Saturday, January 31, 2015

Dead at the Stupor Bowl from an American Sniper

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

“If you love me, love my dog” (ancient Hindu adage)

Okay, cats and kitties, Super Sunday is upon us. That is what they call it. Given what I can intuitively glean and also draw from my relatively large understanding of the game and how it moves (in mysterious way) according to arcane math, as well as what for some, can be predictable destiny, it seems fair clear to me that The Patriots will win (grin). It just 'feels' that way. So now I give you this tidbit in which you will find much humor and possibly someone to root for (grin again).

Yes... before you tell me about it, I am well aware of the sham and pretension. I am well aware that this is a corporate field day; a triumph of Materialism over humanity and the day will be filled with gross and painful examples of it. Why then do you watch this kind of crap, Visible? Well... along the road to self realization and whatever part or portion of enlightenment I might be capable of, other things cross my attention screen. Though we may seek to reside completely in the present, we are, to some degree a reflection of our past and while Visible was growing up and even to the present, he has played these games. He played them from dawn to dusk on military recreation fields and after that in any number of sandlot like environments; once traveling around Virginia with his friends in a sort of reverse of “Bingo Long and the Traveling All Stars”, where we played black teams who were quite good and whose families brought fried chicken and beer to the games ( for 50 cents each) and it was... a whole lot of fun. So... it is kind of in my blood. I actually enjoy the spirit of competition as long as good sportsmanship is involved.

However... I bring up the Super Bowl today to point out its negative aspects as much as anything. The picture of Robert Kraft and Paul Allan's faces bespeak to m,e a legacy of soul deep corruptions and, given that, when they have their funerals in coming times, there will be many, many long black limousines, filled with the wealthy and important (among themselves) and they will, one after another, stand over the coffin, on some stage and talk about what wonderful men these two were. Oh they will go on and on. A river of weeping crocodiles will flow past the coffin. Don't stand to close to the banks (double unintendre?). Like visible is not shy about saying; {“the bigger the limousine the bigger the a******.”

Meanwhile, “American Sniper” is wiping the box office floors with all previous, cynical propaganda pieces. It's based on a true story which, means for sure that most of it is a lie. It's done by Steely Eyed Clint who has his hands on the pulse of the market . This sniper killed oh... about a thousand people of every type and then, driven by guilt, I suppose, he took to counseling people broken by their participation in the same. After a few years of that he got shot by one of them. It's a criminal lie of justification for one more horrific act of mass murder, based on a lie and financed by bankers.

Based on the incredibly popular success of this mass media hyped and expensively advertised pack of lies and justifications, they are now talking about shooting either a couple of the judges or the winning performer on the finale of this season's American Idol. Imagine what that would do to the ratings. Judging by films made that actually mirror this, one might say a lot.

So... we got The stupor Bowl and we got American Pit Viper and we got John McCain calling people scum. We got Limbaugh saying that he despises The Patriots because they elevate team over individual and come out on the field together. He says that is socialism and un American. How about that? When people can say that with a straight face and have millions of Nimrods bobbing their heads in response, you KNOW the end is near.

Still... for a few hours, I close my eyes to the glitter and bullshit. I close my eyes to the hypocrisy and bad taste and I focus only on the moments of contact. I don't even hear the rest of it. Quite possibly I am watering the ferns during these moments. Well... let me be brutally honest here. Except for these kinds of contests, I never watch TV, so I don't know what's going on there and these are only the few times when I get to see how fiendishly twisted this world really is.

I've decided I will go ahead and see American Sniper and in the process, I can speak authoritatively about the effect of it on someone with objective reasoning powers. Now... if you don't have objective reasoning you might want to skip that part once I get to it toward the end.

Okay... I watched half of it now and it is worse than I thought. They could have pulled this crap off with Gary Cooper back in his SGT. York days but then the world was a different place and Gary Cooper is a lot more man than Bradley Cooper. The weirdest thing is that while showing the propaganda side they also (inadvertently?) show what nasty sonofabitches we were. I watch closely. Sometimes a director or writer will be so skilled that he or she is more celebrated than they ever were in life. Maybe that is what Eastwood had in mind. Even by now, ten minutes later I would say, “Yes, this film deserves at least one award and that is Best Director. Regardless of what he was trying to say, he did it very, very well. I've seen a lot of films. This is one of the best directed since “Chinatown” or The Usual Suspects. You would have thought I would have said “Apocalypse Now” or “Platoon” but I used those examples because they are different forms of deception; if that makes any sense.

I see films like this and I think about what I would have filmed with that kind of money. It would have been very, very different. Remember something my friends, you have to live with yourself. Just cause it looks like life is overlooking you doesn't mean life doesn't notice. Life is actually saving your ass by keeping you from making a bigger fool of yourself than you are already. I used to say to people that sometimes obscurity is not a bad thing. It's one thing for the people around you to know that you don't have what it takes. It is quite another thing for the whole world to be made aware of it. Fame and fortune have a longevity relative to the plane they are on. Okay... now the film is boring me to death because taps just took more than half time takes at the super bowl. At least it felt that way. Now it is trite and cliché. You'll see what I mean if you ever see it.

See... now we are near the end of the post, three quarters of the way or not; who knows? And we didn't spend much time talking about the Super Bowl did we? I'll add this; I watch because I love strategy and I love watching people who are good at it. I don't agree with everyone but when someone is really good at it and it's just a game; like football is just a game then I get to see the inside of a mind like Bill Bellichick's because I am paying attention. I have no special skill besides that and it brings me to the reason I am discussing all of this in the first place. If you have one skill that lifts you to a certain place, you can access a lot of other skills. Once you can do that you are confronted with which direction you will take those skills in; right hand or left hand path? Remember, you don't always get to choose 'when' they ask... heh heh. I laugh because that one I got down. Others... heh heh again, not so much. Look people, I'm no different than most of you. Since I got here in my new location, I have been hanging out with at least half a dozen readers and all of them are of singular aspect. Today, two friends and readers (in that order), Joel and Chas came by and my landlady says to me after they leave, “Who were those two guys? They were so cool!” pretty funny, trust me.

I'm not going to get into mentioning names except where I know that people don't care. This environment does not disappoint and if even I, on a wing and a prayer, can pull it off it, must be pretty idiot proof... heh heh...

For some reason I am feeling very personal tonight when it comes to the good fortune that has been shown to me. Today I saw something called “Dives, Diners and Drive ins” It is some over the top borderline intellect who goes around to these restaurants and they show you how they make some of the worst food you can imagine. Once you see this and note the amount of toxic overdoses of basic ingredients put into these things you might not ever want to eat in a restaurant again. No wonder food tastes so much better at home than out there.

In many ways, this film has now turned into one of those video game shooter things. I could retch but I wont cause I have to live here. You know? I now realize that it doesn't matter where you are until it doesn't matter where you are and until that happens, it does matter where you are. I may have taken the long way around the mountain but at least I know my limitations and at least I got there; of that makes any sense.

I know the Stupor Bowl is just more witchcraft and bad wizards with long staffs and short dicks but if I classify everything I see in those terms I might as well shoot myself. I know the world is full of shit. I know on occasion I have also compressed what I was and sold it as free flowing but usually... not. You get to where you get to and you have only yourself to blame if it isn't enough. If it is more than you expected then you handle that however you do.

I don't know what to think about that movie at this point. I can only measure things by what I would have done. In that case... everyone in this film should be ten times deader than the people they killed.

It may be just this evening but I feel really good. Something changed somewhere.


End Transmission.......

{The film just ended and it is a steaming pile of crap and what do I see in the credits? Bradley Cooper. I think he is Barack Obama's date for the prom.}

Friday, January 23, 2015

That Ain't Paradise Beneath the Dashboard Light.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Much love Poncho... much love.

I wrote an entire posting and then I decided not to post it and that is why I didn't post today or yesterday, depending on what time zone you are in. I feel like it is a little dishonest to go on from here and at least not tell you what the post was about. I put something together in the last couple of days and... I realize that the reason why I never tumbled to it before was because it was so fantastic. It just wasn't one of those things I would consider, mostly because, I never thought I was important enough to go through that trouble for. I stand corrected. I have seen some things of late and I realize I am tracked and monitored. This I know now. It doesn't change how I do my day to day but... it's something I can not put aside or ignore. I can trace it back to before my SOTT visit and every event after. The truth is, I've been played. It hasn't affected what I write but it does effect certain cardinal points in anyone's life; should it be focused on you.

I didn't want to come off as a paranoid reactive, or one overwhelmed by all his new possibilities and challenges. Some things I discussed, I now realize, I don't want them to know. That might seem curious that I would even mention it and alert whatever but, you may be sure, once I started catching on and the evidence became undeniable, I am pretty sure they knew in the same moment. I won't underestimate them again. The truth is that they can't do much against me, no matter how powerful they are because of who I work for. They can create situations where I might be moved to doubt myself and they can create circumstances that just don't make any sense and which the affected (me) might be encouraged to believe they were responsible for; that's about it. Their power is diminishing by the moment. All they can affect is the comfort level of those who love the truth. They can't change anything else and... people who serve the truth are used to being uncomfortable. I can't tell you what a relief it is to have had this 'eureka' moment. However, it means that I can never trust anyone again in the free and cavalier way that I have. I now know something that I cannot unknow.

Let's move away now from all that. By now, those tuned to the awareness by which things are known, knows exactly what I am talking about and that means I don't have to go into any deeper detail until there is more cogent and comprehensive detail.

The world continues to stumblebum its way from where it thinks it came from to where it thinks it is headed, which means, so long as the moment exists (and the moment goes on forever) it is clueless as to the meaning of person and place and even the moment itself. The moment is not what it is perceived as or collectively defined as. True... some rare souls comprehend the meaning of the moment but they are few and far between and; what do I mean by that? I mean that, unless they are gathered together for some important reason, they are usually at a wide margin from each other because there are so few of them. It's that dispersion thing, a kind of lesser known law that says the truly rare among us are often at a distance from another because it is important that there is always someone working for the highest authority somewhere in every neighborhood.

I believe the reason that the wise always recognize each other is that they are all hosting the same consciousness. One might think that makes them more or less like each other but... that is only true in certain ways. In many another way they are marvelously unique and equipped and empowered according to their specific tasks and the environment they complete them in.

It's funny, sad, ironic and a few other things that people all too often cannot see what is right in front of them. Consider the difference in perception, time sense and all kinds of other thing between an adult and a child. I'm not saying that children see what is right in front of them either. They are in the process of being taught what is right in front of them and it might be this process that results in the adults that come out of it. This is why regenerated innocence is so important because it capacitates your eventual ability to see things as they really are. Failing the acquisition of that you get senility. I repeat mention this kind of thing because it is very, very important.

In the end it is not what you acquired, it is not what status you achieved or your name brand recognition. What matter is what you wound up shaped into through the long haul of your every personalized reaction to everything you came up against. You can factor this in with what motivated you and how you came to measure things of value and no value according to the value and lack of value you placed on any of it. It comes down to, “can you live with yourself?” Some people have a wide latitude in this regard and some have a very narrow parameter. I'm not here to say which is the more legitimate. I don't know. I've thought about having that tattooed on my forehead, backwards but... that seemed like it might be a little overkill; speaking of which, when I left the Hawaiian Islands in late fall of 1999 (the same year as the car I am presently driving) there were a lot of people with tattoos. Of course, South Sea islanders are big on body markings but WOW! Since I have gotten back I am seeing people with tattooed faces; not the usual Maori or other types of ornamental sigils but things written on their faces and all kinds of other things.

You would think that anyone who wants to turn their body into an ink canvas would be interested in symmetry but now there are people who look like a graffiti wall. In some cases not nearly as nice as some graffiti walls I have seen. I'm not going to get into some of the signs of excess that abound here. Use your imagination. One thing for sure, they drink a lot of beer and smoke a lot of pot here. This is also a throwback zone. It is also milder, much milder than mainland law enforcement ways. It is much lighter here than Maui about which I hear all kinds of bad things and can now understand why I wasn't permitted to go there.

It's hard to see things as they are. Our perceptions are colored by so many things and the degree of our involvement and commitment to how we want things to seem to be. Things are not what they seem; you've heard that, I'm sure. You've heard, “appearances are deceiving”. Some very smart and well informed people have said this or something similar any number of times. All of this brings me back to one of the cardinal rules of life, which, if you do not abide by it, it will cost you a great deal. It is one thing to deceive others and there are also times when that is the only sane course of action but... to deceive yourself... that is a grave and terminal form of self injury. It also guarantees that you will not be able to see where you are going. It also pretty much implies that you will confuse where you think you are going with where you are actually headed. It would be as if you read a map wrong and were not able to read it correctly. It is as if your compass were compromised and your gyroscope unstable. It would be like sailing by the stars when you know nothing about the stars. It's bad enough when you do this to yourself but... most unfortunately, in some numbers of cases, you take a great many more people with you.

You can see the latter happening all over the planet these days. You can see large numbers of people taken in by bent personalities. At one point Kim Kardashian had more friends or likes or whatever than any other person on Assfacebook. The Beliebers number in the millions. Even Ballpoint Annie Frank would have been a Belieber, according to the Beliebster. There are also many millions of Lady Gag Me's appropriately named, 'Little Monsters'. There are millions and millions bowing down to some collective version of god and they will kill or defame you in a heartsbeat if you run afoul of them. There are millions of doomed and deceived soldiers in search of manhood; plunder and females, an education... they will certainly be getting an education. This is one of the biggest selling points that lead to a person agreeing to an intensive period of dehumanization resulting in the opportunity to express the absence of their humanity against people they know nothing about, on the orders of Bankers who initiate these wars for nothing more than personal profit of one kind or another; advantage, position of influence and acquisition are all examples of ways in which people personally profit AND... I've said all of this before and I am saying it now and I will say it again. The conclusion of all of this is that there will be no human progress and no common good until the Bankers are dealt with. These are some of the darkest criminals on Earth and it beggars the imagination to think of a fitting punishment for them. That's not my job. I am not the Punisher, so far as I know. I'm no doubt a smaller role, some kind of neighborhood herald, except that my neighborhood is the internet. There's a few of us working this environment. I don't know how many. I can assure you that it is nowhere near as many as are working for The Bankers.

I realize that the posts are not coming in daily as they have in the past and there is a very good reason for this. A lot of my attention is upon integrating here and that requires a lot of doing nothing but listening to the wind and whatever communications travels upon it. I apologize for this. I am also very busy getting myself set up. Another thing is that my former environment was very strongly permeated with the power and force of years impacting upon it in the same way. This location has not been programmed that way... yet. It will be. Hopefully, manifesting as an upgrade.


End Transmission.......

I am trying to get a radio broadcast together. I have heard the requests and complaints. The quality won't be all that great but I will get to it, I promise.


Visible sings:
My Sunglasses by Les Visible♫ My Sunglasses ♫


A Novel by Visible,
The Curious Tale of Ash and The Whine

- 'A Tale of the Unnatural and Supernatural...'

'The Curious Tale of Ash and The Whine' by Les Visible'
...is now available to buy at Amazon.




Paperback: $27.00
'The Curious Tale of Ash and The Whine' by Les Visible
Kindle Edition: $9.99
'The Curious Tale of Ash and The Whine' by Les Visible

More of Visible's books and songs are available through his Store.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

The Unimaginable Squalor of the Banker Army Displaced.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses whatever...whatever (grin).

Some readers are thinking... some important readers (well... all readers are important) that I am not quite myself of late. Hmmm... well, you are correct. No one would be quite themselves after vacating a life of 15 years in a foreign country ( heck... any country), most of which was spent in a single room, looking out on a neighborhood that hadn't changed much in several hundred years. Add in to this equation that you had to leave someone that you deeply loved but which cosmic impetus would not allow you to remain in the company of because... “there are things I need to do with you that I can't do here.” Add into that a Buddha Dog with whom you were in serendipitous sync with for some years. Add in that you are not exactly like most people because... otherwise, you wouldn't be standing apart looking at most people and wondering why they do the things they do, for reasons that are lost in a fog of mystery which... once you penetrate it and it unravels, turns out to be a vacant room. Add in some numbers of things which we won't delineate because it would just take up a lot of space and simply reinforce truths that everyone ought to know anyway... but... doesn't want to (No!) and... yeah... I am probably not myself as I was formerly. The good news is that that is not such a big deal because I am so convinced about where I am headed that I don't terribly miss those who were linchpins of my life because... we will never be apart. We are linked forever on a golden chain of love and... I not only believe this, I know this.

Yeah... I'm not right and I'm up against it too. Many things that could go wrong have gone wrong. However, some things have gone right so... what do I focus on? I focus on what has gone right. There is a side of me (or anyone) that can say to themselves... “I am not going to be able to pull this off, given inflow, related to predictable outflow, as it presents itself on the chalkboard but... as I recall, I have seen these same numbers and comparatives before and... pulled it off quite well. Don't put your attention on drawbacks, limitations and how things may not add up according to the usual mediums of measurement. Put your attention on what you can do for others. Forget yourself. You're not that important. Do something good at every opportunity. Lose yourself in it. Forget yourself and everything will take care of itself. I don't just believe this, I know it. So... yeah... probably I* am not myself right now but... what does that mean? Have I ever truly been myself... truly? Have you? We are phases moving through stages. We are what we think we are, on the way to what we are and what we are is forged in the crucible of experience, as we make those definite and inevitable decisions about what we consider valuable and not valuable. On that rests the entirety of fate, which turns out to be your version of self determinism. You get what you are after. Never forget this. You get what you are after. Period. “Be careful what you ask for?” Right? Right.

I could go out and buy a bottle of Stoli and sit down at my keyboard (which I no longer have) and do a whole bunch of melting nostalgia, early Tom Waits and terribly miss everything I thought I was and that would accomplish... certifiably nothing, except feeling bad the next day. I've learned, painfully, it is true but... I have learned that... like the song says, “You don't take nothing with you but your soul.” Life IS change and these are not just words to me. These are truth. To be yourself you must be yourself. When the urge to act is overwhelmingly upon you... don't. When forces unknown impinge upon your reason and seek to reduce you to an emotionally driven automaton... don't. Shit happens and none of us are exempt from that. The more coarse and self involved among us may look at the unfortunate examples of what happens to everyone, happening to someone else and let go with a schadenfreude laugh but... their turn in the barrel comes next Tuesday.

As I write this, that piece of shit film, “The Wolf of Wall Street” is playing alongside and it pretty much accurately sums up everything that is wrong with the world at a distance (from most of us- either due to conscience, lack of talent or Karma) and which still, from a distance, hammers on near every element of our lives... every day. This film tells you all you need to know about the people that go that way and why you don't.

The first time I came to Hawaii, it took 6 weeks before I wasn't in bed at 7:00PM every night. It's taking less this time but it's still a powerful and impactful force so... you don't get to be yourself under those conditions either. Let's go back to the world... shall we?

The inside is arguably the inside except... even when you think you are seeing outside, you are seeing from the back of your head... inside your head. The outside is nothing more or less than what you project outward, given what you believe is true... so it is for you. So it is for you. You rise and fall on what you believe and to the degree that you do. Let us hope that what you believe turns out to be true. Upon this... rests the fortunes of empires and every tiny individual self. You ARE what motivates and moves you... nothing less and nothing more and ONLY... to that degree.

To the world outside... it has only been and it only is what it appears to be and since it is simply appearances, it cannot be what it appears to be because it only 'appears to be'. I don't know how comprehensive, how detailed, how specifically detailed I have to be to win your awareness but I can say... appearances lie. It is the fundamental nature of appearances to be a deception but... neither the mind nor the emotions are willing to accept this because... because...; it goes contrary to self interest; whether that be in matters of love or fortune. It is what it is. It is what it is.

This is a truly ugly film, this Wolf of Wall Street. It really sums it up. Satanists to the left of me. Satanists to the right of me. Into the Valley of the Satanists marched the doomed among us. It is pretty simple my friends. When the world around you and most every one else around you is ruled by appearances then... if you are a true being AND even though everything seems to be going right for the mainlining appearance junkies and not going right for you... you continue. You continue because... you have no choice. All of you have heard at many junctures on your way, “You have a choice.” I assure you... you have no choice. It is one of those perpetual fantasies that the diligent and integrity burdened argue with themselves about now and again. The bottom line is that you can go with the cosmic imperative or against it. That does not qualify as a choice to me because no sane and committed soul could ever entertain the latter, not after whatever it must have cost them to get to wherever it is that they are. Certainly it may 'appear' that I have contradicted myself or gone whirling off on some tangent of obfuscation but... we said what we said and it is what it is.

I live in two detached domes; more like yurts actually and an elegant jungle motif surrounds them and breeds an addictive lassitude that makes dedication and persistence a continuous labor but... it will pass. It could be worse. I look at the wide world around me and then I remotely view what I know to be true at many points around the world. I see small children carrying rusted tin pails of depleted uranium water. I see something called "The Lords's Army of Resistance", or something like that where small children are kidnapped and forced to commit horrendous abuses against friends and family members as a show of loyalty. I see hundreds of thousands dwelling in hot suffocating tents, where they have been driven by Banker Armies into unimaginable squalor. I see entire cultures wafting nowhere on alcoholic fumes, lurching, grasping and then falling, only to rise again and stumble off into another direction. I see millions of souls brutalized by Materialism and herded from one perversity to another and out of all of this... inexplicably, I see a golden age forming.

Kali Yuga, as we have oft stated here, is a time of Karmic arrangement and readjustment. No small amount of it is tied to times and events of which there is no longer any historical record. Why this has to take place and why we, in particular, have to be here is known to very, very few. Ultimately, it is all about clearing the air. You can't have a golden age flourishing in anything less than the irreversible wreckage of an age of darkness. This is where we find ourselves at the moment; caught up in ever greater and greater expressions of the ridiculous, the absurd and the terrifying. Their reign is over but... like anything large, complex and long lived; like a berserker herd of steroidal mastodons, it takes a lot to bring them down and it might be awhile for them to come down but... since they are the ones bringing themselves down, it is... it is only a matter of time.

What do you do in the meantime? You greet each day with a righteous enthusiasm and you toil and serve as you go. You don't look at the date calendar, the clock or the speedometer. You might occasionally glance at the gas gauge (grin). You do what you've been doing and you up your game. For some of us it has been a long haul of being battered from pillar to post. Sometimes the level of focused malice coming from... (where?) … can be truly intimidating. These things can't be happening to everyone else too, can they? No... for some it's a walk in the park but... look around you and look abroad in the blasted lands. There is no shortage of victims. Count your blessings. No doubt there are many more of them than may first surface at a casual glance.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: Shining Light by Les Visible♫ Shining Light ♫
'Shining Light' will feature on a forthcoming Visible album, sometime in 2015
Lyrics (pops up)

A new Visible album


Visible's Self-Improvement Guide,
Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World

- 'An Exploration Toward the Ineffable'

'Spiritual Survival' by Les Visible


...is now available to buy at Amazon.




Paperback: $25.00
'Spiritual Survival' by Les Visible
Kindle Edition: $9.99
'Spiritual Survival' by Les Visible

More of Visible's books and songs are available through his Store.

Latest Comments at: