of the human race and turn the remainder into a permanent servant class. Satan is good at what he does. In a job description of that sort, you need to be high end capable or someone else is going to get the gig.

They've shanghaied the laws and the lawmaking processes to create an aura of invulnerability around themselves. They like strange and they like the attention it brings. Most people go down for things because they couldn't keep their mouths shut. It is amazing to watch people brag about the kinds of things that will eventually put them behind bards or under the boot-heels of an outraged populace. It fascinates me to watch all of the different destinies dovetailing toward predictable ends. When it happens it is not going to be pretty and the intensity of it will be powered by their resistance to it.

Humanity amazes me. They've got no fur or fangs and comparatively they are so weak next to all of the other life forms. There's not much atavistic juice to speak of these days, unless you're in the South Seas islands or perambulating with Big Foot. None of these limitations bother some people. Give them the right set of clothes and circumstances and they are easily convinced of their exceptional state.

Personally, I've had it with all of this self deception and artful fantasizing, what it looks like is that life hurts. People are fixated on the Horizontal Hula and they never tumble to the fact that all those precious body fluids are just variations on the compounds used to create Krazy Glue. There's hardly a pretty flower of any metaphorical bent that doesn't come decked with some form of hidden thorns or poisonous under leaves.

People drink themselves silly in the hopes that they'll get to do the Horizontal Hula over and over again. Shakespeare had a few words on how effective that combination is. Beset with the mindset of personal inadequacy, people pursue wealth and power, fully believing that the people who wouldn't fuck them without it, will now gladly fuck them since they are in the possession of it. Do they not see what this says about them and whomever it is they wanted to bounce up and down on, or simply lie still as the grave beneath? Do they care? Of course not. That would spoil the whole construct. Truth in vision is not a desirable state to have to live in. Who cares if they only love me for my money or my status? At least they love me right? Right?

I was in Woodstock years ago and at the time I had a friend named Michael. He also had a yogi name. He went the way of so many acquaintances that suited whoever I thought I was at the time. He went out of town for a week once and he left me with his antique Mercedes stretch sedan. I remember pulling into the Esso station one day. Apropos of nothing, it was owned by Lee Marvin's brother (who also lived there). I remember getting out of the car. I was going to get some gas and while I was pumping the gas, I saw this car pull in and this VERY attractive young lady got out. She saw me and she gave me this brilliant smile. I nearly turned around to see if someone was standing behind me. It really looked like she knew me and the energy of her attraction for me was palpable. I couldn't put it together and then I got it. Right! It was the car. I cracked up. Lee's brother came out to where I was and collected the money and I got in the car and drove away.

Being able to have anything you want, whenever you want it, is a special kind of Hell. Being so content with yourself that everything else is incidental to it is the key to an immortal serenity. There isn't much that doesn't show up at some point, either as a reward or some kind of test ...and most of the things we thought we wanted- as life proves out in most cases- is not what we wanted and worse... the source of enduring distress; either due to the things we did to get our hands on it, or the fact that, once stripped of its original glamor, we find it to have been all allure and not much else.

Maybe it's just me and that's how it has worked out in my case, as the result of the peculiar aggregation of molecules and mysteries that compose me but... I tend to think otherwise given the looks I see on people's faces as I make the rounds. Quite some number of people look like they bit into a lemon, or are carrying quite a bit of ill concealed and toxic violence around with them. Most of this, I observe at a wide distance. It's somewhat different around here; not to say there isn't some amount of that, especially in the young. I was driving with my friend yesterday to purchase more insulation, backing paper and what not and as we slipped through the different small towns that make up most of the area here, he pointed out something to me that I had already noticed and that was the number of men going in and out of various convenience stores, returning emptied beer bottles and departing with a couple more. He told me there was a great deal of that around here; people drinking all day long. That's another terrible Hell.

People form their ideas of right and wrong based on the temporary glimpse of life in a single expression. They see people with certain predilections and practices, in certain situations and conditions and they moan about how unfair it all is and how we all have the right to be anything we want to be, once again confusing liberty with license. What they don't take into account is that other lives led them into this life and this life leads to yet more. Why does that insufferable asshole get to be a rock star? Why is that talentless slut a film star; pursued in the sticky and oleaginous wet dreams of horn dogs the world over? Why does that nasty creep have all that money and why does the local sheriff let him have his way with every youth he sets his eyes on in the neighbourhood, before or after the sheriff himself gets done with them? This is all part and parcel of lifetimes bleeding into lifetimes bleeding into lifetimes; the same as the planets move in their relentless and inflexible courses to set the state for all the actual justices that will inevitably take place. Seasons come and go, civilizations rise and fall, nothing ever changes, it just looks like it does and of course, with every new life you get new eyes to be newly deceived, in whatever way that belief in what the formerly old eyes told you, led to.

Those people living the high life and milking the karmic cow, paid whatever price there was to get to where they could prance about and act however it is that they act, while the meter is running. Sometimes they are singled out as life lessons. One might say all of them are, one way or another.

What can anyone do to come to terms with all of this in the most effective and most positively transformational way? Sages... teachers, holy oracles of wisdom... have all said pretty much the same thing; throw yourself on the mercy of the court. Take all your dreams and ambitions, your hopes and regrets, your fears and apprehensions... all of it and pitch them into the ocean. Ask for help and guidance. Ask to be led out of ignorance and into the light. Ask to be led out of the bondage of darkness and into the Broad Daylight Awareness of seeing things as they are.

This is too much for so many people who still think that when they get their hands on whatever it is that they think they want that it will be exactly what they thought it would be ...if not more. Once you are 'capable' of realizing that things are not what they seem ...because you are not who you are and because of that cannot see things as they are... you are in a position to accept and to embrace your state of fundamental unknowingness and can then rely upon the greater wisdom of the higher mind to anticipate every barriers and blockade before you and troubleshoot your way around them; effectively leading you out of Egypt. You are only what you are and only what you think you are, based on where you've been; even though you can't even remember where or what that was, it is written into the code that motivates you and arranges the scenery around you... for SO LONG AS IT IS NECESSARY... until realization comes. In whose hands does realization lie? Who dispenses it? That is whom you must seek out. If you are looking for soft ice cream, some brand of carbonated drink, or or a temporary sexual easement from the cosmic tantric, zoning committee well... you have to direct your footsteps toward another dispenser. Those would be the dispensers with the (in many cases) big line around them.

I understand that at Disneyland and Disney World there are huge lines in front of all of the rides. I've never been. I also understand that the rich have found ways to pay to have themselves listed as disabled or similar in order to get the the head of the lines in every case. The power and intoxication of things like Disney-thrall is immense. What is the point of getting so many people, after winning a competition or however they got on the stage, once asked what they would do now, they always say, “I'm going to Disneyland!” This is actually a reincarnation thing. Look at all those people lined up for these rides to nowhere; whether it is in Disneyland, Wall Street, some singles' bar or wherever they go that is directly or indirectly connected to what they think they want. When you get into one of those secret bowers where wisdom, realization or similar graces are gifted, one of the things you notice is how very alone you are. How it is ...and ergo, why it is that it keeps on keeping on as it does. It will surely always do so. You, on the other hand, do not have to.


End Transmission.......

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'Gone Baby Gone' is track no. 6 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
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