Friday, August 28, 2015
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 09:01
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
One of the more interesting features of existence, as it presents itself these days, is the level of pervasive insanity that abounds from sea to shining sea and since we are all surrounded by seas, even if we are many miles inland, that means it can be found just about everywhere and what that means is that it either passes for normal or those observing are themselves so crazy that they don't even notice. Things like this are a common fare but you don't need an endless litany of links from me to tell you what you already know about the state of the world.
On the surface one might gravitate toward some level of despair about the terrible state of things as the Satanic Cabal unleashes its chaos and confusion upon the world, in this last gasp effort to harvest every soul that is not anchored in the ineffable. The winds of discord are wailing down the pipeline of the continuum of end times that are not ending but simply the beginning of something else and what that something else is... none of us save the ineffable knows. This is why faith in the ineffable is so important because it aligns you with the greater plan of the almighty. It makes you one with the ONE.
It is not necessary for us to know the details or to make plans of our own because as we have all heard, “If you want to make God laugh, make plans. I have one plan and that is to serve the ineffable to the limits of my ability and that means to see everything as a special dealing of the ineffable with my soul. When you see the whole of your life and every event in it, no matter how small, as an interaction between you and the ineffable, you are exactly where you need to be. It is not 'not knowing' that creates problems for us, it is 'knowing', because all of our knowing is limited and that means that as long as we think we know we are walking blind. There is only one thing we can know and that is that there is an ineffable and that the ineffable loves us and to the degree that we surrender to this understanding, to that degree, we are able to receive the grace of the ineffable.
If everything falls apart around us, it is only another change in the ever changing infrastructure of appearances. What will never fall apart is the shining rock of the spirit within. There is no life. There are no appearances and no consciousness except that it is expressed in us by the ineffable. It is not a matter of good or evil. It is not a matter of any works performed by us because we can perform nothing except that the ineffable provides the power to do so. All that matters is the degree of our love for the ineffable and the level of sincerity and commitment contained within that love. It is love that defines us, just as it is the lack of love as well. I will return to two pieces of scripture that associate with this and which are absolutely and eternally true; “If God is for me, who can be against me?” AND... “greater is that which is within you than that which is in the world.” Ponder these thoughts and consider the meaning of them; given that they are real and true.
Think of your connection with the ineffable as a matter of electrical cabling. Is it a slender line that can be parted through stress or frayed by trial or circumstance? Is it something that can carry only so much current? Is it a thick and powerful cable that can carry a serious amount of power? This is something that we build by the exercise of faith. To the extent that we focus our attention upon the ineffable through every moment of our day, we build that cable. The slender lines are woven together and built into an unbreakable connection. One strand is not strong enough to endure the vicissitudes of testing and adversity but many strands woven together can possess an enormous strength. Just as one small stick is easily broken in our hands, many sticks in a bundle are not.
We build that shining city, that kingdom of the heart by a relentless application of devotion. It is built block by block, every time we tell the ineffable of our love for him/her/it. The ineffable takes the shape that it is given in the heart and mind of the one who loves the ineffable. The ineffable becomes all things to the one who loves the ineffable. There comes a time when there is nothing but the ineffable and what a shining and inexpressible splendor that is. No one who has ever lived has ever been capable of describing the wonders upon wonders that come along with the love of the almighty. As scripture has very clearly revealed to us; “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”
A lot of us have had some significant problems in recent times. The amount of people who have contacted me about their own episodes is startling. It is like some kind of flu season. It is not hard to understand how these assaults on our being can throw us off center and make us doubt all the things we believe to be true at other times. This is when we need to remind ourselves of all the good things that are true about us that we might not be paying enough attention to, such as, all the people that we are not, like this and all the things we don't do, like this.
We are not rich and indifferent and contemptuous of those who are not rich and indifferent. We are not making war on primitive cultures in pursuit of their resources and geo-political advantage. We are not haunting the malls in pursuit of the latest fashion accessory, or planted in front of our TV's and watching an endless redundancy of terminal dumbass. The television is the altar of worship for the majority of those caught up in the maelstrom of materialism. We are not a great many things and people that if we were, would most certainly be grounds for a terrible depression if we had the intelligence to feel it. Consider the meditations of your heart and how this defines what you are, regardless of how you appear to be in the eyes of the calculating cynics who measure everything according to its status in the world.
It should be obvious to anyone capable of objective thought that there are forces in this world which are directed and focused on making the human race appear as ignorant and ridiculous as it is possible to make them out to be. We are not engaged in that. This is cause for celebration. Simply what you know about yourself, regardless of any lack of success ...or possession of fortune and fame you may not have, is cause for celebration. Being on the right path, despite the costs and the continuing uncertainty of your course is reason for celebration. Do we have any idea of the incalculable worth of a heart centered on the love of one's creator? We do not, or we would be swimming with joy at the possibility of performing it at every turn.
We need to burn away the mist of unknowing that shrouds our consciousness from the blinding light of the ineffable that both fills us and surrounds us on all sides. We cannot see it because of our state of separateness from our real self. Our false self walks in a false light and only illuminates those things that are meant to be seen in a false light. When the everlasting light of the love of the ineffable breaks upon our consciousness, ALL of the objects of the false world disappear from our sight, or are illuminated as what they really are. All of the dangers and deceptions of the false world are burned away and no longer have any power over us at all. Things can happen to us on our way but they are nothing more than instructional events meant to keep us on our sure course to the kingdom of the ineffable. We enter that kingdom when our consciousness rises to a sufficient level that we can see and experience it. Heaven is not in some far away location deep in the distance of the endlessly reaching sky above you. Heaven begins where your feet touch the ground. You walk in the kingdom of Heaven by acting as a citizen of that realm and by embracing the code of conduct that verifies your right to be there. You do it by believing you are doing it, regardless of being able to see or comprehend it. If you are determined in your intention to realize this, it will materialize around you. It will.
If we see everything that happens to us as an expression of the ineffable working on the evolution of our soul, it will be realized as exactly that. If you want to see everything as blind chance and coincidence you will see nothing and there will be no deeper meaning. It is difficult to persevere against the seemingly unending force of opposition. It can be very difficult but... it is not impossible and so long as the ineffable is walking that course with you, seen or unseen, it is a certainty. The ineffable does not fail. We might fail but the ineffable does not and if we are aligned with the ineffable we will not fail either. Love is always victorious and the motive engine of the ineffable is love.
A little posing and Patrick Willis speaking from Visibilandia:
This past Sunday's radio broadcast is up for streaming.
Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World
- 'An Exploration Toward the Ineffable'
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Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 22:52
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 02:06
Friday, August 14, 2015
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Today we address a subject that has been a hot button issue for some time. No doubt this will offend some who have been brainwashed by the system and peer pressure. It is mostly the young who are affected. In that period of their life they are awash in idealism and the desire to be inclusive of all. They have had the supposed sins of the past drummed into their heads and for most of them, being reasonable or objectively analytical are not a part of their modus operandi. Thinking has been overwhelmed by feeling and feeling is something easily and relentlessly manipulated by those seeking to control social agendas.
What we are talking about is that gay political thing; not the consideration of being gay itself. That's none of our business. I will say this, Nature is not gay, or there would be no Nature ...but cultures can be gay; not overall, or there would be no culture after a certain period of time. Unfortunately, in order to discuss the gay political agenda, we have to delve somewhat into the gay lifestyle. I'll draw no conclusions on that. I am simply going to state some truths that we know, or should know by observation, about gay culture, such as... gay is very rarely monogamous. It shouldn't be assumed here that i am some kind of cheerleader for monogamy. That is also a matter of personal preference. I'm simply stating what is commonly known. I also want to point out that nothing I say here will sit well with those invested in this lifestyle, regardless of whether it is true or not. The same thing applies here as applies to those who, hearing the truth about 9/11 say, "I don't care if it's true or not. Even it was, I wouldn't believe it anyway."
The main argument from the gay political agenda is that the gay lifestyle it is a human rights issue. They argue that gays deserve every right presently being enjoyed by the straight community. Anyone who has watched the changes that have been brought about in recent years surely realizes by now that equal is not the objective. The objective is the permanent subjugation of the tyranny of the straight lifestyle beneath the demands and desires of the alternate sexual community. Let's keep in mind that this is a tiny splinter of the whole of the world's population. It is made to appear much larger than it is by the Crass Media which is 94% owned by the Zionist, atheist Tribe consortium and it is a part of their agenda to destroy the family unit, the Christian religion and western culture and you may be sure that is not all.
Here are certain irrefutable truths about gay culture. These are demonstrably and provably so and there is no sane, rational or truthful argument that can be made to the contrary; gay individuals appear very, very sparingly in primitive cultures. They appear very sparingly in emerging cultures. It proliferates in declining cultures. Decadence is also a by product of declining cultures. History has proven this out again and again so I don't need to get deeper into it. I am not saying this because I want it to be true but because it is true. Gay lifestyles proliferate commensurate with the force of Materialism and at a far greater percentage in urban as opposed to rural environments. Over population is a major determinant of gay behavior and this has been proven ad nauseum by experiments with rats and beautifully delineated in Ton Wolfe's article; "Oh Rotten Gotham, Sliding Down the Behavioral Sink."
When Materialism becomes the supreme influence in the manifest sphere, as presently, appearances dictate to be true. the strongest impetus in sexual identifiers is demonstrated in Reverse Kundalini. The reason for this is that Materialism is always represented by a Satanic mind set and agents of the same who are also Reverse Kundalini practitioners. Bottom line (pun intended) the magnetic draw of the process is down and into The Pit. Everything is geared in a particular direction AND there are attendants, footmen, retainers; confusion, disorder and discord. They all work together to a common end, accent on 'end'. The whole thing is as funny and entertaining as a prolapsed colon.
Let's move to one of the centerpieces of the whole affair which is the ascendance of anal sex, both gay and heterosexual. These days many younger people consider it a form of birth control. Now... it isn't my place to define the morality of what people choose to engage in with each other, I will simply say this and everyone is free to make their own determinations on the matter. What is the esoteric meaning behind the ritual penetration of the canal that exists for the processing of waste products?
There is a war going on and it is an information war and most all information wars are about competing propagandas. Who is most likely to have the most efficient impact with their propaganda and the greatest reach? Those who control the mediums of dissemination. This is why the very forces that are most active in pushing these lifestyles are also the ones in control of the media. If one seeks to be objective they are inclined to weigh all of the evidence impartially. They want to find the truth, not prove a point. When all you are after is proving your point, you will go to any length to get it done and the facts be damned. This is why I seek to avoid argument at all costs. I don't argue. I state. You can take it or leave it. My belief is that when you are committed to argument, you have missed the point. Here's another twist in the wind in this world of continuous change; sometimes both positions are right. They only cease to be when they devolve into argument.
Does the Buddha argue? Does any enlightened soul argue? They state their case and then they are silent. Sometimes they state their case by their silence and how is it that that is an effective statement? It is because if there is one thing they know it is that the ineffable knows. They also know that the only constant here is change. What does not change is what remains unseen.
There are many reasons for the larger numbers of gay identifiers these days. One of them is that the feminine dynamic is being restored in this coming age and when that filters through the lens of materialism it results in the sexual feminization of the male and a certain amount of role reversal. This is on the physical level where, as it so happens, in this time, Materialism is the driving force. On higher planes it results in the awakening of the esoteric feminine qualities. These are the very qualities in practice in the lives of the more evolved among us. These are the qualities that we see activated in masters. Unfortunately such mastery is not celebrated in these times. Rather, it is the lowest common denominator that is in the ascendant. If you can control the sexual mores and blur the distinctions between men and women then you can control the discourse of public thought. We are not all equal and everything is not okay but the proof of that will be in the putting or pudding as you prefer.
We are going to find out what is okay and what is not. We already have ample evidence of things that are and are not okay. It should be as clear as sunlight who is behind all of these gay political organization. Feel free to argue about this evidence. Feel free to argue with this evidence and by all means feel free to argue with this evidence. It should be as obvious as can be. When you go to the forces behind 9/11 they are also all from the same demongraphic. Stating the obvious invites censure and slander. I have first hand experience of this and so does anyone else who has taken the trouble to put themselves in the line for truth. It is not a career enhancing choice. It comes at a cost and so one must make the determination within. Is the truth more important than the pursuit of self interest? This you must answer for yourself.
My feelings on being gay is that it is not something that one always has control over and sometimes it is one of those matters of reincarnation and Karma. For the purpose of experience and demonstration, sometimes one has to live out certain forms of behavior. Why this is I do not know. I have no opinion on the right or wrong of anyone's sexual preferences. I do have an opinion on the political aspects as they play out on the greater stage of world events. I am especially motivated when I study who it is that is behind it and that is OBVIOUS. It should go without saying that their end game is less about sexual expression and more about political and social control of the culture. Even more, it is about the complete destruction of the culture. One need only look at what they did with the Bolshevik Revolution in Russia where as many as 60,000,000 Christians were murdered. Do you get the feeling they have something kinder and gentler in mind for this go round?
This is why I am in possession of the perspective that I have. It's not about who you are having sex with. It is about a particular sex act that a partiular cabal of Reverse Kundalini Engineers wants to perform on you and everyone around you. Assume the position or... not.
Well... we all have to make up our own minds or they will be made up for us.
The real hip injury:
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 01:29
Saturday, August 08, 2015
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
When we used to be listed at well trafficked sites, sometimes I would look at the counter on the page and watch all the countries scroll by. Over time I saw visitors from every country in the world and on occasion, countries I had never heard of before. It always made me think about the new virtual world that we lived in, surrounded by vast distances but right there too, in a way.
I seem to live in that virtual world now. The last two days I had this period of being filled with life and feeling like a lot of different things happened and then... it occurred to me that I hadn't spoken to another person in all that time. Of course, I'd had conversations but it would have been difficult for another to have seen who they were with. In some ways I miss the sweet intimacies that I am able to experience with another person, such as I had for many years recently. It was often of such a level that the usual messy physicality didn't intrude upon the serenity of the exchange. I'm not in opposition to human contact, as it has expressed itself in the usual ways of which we are all familiar. I can't say that life has shortchanged me in any way in that category. It's often the case with poets. They may miss out on a lot of the more terrestrial features of existence but they don't usually miss out on love.
I'm talking more about the silent exchanges that pass between people, watching a movie; body working their feet to take away the stress of the days footsteps, walking with the dogs through the green and yellow kingdoms of Lady Nature. It's often so much more than anything that gets said. It's more about the beautiful ambiance of a hidden resonance but... it doesn't matter how clean and serene life might be between people, life has its own agenda and exercises it as it wishes, without our wishes being taken into consideration. Sometimes we just have to go our way and no one knows why that is. It just happens. I was told, several years before it became apparent, that my life was going to change because other things were expected of me and I was expected to be somewhere else and evolve into someone else for some purpose of demonstration that would be hidden from me until such time as it was to become known.
I said goodbye outside the train station on my way to Frankfurt airport. There were tears but none of them were mine. I tried to explain to Poncho but he didn't get it. He always knew when I was leaving the house and his disappointment was great on those occasions when he couldn't go. The car was a big deal to Poncho. You see, he came from Italy. I went to get him in a small town a hundred miles from where I lived. From the start he had a fixation on being in the car and I couldn't understand why. A short time later I heard about the Italians and their summer vacation thing with dogs and I understood what had happened to Poncho.
In Italy, the families will get a puppy for their children to play with during the summer. In the fall, they pack up and somewhere on their route, they push the dog out of the car in some town or rest spot and then drive away, leaving him there. This is what happened to Poncho. It happens hundreds, maybe thousands of times every year. It is an abomination. It is heartbreaking. I used to see these dogs wherever I went. I carried food and water in my car. Some of them would limp because they had been hit by cars. Some others didn't make it. I felt as helpless as I ever have in my life. I couldn't take them all home. To this day, Poncho fixates on the car. In his mind he is afraid he will be left behind again and in a way he was. Some part of him remembers me and I know he wonders, inasmuch as dogs do, about where I might be now. We were too close for me not to cross his mind now and again. I'd been with him most all of his life but I just walked away and I will probably not see him in this life again but I will see him again. I know there is an incomprehensible beauty and mysterious magic to life that guarantees we will see those whom we truly loved again... somewhere... some day. No separation where love was involved is permanent.
So... I walked away at the train station from what had been my life and I let it fall away from me like a suit of clothes. I could have been sad and unhappy but what would be the point of that? I didn't stop loving anyone. I loved them all the more. What tears us apart is the parting, the separation, the idea that we somehow failed, even though life and it's long agenda is greater than us and has a purpose to it. We cannot see this purpose because of the pandemic disposition to short term awareness and that is why the timeless aspect is so important to cultivate.
Nothing tears at us so much as comfortable familiarity. We rely on dependable patterns of interplay. They tell us that all was well at some point. Wittingly or unwittingly we yearn for these states. We remember with great poignancy and regret those times and places when all seemed well. These are dreams, sillk screened into life from the subliminal to the manifest.
Shakespeare presented an interesting and generally inescapable travelogue on existence called "The Seven Ages of Man";
"All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances.
And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
One thing of power has come to me through all the disappointments and setbacks. You can hold on to nothing except that which holds on to you; that seeks to live its life in your own. If you can break the sequences of mortality, then the temporary personalities will be banished and the one enduring self will remain. All of life's turnabouts and tragedies are brought into play to accomplish this end, yet we rail against our misfortunes and cannot comprehend that they are all set into place to free us. We wrap our arms in the bars of our prisons and struggle against the efforts of our liberator to bring us out of the darkness and into the light. Fundamentally... we do not trust. We know better. We want that wide screen TV. We want our security and shelter. We want to be loved and important; loved for what we are not and important according to a being fabricated to that end and who has no more permanence than the green leaves that fall and turn brown. Soon they are once more a part of the Earth. Cycles within cycles, like the gears of a watch, turning through the twelve hourly increments of time, only to repear again and again and again.
If our love is timeless, there is no sorrow, there is no loss, there is no real separation. Before we met, we were unknown to one another. Then it was so familiar. First there is the magic of profound recognition in one another. For a time we set one another free. Then, in an effort to control it, we kill the magic and confer bondage on the one we love, out of the fear of loss. Then we accomplish the very thing we were at such pains to avoid. It's gone on from time before time and it goes on today, all over the world;
"I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on our night moves
And it was summertime"
Capulets and Montagues all... misunderstandings and tragic results. The only way to save our love is to set it free, as deep in our hearts we know it seeks to be. Love cannot own, it can only release. The one thing true love never does is think of itself and if we are not loved as we might wish to be, what does that have to do with our loving despite this? Imagine the love and understanding of the great souled ones who have come and gone and yet are always here; who love and understand us far more than we do and who love us so very much more than we love ourselves or any other. Love is remarkable, once it passes out of the realm of self interest, it is remarkable and it is all service. We do not define Love. Love defines us. We are the sum total of what we allow ourselves to be shaped by.
“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?”
"The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”
“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
“Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.”
“Knock, And He'll open the door. Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun. Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens. Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.”
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”
“Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.”
“Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.”
If you would like more Rumi, there is plenty here pages and pages. He's always saying the same thing, isn't he?
I am unconcerned about what I have lost because what I have lost would have consumed me had I not lost it and I can love from afar because there is no afar. There is only where 'we are'. Love as deeply as you can. Whenever the thought of the beloved comes to the surface of the mind... love, love, love. If you have been misunderstood, or if circumstances turned against you... simply continue to love. If your love is real it will make you real. If your love is deep and strong it will make you deep and strong. Let love shape you and you will become perfection itself.
♫ The Love ♫
'The Love' is track no. 2 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album
'God in Country'
About this song (pops up)
Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World
- 'An Exploration Toward the Ineffable'
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Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 00:29
Tuesday, August 04, 2015
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there and just because you can doesn't mean it is.
Every now and then some of those moments comes around and you segue off into one of those exits of the imagination and you find page after page of impossible reaches into some dreamscape. We're all searching for some sort of serenity. We get the idea it must be, 'out there' somehow but... it's not. It could be out there but you'd have to bring 'in there' along because otherwise you get reminded all the time about something vague and undefined that's missing.
It's not all that hard to understand the fascination of money, when it can land you in some sparkling oasis, somewhere far away from everything else, in the Caribbean, the South Pacific... the world's clutter is nearly everywhere you go. It's also flammable. The combustibility of the material plane is not in doubt. California is burning right now. In the burgeoning urban wastelands, all manner of fiery circumstance is smoldering beneath the paint rags in the corner of that dark basement, that sits beneath all the gaudy Hollywood fronts up top. Some of the fronts are not so gaudy. They are in serious disarray, a kind of torn and tattered dishabille, of disharmonious and threatening cityscapes, filled with brutalized and boarded up buidings and long narrow shadows that move in synchronicity with the deadly disenfranchised of the American nightmare. From Chicago to Baltimore and curling around like the Fingers of Sauron reaching along the super highways to East St. Louis and beyond, reaching on to the low rider Hells of Riverside and everywhere that the psychopathic social experiments of the self styled elite are having their moments of disorder, before desert gets served; some kind of flambe, I'm guessing.
It is a fitting irony that all that intensifying desire and the frustrations of unreachable objects and objectives, would begin to experience spontaneous combustions because of the pressure of millions of bodies, pressing up against each other in a writhing and twisting frenzy of misdirected need and greed. They aren't getting anything and they aren't going anywhere, except back and forth from the apartment to the treadmill. The favored, of course, will have a better success rate. They'll be knocking them back at those watering holes of privilege, rubbing each other on the back with that 'hail fellow, well met' thing, there amidst all of the other slithering snakes of quid pro quo.
Around the world the desperate wanting festers in massive population zones like Karachi, Mexico City, Bejing. You can't know what it's like unless you've been there. In Mexico City, packs of feral and ravenous dogs eat the unwary.
Because the system is based on separations of class, determined by the fortunes of birth and association, it eventually results in too few in possession of too much and too many in possession of nothing at all. Everything functions, when it functions, on the principle of balance. As long as some balance is retained, some semblance of order exists. This is not to say that justice plays any part in it. This is only to say that as long as balance is greater than imbalance, there is the appearance of some kind of sustainable routine.
In Iraq, the children bear radioactive water home in abandoned Jerry cans and whatever containers they can find. Anti personnel mines and cluster bombs blow up at random intervals, attended by blasted limbs, twisting in the air for a moment, until they land somewhere in the poisoned dust. I close my eyes and see some private island, winking in a turquoise sea. It does not wait there for me. It waits for those who have skimmed and scammed the finances necessary to acquire them. They are a breed apart. I don't know these people, our lives are so very, very different but... my life is nowhere near as bad as some already mentioned here.
During the horrible Iraq/Iran war with all that poison gas and the millions who went down in the conflict, the rats grew to be up to 26 pounds. There was so much to eat. It was a never ending vermin banquet. Far away from most of us, human tragedies of epic proportion take place and we barely hear about them. East Timor was nothing more than a speed bump on the way to some dark Rothschild Rio Tinto fantasy.
Today, in The Congo, Coltan Fever is epidemic. The conditions are a complexity of bandit hordes, killing with impunity. Before that was Rwanda and all over the dark continent, darkness is in a full blown sway over the flyblown landscape. At the heart of it all is the lust for resources in western culture. Let us not forget The Sudan. It's hard to imagine the reality of what takes place in these locations. It's not just Africa. It's all over the place and because of what is happening there and in countries near about, there is a swarm of refugees taking every imaginable risk, in order to reach some point of safety and I dream about some unattainable island in the Caribbean, when I am already on an island and though my circumstances are generally more iffy than stable, they are nothing like the unfortunate state of so many others. Uncertainty and dire impoverishment might threaten me but neither have actually knocked on the door yet.
I've dreamed of these islands for many years; something intensely private and mostly deserted. I think it is more of an inner world that one sometimes visits in dreams, more so than in reality. I've lived in the Caribbean. I lived for months on a beach on Andros Island; the least populated and largest island in the Bahamas chain. When I was there it was primitive and desolate. There were towns that were a little more than ten miles apart and people in one town that had never been to the other in their whole lives. I lived with my girlfriend in a tent on the beach where I also built one of those tropical structures out of palm fronds and bamboo, or whatever it was. It was a glorious period and maybe it is the memory of that that keeps returning to my mind but... as I said, maybe it's just an interior place yet to be opened for residence because I have it right here already, sort of. Of course... there is a lot of that materialism here but you can't see it from my driveway and you got to drive for awhile before you get there.
In the war torn regions the idea of materialism is their own dream of islands. This is understandable when you are hungry and poor and live under the threat of death and worse at all times and where there is litle in the way of health care and a great deal in the way of pestilence. Follow the money and you know who is responsible for these things and those responsible don't live there. They live in London and New York, Brussels and Tel Aviv. They are the bankers who print the currencies and they are all the rest of them who live in pursuit of the currency. They are monsters and a sizable portion of them are Ashkenazi Klingons birthed from the hemorrhoidal regions at the ass end of the universe and they have come here because this is their time. Certain lifeforms prosper in certain environmental climates.
Well... I didn't stay long studying those islands. I'm back here now, on my own island, which is itself on an island, far out in the Pacific and about as far away from anything else as you can get, which is certainly a part of its charm. When the system collapses this will not be the easiest place to get to.
I supppose what I am writing about today is to count your blessings. Never forget all of what is taking place outside of your sight line. Live in comparative awareness and be grateful. Be very, very grateful.
I'll try to get that radio broadcast up for those of you with any interest. Revisit this space later for a link.
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