Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Gunsights on the OK Per Se

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

As "Kalifornia" plays on the split screen here, I muse upon something that has come to my awareness, over and over again across the recent and not so recent years; none of this has anything to do with the movie playing, by the way, except that what I am about to reference gives birth to the sort of creature you see in this movie. This movie is one of those sleepers that is just really well done for what it is, like "Where Sleeping Dogs Lie."

There's relatively full of shit, mostly full of shit, completely full of shit and so full of shit that the laws of physics are suspended because such capacity goes against what those laws allow for. By example, let us consider Joe Biden. When I first noticed him, back before his hair transplants, when he was a senator, sitting on one of those committees; foreign relations or something, I saw him as a consummate hack and he surely was. He's made his way up the ladder since; as true an expression of The Peter Principle as I've ever seen. He's a living, breathing icon of a soulless whore, if there ever has been one and here he distinguishes himself as few have done with such complete abandon. He actually said, "I don't care what your culture is." He went on to say that governments have a duty to preempt the will of the people when it comes to fulfilling the elites agenda of destroying the culture and morphing it into anything they see fit; basically that is what he said. He's playing Bozo the Bloodstained Clown to Howdy Doody; two doomed puppets with not a gram of integrity between them.

The level of ridiculous is amazing. It's mindblowing. You ask yourself, "Do these people comprehend at all; at all, what a twisted, overblown parody they have become? Could the hypocrisy and collective contempt for their fellows, somewhere down the ladder from them, be any greater than it is? I don't think so. I don't think so.

What's brought it all to this pass is that people like this are the willing subjects of people like this. It has rarely been presented in such simple and certain terms as one finds here, complete with backups and follow-ups by fellow travelers of the same. The reality of it all is staggering. It's obvious. It's irrefutable. It is horrifically and indisputably true; such a deep, enduring and perpetuating darkness. It's all about the money, as the head scion of one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful financial family in the world made clear, when he said that as long as he had control of the money supply he didn't care who made the laws. What they intend and what they collectively get up to is transparent. It's suggested in this article that maybe this creature doesn't know the extremity of her double speak. She has to know because there is a veritable army of them all doing and saying the same thing and in situations like this, coincidence need not apply.

How long, how long, has this gone dead train been gone? Does one run and hide and... where would that be? Does one continue in the place where they have been placed, wishing and hoping, or believing that all will be well? What one does is based on who and what one is because out of that comes the level of communication one receives, the manner in which they interpret it and the degree of awareness they move about in. Fish move around in an atmosphere of awareness, as do flocks of birds and herds of cattle. Humans at a certain level of awareness do the same, dependent on their collective conditioning. That there is such conditioning is also beyond dispute and it leads men to war and women to fashion, not to mention tears, in many cases, when Johnny doesn't come marching home.

From time out of memory, families have given their children over to the war machines of their generations believing... whatever lies they were fed and somehow... somehow believed to be true. It's why I believe in reincarnation and karma because there is no other explanation. Sure, ignorance applies but one would think that history would have some impact but it doesn't. Nothing seems to matter. Vietnam was only a few decades ago and it was roundly opposed and exposed as a gratuitous war, created from unsupportable lies for the purpose of material gain and geopolitical hegemony. A few decades later the same twisted shit has gone down in Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya and other places for similar bogus reasons and little opposition of any kind got mounted and even after all of that, the mass of the population is still swimming in Dumb Shit Jell-O.

The celebrities go about their business. I'm supposing they've all been told in no uncertain terms what is likely to happen to their careers, if they open their mouths too wide about anything that interferes in the plans of those who sign their pay checks and who happen to be the same people who initiated all of these wars. Of course, we've already seen evidence of that previously in this posting and we have the spoken testimony of the matriarchal end of that financial family who said, "If my sons did not want wars there would be no wars."

Yeah... I get people telling me, "No... no... it's not them, it's the mysterious strangers in the shadows who manipulate them and use them as the culpable front men for the whole extended centuries wise enterprises they get up to. They're just puppets. They're just fall guys. Uh Huh. Well, let me say to that... according to them, everyone with any connection to the German Army is responsible for the orders of their commanders who, took orders from the bankers who financed them so how is it that this is so and the same does not apply to them, given the absurd possibility that there are mysterious strangers in the shadows; strangers who, to this day, have never been named or identified? If there are strangers in the shadows they are demons who inhabit the shadows and who also inhabit these people... these willing hosts. Blame the demons if you like and blame the one the demons serve but I submit it is also fair and just to blame those who serve the demons by granting them the opportunity to exercise every foul and terrible appetite they possess.

The writing is on the wall. The writing is most definitely on the wall and if you are not one of the majority of the population, moving at a speed unknown to them, toward that wall, you can probably see it and take the bypass around. This says it all. And the part of it all that says it the most is the industry spokesass who represents an organization / thinktank / lobby-op that gives no indication of how ugly and venal they are or what their real associations are. You'll see it there near the end. Once you kill the means of your sustenance, you kill yourself.

I don't know what to say about humanity being so collectively stupid that they are incapable of seeing what is being done to them; most likely proving the point of these monsters that the masses are nothing but cattle and subhuman; meant only to serve this self-styled master race. I don't know what to say and as much as I might have lamented my non-existent career, rendered non-existent by the perspective and positions I hold, I would be a far more sorry lifeform had I played along to get along. There are things a person can live with and things that a person cannot live with but... I suspect what that is varies from person to person because a great many people can live with things that I could never live with and will not live with, no matter what may be the cost. There are things much more precious than ones career and status, when either of these things come at the expense of them. There are things much more precious than power, position and wealth. One might never know this until they had paid the price and for some, in these days, they still don't know afterwards. That is a price I do not intend to pay.


End Transmission.......

A new video will be up shortly or tomorrow morning, depending if I am still up by the time it uploads. It takes like an hour for some reason and it's already 11:16 and I am usually in bed by then these days.


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Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Walking Down Memory Lane with Broad Daylight Awareness.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Every now and again it's nice to see that someone notices. It makes you feel like maybe you haven't completely wasted your time. Of course, I don't know what the guy is trying to say because he didn't say it (much like his short piece demonstrates) but what I do know is that he didn't offer the refutation that my piece demanded. Bottom Line? Something is true or it isn't. It was nice of him to provide a means of contact but... for me, there's no point. I already said what I had to say. You don't have to go far to see the very mentality I am talking about. Give it time and this will dwarf the Brocol Harum, Bring Back our Girls PR stunt for yet one more NSA funded terror op. The degree of artifice and transparent fabrications is extreme these days. Very likely the recent kidnapping in Israel is yet another stunt. These days every single example is a stunt until proven otherwise.

I'd say I want my world back but I never had one. Now I'm in another episode. I don't know where it's headed and I don't know what it means. I get up each morning and I go to bed each night. I'm dreaming, obviously. There's a point to it all but I'm not supposed to know what it is. I'm sure the reader shares my dilemma; how it is so easy to see the meaning of things in the lives of others and so very difficult to see it in our own?

I move through the world and I watch the people in shops and on the streets. They seem ordinary because the events of their lives in this moment in time are ordinary. Let the transport trucks stop and the utilities go down and you will see the face beneath the Formica. I might as well be from outer space. I am an alien life-form here. I know the thoughts that pass through my mind are not the thoughts passing through the minds of the people around me. I occasionally go places and sit in a cafe, on a park bench, somewhere... and I look to see if I can spot one person who has the ineffable on their mind. I look to see if there is another person looking as I do, around me ...and... wondering like I do about the same considerations. I've never seen anyone so occupied. Of course, I might be missing it. Regardless of whatever amount of intuition and telepathic insight I may possess, it's a given that I miss things but... I have this very strong feeling that this is something I would be able to see, at least now and again. I know that the man whose property I am living on thinks about these things but that makes sense. I wouldn't be here otherwise.

Let's face it. Those of us who are occupied with thoughts about the divine are in a very small minority. Those of us who are more or less sane I mean; more or less. I'm referencing the teeming mass of Fundie Bots who make up the vast majority of those engaged in religious practice. Religious practice is not to be confused with spiritual practice. Of course, no committed spiritual being can be considered sane by the world's standards. It's a given that their thoughts, words and actions generally go contrary to what is euphemistically called, 'conventional wisdom'.

What I am most grateful for is that I am able to continue, to go on, despite being alienated from nearly all of the life around me and I don't have to do or say anything to make this alienation occur. The last couple of days I found myself in some locations I don't usually visit. I was just some guy in blue jeans and a sweater; no real distinguishing marks to speak of, yet... when I walked into the room, the hallway, the store, everywhere I turned, there were eyes upon me. Some of them looked startled. Some looked suspicious. Some glared at me. Some even looked something close to frightened. It made no kind of sense. I'm used to this. It's been happening for awhile but now, it's gone up several notches. Trust me, it's pretty strange. Genetically I come from this place a couple generations back.

Like I said, I'm grateful that I have an inner life that occupies my existence because being so far outside the general ebb and flow of the people around me might be devastating to someone who wanted to be a part of it all. There were times in my life that I actually tried to fit in and the result was not pleasant. Regardless of keeping every part of what I am to myself, it was soon apparent that I was not welcome. I bring up these occasional anecdotal scenarios only when they stand out in my mind and when I think that talking about them is likely going to resonate with a lot of the readership. From the content of the emails I get and especially of late, it's clear that I am not the Lone Ranger here.

When I use Broad Daylight Awareness and step outside of myself, it is a wonder to me that I'm anywhere near serene about this process called existence. Regardless of what anyone may think, I really do rely on the ineffable for everything. It's not a matter of my trying to do it, or seeking to follow the constant reminders that I get of, 'rely on me'. The truth is that I have no choice. I have no country. I have no job; the way most people have a job. I have no abiding patron. I have no investments, own no property and due to the subject matter of my posts, I am blackballed from every industry I am engaged in. If there is one thing that frustrates me, it's that I don't know what any of it means. It must mean something. Everything means something.

When I look at the spectacle of my life through Broad Daylight Awareness, I am truly shocked to find that I'm not dead from some form of substance abuse, in a wheelchair or some institution- also in a wheelchair (grin), or bent into unrecognizable shape, hounded by all manner of harpies or something indicative of the Santa Anna shitstorm style winds I've been walking head on into for decades. What happens is I go to bed and I have remarkable dreams. Then I wake up and I have my morning tea (Morning Thunder tea, courtesy of a generous and thoughtful reader. You can't buy it here.) I check to see what's going on out there, or whatever amount of what 'they' want me to see about what's going on out there. Following that I meditate and pray, then I exercise, then I work on this place (tomorrow I'll put up a video about that end of things); at certain moments I'll do some variation of this writing exercise, eat at some point, pray some more, do a whole lot of reflecting along the lines of what you see here most days and I wonder. I wonder about my erectile dysfunction (metaphorically speaking) as it concerns the world around me. What I mean is that is all pretty ordinary and that's about it day after day. I'm leaving out all those beautiful moments that come and go and make what might seem empty to others, very rewarding and fulfilling. I rarely converse with anyone. I spend every evening and most days by myself, with occasional brief interpersonal action on some days but I can't remember ever wishing that someone was here. I spent near fifteen years in one room just recently without ever having a friend in the area or the neighborhood drop in. I simply had nothing in common with anyone. Even in what passed for my own home for that period of time, I seldom was able to have a conversation about the things I care about. The only people I ever saw otherwise were people who flew in to see me.

I'll go to bed soon now and I'll lay there looking through the skylight at that single star that's fixed in that location and maybe it will occur to me that that star was once a human being many kalpas ago... or so certain sages maintain. That star shines there in its isolation and there is some kind of cosmic poetry in that which is beyond human imagination. Such is the nature of life for those upon the solitary path. Solitude moves from lonely state to lonely state and given the incalculable benevolence of the ineffable, this is some kind of priceless gift, yet most people would look upon such a thing with horror. They would go mad because of it but we, 'we few", we are already mad.

As I lay in my bed my thoughts will go toward the ineffable. It's an unbreakable habit at this point. I often start talking to the ineffable as I climb up the ladder to the loft (stairway can't go in until the whole roof is finished) and it will continue for a time as I lie there. Sometimes I will hear a reply but often there is only me (or seems to be) speaking into the darkness AND sometimes there are replies in the way that my feeling are woven into a pattern by unseen hands and that results in my seeing something that I cannot see but that is palpable at a level where I am made aware of deeper things.

My insignificant life is a beautiful thing, in some ways simply by virtue of that. One of the things I love the most about the ineffable is 'how great thou art'. How could I ever take myself seriously when I am aware and could never be unaware of that? How could I find myself or anything I do to be of any real importance when I am never unaware of how truly and immeasurably great the ineffable is? All day there is The Sun to remind me. At night there are The Moon and Stars; the planets spinning in their orbits... that incredible expanse of everything all held together by the ceaseless meditation of the ineffable upon it. Anything good that I might accomplish is accomplished by the one who works through me. Every error and mistake is my own. All of them are the incidental departures of my every day; seen for what they are in the instant of their commission. How could I ever believe that I am in any way exceptional when I am confronted with my own shortcomings every day for that very reason? This is the beauty of Broad Daylight Awareness. Without it one can become caught up in any number of outrageous fantasies and become puffed up like a peacock in their vanity. I despise vanity. It is one of the most dangerous- and at the same time- useless qualities one can be burdened with. I have to laugh out loud at least once a day when I come across some news-bite about someone taking themselves seriously, croaking like a frog in whatever small pond they're performing in.

Many people are lonely while being surrounded by crowds. Some of us are never lonely and yet there is no one else around to be seen. My capacity to entertain myself is a thing of wonder, most of the time I completely forget that there is no one here but... that's not true is it, that no one is here? That's not true at all. I find myself wanting to keep saying the same thing in a different way; I look back at my life and I see an excruciating passage over tormented highways, with hardly any respite at all except in more recent years, yet it has no real meaning to me. I'm guessing these things happened to me but there's no impact, no sense of the wounds and there certainly must be some. I have four brothers and a sister. My mother is going to be 95 this year. I haven't called home in awhile which means I haven't heard from any of them and unless someone dies I won't. Nothing happened to cause this. We are quite friendly when we talk. They communicate regular with each other but not with me. I am not a part of any of that and I did nothing to cause it. It was that kundalini thing. After it happened I had no blood family anymore. It just vanished and all the world became my family, at least that portion of it that recognizes it. Strangely enough, this fact communicated itself to the rest of that family without anything ever having to be said.

It's midnight now. I'm usually in bed at around ten normally because that's how it is here. Somewhere else it would be something else. For some reason I'm up tonight, largely to compose this posting. What happens in this life happens when it wants to. I'm just along for the ride. Last week, or maybe the week before was our two hundredth radio broadcast. Next week will be the six year anniversary. In anticipation of that I have slowed the verbal pace and we can look for that to be a regular feature now. This Sunday's broadcast is now available for listening. I hope the reader can find some useful, personal meaning out of this rambling soliloquy. I try to keep myself out of the mix as much as I can remember to but it's bound to happen sometimes and this is one of those times. Much love to you all.


End Transmission.......


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Thursday, June 12, 2014

Patterns and the Principles of Contemporary Morph.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

On some rare occasions, I come here to write something and I wind up looking out the window or... in times when there are no windows, looking inward through other windows. Usually the tap is on and whatever is running is running. Here we are in one of those rare occasions, made all the more rare by the prime time slot of mid morning when I am generally working. Last night I was going till ten so I guess it's okay to suddenly stop and alter a pattern.

When we first get here, patterns are mostly enforced upon us and when they are not we opt toward spontaneity because everything is new and our attention gets snatched by one thing after another. It's that 'kid in a candy store' thing.

If you were raised in a sane family, most of the time, they want to instill patterns in you for your own good and for future protections against things they are aware of from past experience, or through observation of the lives of others. The government wants to instill patterns as well, given that the government has progressed to the place where it wants control over every aspect of the lives of its citizens, which is pretty obvious these days. Sometimes it's the first action of a new government when that government is corrupt from the getgo, such as the Zio-controlled US government in The Ukraine that installed an oligarch into power.

We develop patterns of our own as defenses against things that happened to us when we weren't prepared, or else we repeat the same mistakes over and over, which is a pattern too.

When you think about it, all of our problems are patterns and one might say that conversely, many of our patterns are problems. My feeling is that pretty much all of our difficulties exist due to bad parenting. I've used Phillip Larkin's poem as a lyrical example of this. In times of imbalance, brought about an excess of material focus, bad parenting from both your natural and unnatural parents is a given.

The self help industry is a massive cash cow; whether it is (these days) the traditional pop psych horseshit, created to make you feel adjusted in a dysfunctional society, or any of the bewildering blitzkrieg of New Age hucksterism, there's a whole lot of money in it and that is because a great many people are dissatisfied and unhappy. Why they are unhappy should be obvious but not much is obvious when one is blind and that is a pattern too. In some cases it is a pattern that we put into place because of the difficult circumstances that Broad Daylight Awareness will most certainly bring about for those unwilling to make the changes that will be required. So we institute a pattern of denial to protect our investment in our patterns of self interest, which aren't really an expression of true self interest but rather the common fabrications indulged in by the masses, who, in toto, are an expression of wide spread patterns of controlled behavior, including parameters of self expression deemed acceptable by those who make the rules for that kind of thing and... as we can see these days, that means anything goes if it falls under the principles of contemporary morph, except for speaking out about it or dancing to an unapproved drummer as we like to do around here.

Knowledge of anything brings a responsibility with it. If you know the truth about 9/11; that it was orchestrated by Israel, with the assistance of any number of highly placed catamites in that reverse kundalini yoga posture of bend over, scattered through government agencies, media, politics and whatever, it impacts on the way you see things. What you know can get in the way of what you want. It can affect your relationship with other people, your career and your personal security. It's better to go along with the program, continue with the predictable patterns, especially when you got appetites and ambitions in play.

What you find when you go looking into systems of esoteric thought, be they traditional or eclectic is... more patterns. Some of them might be useful, many of them are designed to keep you between floors after a certain period or point of ascent, unless you get fast tracked for the funny hat section of pomp and dissonance. Once again we can refer to that same Patrick Willis and Les Visible collaboration, The Big One.


THE BIG ONE


Sorry to run this two days in a row but it fits.

There are some patterns that are forever useful but even those need to be practiced with care because the eternal meddler is always about, seeking to corrupt every good thing and definitely to blur the lines between good and evil so as to bring about a state of ubiquitous moral relativism. I've heard tales from the occult annals of history about some who have risen to very high spiritual states, going into free fall because they brought the wrong patterns of thought along with them for the ride. These things don't always reveal themselves when we might hope that they would. It is this that keeps true seekers unflaggingly humble at all times. Who are we compared to the sun? Keep in mind that the spiritual sun is immeasurably more powerful than our physical sun and is the power that generates every star that shines. You can imagine the implications of this but the human imagination is not equal to the task. Always keep the perspective of your own insignificance uppermost in your mind, lest you have it demonstrated upon you; lest you have it demonstrated upon you.

The unexpected is very much upon us. Look at Zio-Stooge, Eric Cantor. Look at New Age Material Girl, Marianne Williamson. There are incidences of this going on all over the place, just as we are seeing these not so random shootings, which are staged events in many cases born out of the growing fear experienced by the elite as their time approaches. If you're a trend watcher then you've noticed the strange case of Frtiz Springmeier and the odd content of the Van Duyn speech. The instability of the long entrenched global infrastructures grows more and more evident; they are shaking like Jell-O

Yes... the patterns all have a predictable result. A pattern is like a highway line on a road map. They're all over the place. they parallel, they bisect. They all end up somewhere. Sometimes they go around locations and sometimes they go through locations but they always end somewhere. You've built your life from patterns and you can rebuild it at any time with new patterns. Sometimes it takes me thousands of failed attempts to get past some particular pattern and sometimes no matter what I do I cannot get past one of them because they are time sensitive and continue until word comes down that they can be let go. It's good to keep this in mind because you can keep yourself in a state of continuing upset by seeking to change what you cannot change. Both the good and bad in our lives is placed there for a reason. Our imperfections have meaning and so do our struggles and intentions. It's not whether you win or lose but what is in your heart as you proceed. That is the ultimate arbiter of destiny.

What do you know? Here I am looking out the window and here's a finished post. Last thing I remember I was on the other end of it. Must be some kind of a pattern.


End Transmission.......

Many apologies for no radio show last weekend. I was sitting here in the early evening last Sunday and I was as tired as I have ever been and I didn't want to do the radio show and I didn't trust myself just to wing it with a few casual notes and so I started writing out the whole show. I kept wanting to stop but I kept going. After a couple of hours plus I had it done and I went to record it on the laptop. I still hadn't gotten my recording setup together for the desktop yet because of the shifting chaos, here where I have to relocate every few days due to work needing to be done in that sector. My laptop says I'm at low battery and soon to go into hibernation. I plug in the laptop to bypass that happening. I bring up Sound Recorder. I hit record and just like that... the screen goes dark and I can't get it back. Heh heh. It wasn't funny at the time. I've since found and fixed the problem, which was a broken cable that wouldn't charge or give power and the recording setup is in because there is finally a corner here that isn't going to require any work for a bit. Sometimes these things happen and they happen at the worst of all possible times because... every event in our life, no matter how seemingly insignificant is a special dealing of the ineffable with our soul.


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'Patterns ' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
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Thursday, June 05, 2014

Snake Bit City and the Real Deal

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I looked down into today's empty Petri Dish and wondered what I would fill it with. Would I fill it with yet more of the litany of madness that is afoot? The details make it clear that a great many people can no longer distinguish fantasy from... from... well, that other thing. This isn't an isolated situation. This kind of thing is going on all over and involves all ages, races and whatever those other things are. Yeah, I could fill the page with some amount of this and then segue off into what I seem to want to talk about sooner and sooner these days regardless of the blog and their parameters of subject matter.

Anyway... I was thinking this morning about whatever it was I was thinking about; probably what to put in Petri Dish and I went over to my email location and I found this email from an Adrian R.

"Thank you for your continued prompting and encouragement, particularly in matters concerning the effort to be made in communing with Our Maker. I do respect your feelings of ambivalence towards the attitude of readers relating to topics raised in your writings, but I just want you to know that I continue to gain understanding from your efforts to write so insightfully and to let you know that you are a real source of strength in my life.

I happen to work as an ill-fit in the realm of financial services, although I do enjoy meeting my clients and some of the challenges that the business presents. I have never been particularly successful in this field and for various reasons have hit upon particularly lean and trying times. I recall you having mentioned in earlier and perhaps even more recent times, how you have struggled financially and I was wondering whether you might share some of your thoughts with readers on how you have coped with the threats, fears and stresses that such times present. I know that I am not alone, as the captains of the system in which I operate seek to punish the less affluent, to their even greater advantage!"

Love and respect,


Adrian


I believe it's the first time I've posted an email of this sort. I get as many as half a dozen of these a day, always a few,and they keep me going. Often people want me to pray for them and I do just that. Often I get a bio like you see here that comes along with the email. I'm not putting this here for any personal reasons. I get plenty of comments that say the same thing. I'm putting this here and writing this tonight because despite all of the nice things people tell me about myself I've got a terrible self image. I don't much like myself. It isn't cause I've got all kinds of private sins or a past filled with abuses and crimes against sundry. I live a pretty ascetic existence and my past, though extremely colorful, doesn't quite match up with the villain profile. What it's been is a lot of very bad luck... or an extended series of years having to do with something I obviously haven't caught on to yet. I keep hearing about good reasons for it all and how I will find out any day but I don't. I keep going though. I don't know why sometimes.

I wake up in a good mood just about every day and I go to bed feeling the same way. It might be the dreams that come in between the one and the other, or it might be the continuous supernatural action that goes on around me. Today I was working in the yard. I feel like putting in a garden so Neo and I are doing that. A short time into the effort, I heard the wind rise up in the trees and come at me and it was unsettling because there was a great sense of awe that came with it, or rather, what I didn't know about it and couldn't see had something awesome in it. It happened several times and each time I was lifted into an acid state. It was unreal but... so is my life most of the time. I guess I live for things like this because I don't live for much else. I don't want that to sound pessimistic or depressive. What I mean is that there is very little I want, given I know the sticker price, even though it is definitely not visible. I guess I live for the work I do.

So it is that I thought I might address this fellows concerns. I'm as good a case in point with something like this as it gets. How is it that I got from Point A to Point Break so many times? How did I do it? Well... the truth is that I didn't. Basically I cried out for help and I got it. Of course it didn't just jump into my car when I turned the next corner and it might well be I didn't even have a car. When we are talking about living on the bleeding edge without so many of the things so many people have, I qualify. Then again, for moments in time I was in possession of just about everything, solely for the purpose of my being able to see that it had no value besides flash and its capacity to ignite covetousness in the hearts of others. Of course... regardless of being minus material swag, there were those other elements that I did have that ignited rage and all kinds of venom of which I was generally clueless right up to snake bit city.

Let's take my present situation as a good example. Had you seen this place prior to the work that's gone into it you would have thought me quite mad to consider taking it on. The obvious cost, for normal people, was very, very high and then? Then and since, everything has either shown up free or been near cheaper than stolen, which doesn't mean it didn't press upon my meager holdings. The thing is, I got faith and I recommend it. I heartedly, no... whole heartedly, recommend it. I also don't just believe, I know. That might be a curious statement coming from one who espouses, "I don't know" as a mantra and... I sincerely do not know most of the time but in one particular area, I do know, it's not just faith. I know there is a supreme being and a luminous hierarchy. I have seen them multiple times. As to the supreme being, I met him in a veiled sort of a way, which is the only way, so far as I know and how I know that is so is that I get reminded of it, at regular intervals, especially when I ask, "Where are you! Where are you!"

I've been in situations that equate to 'abandon hope all ye who enter here'. I've been face to face with Bad Leroy and caught up in dramas I had little to do with bringing about since they were the product of that which ignited the this and that I was talking about. I will say this about it; even though I was in terrible dilemmas at times and people turned against me because they believed the surface evidence, I was fully vindicated in time and I do possess that convenient forgetfulness that you need to forgive, as if nothing had happened in the first place. You got to know it's a movie. You have to know there is a plot and a director and you damn well better or you are damned.

I'm listening to John Waite singing, "Missing You", interposed with, "If you see her say hello" by Dylan and that's cause of dreams these last five six days about someone and the bittersweet beauty of recaptured memory is something you can't wrap in words and hope it will convey the actuality but I know everyone, or most everyone, has some semblance of this in their past and I think to myself, how wonderful it is to be able to feel that poetic ache spanning time and distance and to want no more than the capacity to remember and feel it and I think... that's a lot like the ineffable except the ineffable feels that way about every one of us and more so than any of us ever will. Knowing this about the ineffable, I can miss people I have known, even if decades have passed and know that I was blessed indeed to have experiences that I can remember with such a depth of feeling. So... when something rises up in my thoughts without any reason I can think of and I am swept away into a kind of Total Recall... I near weep at the wonder of this happening to me.

This is how I get through the shit so many of us get put through. Once I was in Dire Straits and I had just gotten out of jail in Hawaii. All my worldly goods were gone, stolen I guess and I had to get a job so I took a job as a cook at IHOP, which you probably know is one of the busiest breakfast places on Earth. I'm a vegetarian and I had to cook 20 pounds of bacon every morning. I would get home around 3:30 and take a shower and the pork grease would run out of my hair (I had hair then) and burn my eyes and if I cried about it it wouldn't be noticeable.

No... surviving the ups and downs of material circumstance doesn't have a lot to do with being frugal or sensible or whatever the prevailing wisdoms of the times recommend. It has to do with perseverance and the certitude that given there is a plot and there is a director, then there's a point to the affair and here comes the next scenario and eventually you are part toreador and part surgeon and somehow... somehow, it works out. I can only say it has done so from my end and should this scenario collapse for no discernible reason, the next scenario awaits.

If you don't have enough to get by... make some noise. If you got to be proactive then program the process in yourself. Know that within you is all power and though it may act in a tardy fashion and though it may turn out other than you sought to program... it did and will turn out and in hindsight, did so better than what your initial surprise or disappointment judged it to be.

I think that's all I got for it tonight because I'm not sure I know what I'm talking about in the first place. Be well.


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