Visible Origami

Colored Perception and Limited Perspective.

2012-01-27T12:39:00.001+01:00

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

Life goes on, after a fashion. Sometimes life limps and sometimes it leans on a cane, which is a metaphor for the divine will. That we don't know what we are leaning on is a problem in perception. Most difficulties are problems in perception. Perception and perspective; limited perspective, can be a real problem because it places you with a limited amount of information and this can lead to assumption and reaction far more extreme than what is actually called for.

Fear plays a big part in relation to wrong perception and limited perspective. Many times we are in fear of something happening and it doesn’t happen. In the meantime, we take steps in particular directions that we didn't need to take and that leads to a host of new conditions, based on something that didn't even happen and which lead to a whole new set of conditions that didn't have to come into being had we not been motivated by a fear of things that did not come to pass.

All of us have done things to ward off anticipated injuries, only to find that we created all kinds of injuries that never had to happen but, unfortunately did. Getting back to where you were before you began to react to shadows and tilt at windmills can be seriously problematic. Sometimes you are not supposed to and sometimes it's a good thing because you know things you didn't know before and this knowledge can spare you a greater and more enduring harm further down the road.

I've mentioned the three faces of the human personality before. The first face is the face we all present to each other when we first meet. This is the face we want people to see. The second face emerges over time. It is what interactive experience reveals and only the most disciplined among us can conceal it for any length of time. The third face emerges when you encounter danger together. I should add that this also includes the appearance of danger, which may not materialize and which may not even be danger. It's a matter of perception and limited perspective.

Anyone who operates in the field of business, human relations and even warfare, knows about setting up different scenarios in order to see what they produce. These things are done for different reasons. You can call them 'tests', if you like. They are done to cause people to reveal what they might do under real situations; where a lot of money is on the table, where a level of trust needs to be established, or where assessments need to be made concerning ones responses and abilities under fire. This sort of thing happens all day long in the different theaters of human operation because they are necessary to the end result. You don't want to enter into serious or long term relationships, where the outcome is in question. Of course, you can't always, or even generally, be 100% sure but you can be close enough for rock and roll.

Sometimes we don't know that we are being tested, however, in the cosmic sense, we always are.

One of the things that savvy operators know, having been exposed to the same routines over and over, is that people are predictable. People who like to plot assume everyone else is plotting. People who engage in various things, reflexively assume that others are doing the same. A conversation seen through a window but not heard, takes upon itself all of the implications that define the motivations and intentions of the one observing the conversation. Realistically, the people having the conversation could be talking about anything but... not according to the predispositions of the one observing it, through colored perception and limited perspective.

Following this, the person observing the conversation, embarks on a series of actions and conversations of their own, to thwart what they have imagined is happening. If they are later informed of the error of their perceptions, they are loathe to accept the truth of the matter for several reasons; guilt, denial, pride, willfulness or, simply because it suited their purposes in the first place.

Anyone versed in human dynamics, who needs to see what is really operative, under the veils of personality, will shake up the situation in some way to see what reveals itself in the process. In ordinary life, when nothing much is on the table, the necessity to do this may not come into play but... when the course of one's own existence, efforts and time are in the pot, one is well advised to engineer conditions that will give indicators of future potentials.

One can expect a degree of fallout from engaging in this sort of thing but the price is not too much to pay, given the price one would be forced to play, further down the line. It makes a great deal of practical sense. Only a fool or an amateur doesn't troubleshoot the “what ifs?” In circumstances like this, the practitioner is doing everyone a favor, though it may not be so perceived at the time.

As predictable as the human ego may be, it can also be extraordinarily complex. The primary concern of the human ego is survival. Following that you have reproduction and then personal power. It doesn't actually move past that very far because after that point it has generally surrendered itself to something of greater power, with a higher motivation or, as the case may be, something of greater power with a lower motivation that has presented itself as something glorious like patriotism, or some other kind of nonsense. The ego is easily deceived and mislead. It's very good at deceiving itself to begin with. It is also very easily exposed as well and lacks (in most cases) the objective reasoning ability to see that it is being uncovered until it is far too late.

The ego loves to lie and tell fantastic tales about itself, which most egos can see through because of the resonance factor. The ego loves to presume to knowledge it doesn't have and expound on and demonstrate it but it always does it badly in these cases. The combination of intelligence and an unrefined or undisciplined ego is a recipe for disaster. You see it all the time. You might not recognize that that is what is happening but it is. Take a closer look at news items and observed events in the world around you with this particular construct in mind.

One of the things the ego is extremely good at, with the assistance of the mind- when it is not its friend- is rationalization. To discover if rationalization is actually being employed one has to look at the life evidence of the subject. Is there pattern and precedence? You always have to consider the general level of consistency in anything. It's a good thing if you are a chemist, metaphysically speaking. It's good to have a legal mind as well, metaphysically speaking. You have to be able to follow 'the chain of evidence' and every court in the land takes prior offenses and community associations under consideration when sentencing occurs, unless the crime is very serious and... even then, different factors can come into play; regrettably this means that justice is often influenced by things like money, power, connections and so forth.

One must always take care, or at least be aware of, the volatility and vile capacity of the ego when it is threatened. The ego rarely forgives, especially when it has massive investments in things it presumes to have but does not possess. You may consider the variety of negative emotions that can be generated under different circumstances. They all play through the ego, which is a musical instrument of sorts but generally noted for its dissonance.

Refined egos can easily see their way out of any number of situations, simply through the recognition of its own involvement and also when it can recognize that the greater good contains its own best interests as well. Less refined egos mire themselves more and more in the conflicts and conditions of offensive actions, which only serve to further expose it. There are very few easy roads for the ego and it's generally not inclined to take them; stuff and nonsense, but no less painful for all of that.

Everything comes down to perception and perspective. Some have learned to arrest perception and look at things, without employing any coloration, because coloration is a projection, or more precisely, a lens inserted between the object and the observer. Some have learned to climb a hill to improve perspective. Indeed, 'the path' moves upward for this very purpose.

In our next cogent (grin) production in these environs, we will consider a long available but seldom noticed software that came on to the market some time ago called, “Anti-Guru 1.0”. It's a proactive engine that runs in the background much like your anti-virus and it updates itself automatically as well.

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Why Can't I get There from Here?

2012-01-21T18:38:00.000+01:00

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

Greetings Earthlings and visitors from any and all locations wherever that may be. The clock is ticking down and the tension is creeping up, as those committed to injury, make their desperate plans for escape and release; neither of which will attend their foul enterprises.

In the meantime, the rest of us work toward something concealed in the mist or concealed inside ourselves. I suppose that means mist on either side of the equation. There have been no transmissions from this locality of late and that is most likely due to not knowing what to transmit. There is an unpredictability to all things at the moment and the sort of condition that can give one the impression of being suspended in space or suspended in a gelatin solution, depending on the degree of compressed associations.

I look at my own life, which for the longest time was contained in a single room and now I'm contained by nothing but the uncertain parameters of a wide, wide world, whose dimensions and distances I have seen only a portion of until, well, until whenever until occurs.

For some, no doubt, cosmic reason, we do not see the increments and footsteps that have led us into circumstances of dramatic change. We're just there one day, pondering how it is that we came to be there. I know there are many people who sit in their prison cells of the moment, asking themselves similar questions; “Did it all begin when I met that girl? Was it later on when her brother asked me to step down to the pub that evening. Was it really more the result of that day I told my parents I couldn't stay around anymore? Did it start in school when I lost interest in what was being said in the classroom? Did I ever have a choice?”

Yes, these days many people are pondering the question, “How did I get here from there”? Some are pondering another alternative; Why can't I get there from here”? Some are probably, actually asking, by some variant of reflection; “Where is here”? “Where is there”? ...or what is here or there. Neither of them become either of them until you are in residence and some of them only become whatever they are, once you are gone. That's a strange consideration but I have little doubt that it is true.

We've got the tools but we may be short of blueprints. We got the blueprints but the guy that explains them is not around. We've got the wind and rain but we don't have the sun. We've got the sun but it's dry as a bone. We've had plenty of rest but it has come at the expense of our dreams. We've had plenty of dreams but we can't seem to get any rest.

It seems to me, when the whole world is in a state of transformation that many of these other things begin to go through people's minds but there aren't any answers. There cannot be any answers until the groundwork for their appearance has been laid down. The moment of the world, as I write these words, hovers, prances or cluelessly perambulates at the edge of a precipice. In many cases the awareness of both the state and the situation is unknown to the people in them, except for the prancers and in that case, the destiny of the dance is defined in their minds. They want it bloody and they are in a position to see it done.

One would presume, given that one has the perspective to do so, that very few of the totality of our numbers are aware of what awaits. You could say that a larger number are in varying degrees of desperation and they are aware of that on a daily and moment to moment basis but... they don't know why. Maybe they think that is how the world just happens to be at the time. Maybe they think it's just their bad luck. Maybe they figure they just never fully prepared for whatever the eventuality is. No doubt some of them know it's the governments in bed with the bankers but I don't think most of them do.

Most people are being carried around in a mist or a miasma, unable to clearly see and unable to clearly think. Sooner or later they will be in the aforementioned 'here' or troubled by the disappearance of 'there' and wondering how that happened and what it means, as the mist or miasma intensifies. All around the world are these large urban experiments. Some of them have twenty million or more people in the area. Adjacent to these tight confinement, are impressive and expanded sprawls and all of them are dependent on the delivery of various things they need or think they do. They're dependent on the cables and conduits that bring them their light and heat. They're dependent on the sheltering walls that keep them in and others out. They're dependent on the decisions and actions of those into whose hands they have placed their trust. They're dependent on a whole lot of things, or think they are and what is going to happen, when the situation goes sideways.

Around many of these large urban compressions, there are particular sprawls that contain, now and again, millions of souls who are on a serious cusp of despair and want. They're just managing to get by; sometimes they are not managing and so it goes. As press comes to push, certain dynamics of irresistible and uncontainable reaction occur. Given that one has the perspective, one can see the combustibility of unfortunate possibility, looming on the event horizon.

I've considered the insanity of the people engineering the vast majority of the world's problems. I've wondered about whether they think they have enough guns, high enough walls, or far enough concealed removes to remain out of harm's way. I've considered the mind set of those they employ to insure their survival in the times of the uproars they are creating. I've looked at the math of it and the poetic irony of the usual cosmic adjustments to the behavior of these creatures and I've also considered that these are not the usual times in which the usual things that the creatures usually depend on happen the way they expect them to. It's a lot to think about, should you, hopefully be in a position where you have the luck or prescience to be in a position where you can exercise the luxury of thinking about these things.

As those few of us who are paying any attention have been so informed, we are coming up on a period where the potential for global injury and outrage are going to be at a very high probability. We're coming up on a kind of worldwide, Ides of March. It's not just about Caesar and certainly Caesar doesn't think so. It's about millions and maybe billions of people suddenly finding themselves dressed in a toga and walking around with earbuds, or bouncing one knee on the other, peering into a cellphone screen, when they should be paying attention to something beyond a self imposed isolation, in their private sensory deprivation tanks, that have been granting them all that temporary immunity from thinking about what is going on around them; much less inside them.

Yes, the signs are not good for those living in “I don't want to hear about it” ville. You have my sympathies, even though I will probably never get to tell you in person. It's not all that much easier for those of us who have been paying attention because some of us don't know how 'here' turned into 'there' or where 'there' went either and we got to slog off into the unknown just like you do. It might be a different unknown and the procedures and processes will no doubt be different but it's still unknown, so, as Lord Buckley once said through one of his characters, “There you jolly well are, aren't you”?

You can be optimistic about all of this, even if it doesn't look good at the moment. The universe takes care of its own and makes it a point to save those who are under consideration for the next act in a brand new age. Making contact and getting instructions often has a great deal to do with not making plans. Otherwise, you might wind up having to carry those plans out and we know where that sort of thing can lead (grin).

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By Way of Some Kind of Explanation.

2012-01-11T20:15:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Dear friends... slowly, not so slowly, decompressing from yesterdays Petri Dish rant, let me continue on in the theme of the last Origami about loss. I will be as honest here today as discretion permits, in the hope that what I have to say will be of assistance to the rest of you. There are also issues that have arisen concerning me, over time, that need to be put to rest.

Today, I received an email from a close friend. He mentioned that his wife of many years was possibly seeking a divorce. This is not the only case I am familiar with and I know of others who have recently become estranged from those they were previously joined together with. This fellows girlfriend left him. This fellows wife left him. It should come as no surprise that my own domestic situation is in the same condition and dovetails with my trip for meets and greets with readers and which should, given plans made to make god laugh, extend to the end of February.

In my own situation, in my relationship, the friendship is very strong and intact and will not change but it is clear that there is a directional shift and I may, soon enough, find myself on my own with no idea of where or what lies ahead. I am telling you this for a 'very good reason'. We are not at fault, in the main, for what is happening to us. It is not the players, it is the play. It is not the personnel, it is the times. As awakening takes places in all of our lives, our mindset and the conditions of our lives are undergoing sweeping changes. There is nothing any of us can do but adapt.

Some of you are standing alone in the forest this morning. Some of you are sitting somewhere at some location in your lives and wondering, deeply wondering what is happening to you. Some of you cannot get your heads or your hearts around it. You have invested in the bank of anothers affections and now, your investments have become a temporary phase of attention for the purpose of demonstration. Take heart and be strong. Many of you have been coming here for some time and you know that, by and large a lot of good people come here. We are on the event horizon of a pressing migration of thought and being into a new dimension. We do not know the architecture or environment of this new world. In most cases we don't even know who we are. Take heart, you will soon know a great deal more than you did.

Even a few weeks ago, I had a solid plan of action that involved going here, going there and going back again. I might not have know the particulars concerning what I was going to encounter but I had a clear idea of my itinerary. I have little idea concerning any of that now, though I have a much better idea of what I do.

As it dawned on me over the last couple of days, I made no mention of it here. Obviously, connected souls are all on the same bandwidth. We are resonating with each other across large distances. This morning I received a communication from a dear friend on my itinerary, with whom I had not shared any of this and he said, “Don't make me come and fetch you”. I mention this to point out that some not insignificant number of us are closely connected to each other and are shortly going to find out that it becomes like listening to the radio. Whole new areas of communication and thought are opening up. Be prepared.

If you are apprehensive about your future and all that has been familiar for so long, you must trust your author. You must understand that we are entering into uncharted waters of being and consciousness and none of us will be spared some aspect of the changes rolling over this planet.

Let us move on to the next thing, simply because it has come up occasionally and may well reflect a wider concern among the readers who possess insufficient information concerning me. Some portion of you, no doubt, think I am crazy. Some of you may think I engage in an excessive lifestyle filled with strange comestibles and all sorts of wild flights into the unknown. Well, you don't get far sticking with the familiar. Some of you are fearful of the location I am in and concerned for your own safety in coming here. Let me address these things with all the brutal honesty at my command and should you need corroboration from those in whose company I have been in recently, you have only to ask them. They're not shy.

Am I crazy? Compared to what? I write these blogs with a consistency and a content hardly rivaled anywhere by diversity and amount. I write books. I record music; a lot of music. I collaborate with other people. I do radio shows and video presentations. I get from one place to another and I engage people on many levels. Could a crazy person do that? Define crazy. Ambulances and authorities are not going back and forth from where I am to where they are. But... am I crazy? Compared to normal, you bet I am and I wouldn't have it any other way. You can't find God without going crazy; fundamentalist redundancy is not finding God; quite the opposite. In a suit and tie world of forced regimentation, I am definitely certifiable and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Do I take all manner of drugs and howl at the moon? Do I communicate with unseen beings and engage in things that might cause others to seek professional help due to association? I certainly have done so. However, the truth of recent times is of a far more sedate order. Half a dozen times a year, I am lucky enough to get my hands on some ketamine, which allows me to engage in certain forms of exploration. And forget about the spiritual or legal legitimacy of that because God approves and gets it for me. Yes, that is something a crazy person might say. It is true though and I don't much care who believes it. Generally, the effect of this item on me is extremely salutary. I suffer from a certain condition and it fixes it, quick and effectively. I thought it would be easy to get here but it is very difficult. It seems they changed the laws just for me prior to my arrival (grin). Besides that, I very, very occasionally take mushrooms and haven't in a long time. Sometimes I drink Campari. It's the one alcoholic beverage I can rely on as being even a little useful. Sometimes I have a few beers. Sometimes I have a little wine with my meal. That covers the totality of my consciousness altering engagements. Now and again I have a private bout of consumption for the purpose of blowing the carbon out of my jets

Am I a Svengali? Any contacts of any related order of this sort are not initiated by me and through my life that has mostly been the case. Do I care at all about any of that anymore? not much. Am I wild and freakish in my behavior? I don't think so and it wouldn't make me very effective would it?

Is it dangerous here? It's dangerous everywhere if you are not paying attention. Actually, it's as safe here, from what I can see, as it was where l left and it doesn't get much safer than that. Danger can find you anywhere and I am sure that it can be found here, if you go looking or if you behave stupidly.

Seriously, do you think I would be allowed to write the sort of thing you have been reading at this specific blog for these years if I was anything but, more or less, disciplined and precise? Could I write these things without assistance from the higher realms? Could what is written resonate with and impact upon so many people if were not being assisted from the higher realms? Of course not. Judge within your heart and don't let your complete lack of knowledge concerning any personal experience of me invade your fear zones.

Now, truthfully, it doesn't matter to me one way or the other how anyone takes this. I'm going to be and do what I have been doing and will be doing until I stop doing it. I'm going to do it regardless of opinions, obstacles, gigantic shadows, legal documents, governmental or religious bullshit. I'm just going to keep doing it until it's time to do something else or I give evidence of why I am called Les Visible in the first place. You can imagine what the passport authorities sometimes think of that.

Yes, I am different... but I would say that was to the good and it appears that my being different is a good thing here and it usually is. That has been my experience. Truthfully, I am very hermetic and exceedingly private. I keep to myself and hang out with my invisible friends. Now the time has come to step out of those confinements, without losing any of it, and into the company of others. That's just the way the architect has drawn it up. I'll do that until it turns into something else.

We're having a fantastic time here. There's a rightness and a rhythm that you don't often see. I'm surprised myself. You can continue to believe whatever you want and it's macht nichts to me who I do or do not see, or where or when it does or doesn't happen. I've told you how it is with me, so... if you are harboring other impressions, please disabuse yourselves, or perhaps, simply suspend your judgment until such time as we actually meet, if we ever do. Of course, some people don't like me period and they can think what they like. Please, feel free. In the meantime, we're all God's children, one way or another and we will all grow and continue such as it may be for each and all. I send you my love and sincere hopes for your future. And so it goes.

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Loss and Gain on The Golden Main

2012-01-08T20:50:00.000+01:00

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

Greetings and salutations from the hinterlands. Whoa and it has been a stellar and interesting week; as weeks go, I haven't seen the like in a very long time. We'll be talking about Origami related matters today, this being Origami and hoping not to fold, spindle or mutilate ourselves in the process. It looks like the whole concept of a community is, 'off the charts' possible, likely and definite, dependent only on the quality of the personnel so engaged and their willingness to understand the relationship between 'community' and 'commune'. We are more than the sum of our parts, individually and collectively and it is that extra, immeasurable portion that is the source of all continuity and good things.

I'm astounded at the rightness of the moment, in a carpe diem sort of a way. I'm astounded at the possibilities and potential, just as I am astounded at the patently absurd condition of the wider world. It appears that the denser and more insane the passing world gets, the lighter and saner it becomes those scattered oasis’s of thought that are operative in the emergent dynamic of the incoming world precipitating into being within and around us. These are difficult times and these are exciting times. These are times of gain and loss.

Many of us are losing the familiar and that means people, conditions and environments. It can be a rough go. Some of us are having real difficulty adjusting to this. Some of us have lost people that were everything to us. Some of us are about to. We are losing jobs, friendships and families as the imperative of change comes upon us. Some are not willing to make the changes necessary. The old ways have us in too firm a grasp. Some us have come to the term of our time here and are scheduled to depart. There's no point in arguing about it; one had better meet it at the marrow as L.T. would say. We can rail all that we want at the things we would rather not see or hear but that's the same thing as trying to argue with a bear over your right of passage and guns don't work with this bear.

My greatest concern is with those of you who have lost someone dear to you and are finding it a hard cross to bear. It is one of the most difficult arts to find the words necessary to make the need and necessity for this understood. In the cases I am familiar with, we are talking about very good people. They have gone to a far better place. I know this. You can argue with my position and you can argue with what is stated in all of the world's great scriptures. You can argue with the wind and good luck with that. It is important to remember that it is really only yourself you are grieving for but you shouldn't grieve too greatly. You're headed on there yourself. Meanwhile you've still got work to do. Don't hasten the process for yourself, that is the worst possible course. Live in their honor, confident of reunion. Ask yourself this, “Does life make any point otherwise”? Think about it. Does life entire add up to anything at all otherwise? What was the point of being here in the first place if it is not connected to some greater dynamic? That's just plain stupid and the cosmos is not stupid. Look at the intricate symmetry of things. Look at the order of the planets and the stars in the sky. Look at all of the GLARING evidence of timeless beauty. Look at what your own heart tells you, despite the confusions of the mind.

I know that atheists and agnostics will tell you otherwise. They flourish in times of materialism because their mindset is a part of it. Times of materialism are responsible for fundamentalist religious mindsets just as they are for the prideful arrogance of the materialistic know it all, who believes that the tiny fragment of knowledge that he possesses, equates to anything more than moonshine and fantasy.

We are all going to lose everyone and everything here. It is just a matter of time. An argument can be made that something very different than has ever happened before may well happen in these times of transition and accelerating resonance. Anything is possible. As it has been said, “With faith all things are possible”. Most of us are living in a very small bandwidth of faith and awareness and that's something to consider and work on. If you don't, life will work on you until you do. That is the purpose of life. That's what happens, 'down here'. We take only one thing with us when we go; what we have turned ourselves into, what we have become. Those are the measurements for our new suit of clothes. That is the determinant of whether or not we become food for the moon.

Don't let your faith and your aspiring nature be broken down by the callous acquisitiveness of those around you. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more comfort to some of you. I've been very, very busy but not too busy to write this today specifically for you. I was asked again recently about what one can do to intensify and expedite contact with the divine. Once again, the simplest and safest and most effective mechanisms that I know of are; practice the presence of the divine, to pray without ceasing, to go into the wild or a room with nothing but water and to call out for an entire day, or 3 days if you can. I could add a few things and expand on these but that will serve for now. I don't know anything about the sanity or efficacy of long term fasting. We've already discussed the light snorting through the nostrils to expel thought from the mind. The point is to make the mind your best friend instead of your worst enemy, as is the case with so many of us. In times of material darkness, the mind can be a bad enemy, indeed.

I'm going to make this a little short today. There's lot going on in my sphere at the moment and I've been lucky to even get this out at all. I think enough got said and there's always the comments section should something more need to be added by any of us. Radio show tonight; a different format now for the next several weeks. Tune in tonight at 7:30 Central. Check the masthead at the top of the page for the Radio Blog for location. Adios and vaya con dios!

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Heavenly Wine and the Purpose of Demonstration.

2011-12-28T11:17:00.001+01:00

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I've been receiving cautions here and there about this and that, related to my comings and goings and I am not unappreciative, though some of the admonitory giftings, seem a little woo woo by more than half. This provokes me to speak on the matter. Every moment we are in is possibly our last and the reality of where and when and how is not in our hands, to the exclusion of reckless behavior on some accounts and even then, that's not necessarily fatal; that's just asking for a demonstration and that demonstration depends of the whim of the demonstrator.

A lot of people talk about faith in God. They talk about the existence of God. They speculate, postulate and theorize. People talk about what God is or is not and what God does or does not permit or approve of. Nothing is real, everything is permitted... for a time, for the purpose of demonstration. I don't just believe there is a God. I know there is a God. That is an important distinction. Visceral is very different from intellectual. The Divine is all powerful. The divine lives in everything; the good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. The Divine exists, differently aspected in everything and can move from unconsciousness to dream to self consciousness to full awakening in the space of a breath and certainly less; “I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham”.

There is absolutely no limit to the power of The Divine, none whatsoever. There is nothing that The Divine cannot accomplish in you but your fear stands in the way. Fear is the parent of uncertainty and also the father of much that is evil. One of the truisms that I take as gospel is that Fear and Love displace each other. Neither can exist in the presence of the other and... God is Love. Think about what this implies. Let us say that you have powerful enemies (insert the 23^rd Psalm). The Divine lives in these enemies. They have no life, no existence, except that it is granted to them by The Divine. This means that they can do nothing to harm you, unless they are allowed to. Nothing can touch you except what is permitted to, for the purpose of demonstration. Much of this is dependent on your fear; “that which we have feared has come upon us”. The use of demonstration is a process by which The Divine increases your faith, according to The Divine's own mysterious reasons.

Certain dangers attend everyone, no matter WHERE they are. Many a powerful person has been taught the lessons of depending upon a fortress or a fortune, or an army or an armada. What happens is not dependent on who your enemies are but on whether you please The Divine. That is Job One. Who do you spend your time seeking to please? There is a VERY IMPORTANT lesson to be gained here; very important. I am less than nothing and I know this. I serve, I breathe, I move at the pleasure of The Divine and NO ONE ELSE. I owe no one anything, except insofar as I am inspired to feel it and that inspiration comes from The Divine.

Many new age types like to paint angels as soft loving creatures, that hover around their atmosphere, spilling astral roses and whatnot, like they were some kind of traveling sachet dispenser. I suppose many of the lesser assistants of the seraphim and cherubim may have qualities of this kind and certainly Nature spirits do, if they can be encouraged to appear, due to an excess of virtue in the person they present themselves to. However, real angels, especially the big guns, are fearsome beyond description and their mere approach is sure to send most people into a trembling, bowel evacuating state of terror. Anyone who thinks differently hasn't had the pleasure, or otherwise. People who presume to be channeling archangels cause me some degree of mirth.

Their counterparts from the infernal regions are also indescribable ...and serious fools seek to court their favor or command them. Do they have the slightest idea what they are dealing with? No. Yet a friend of God can shoo them away like a house-cat. One of the purposes of life on this planet is to make war on Heaven. That is the intent of the inspiration in the minds of men and women who think themselves powerful and who, in their arrogance, rise to the bait. Eventually, Heaven accommodates them. It is no coincidence that so many movies of this sort are being made at this time. As my invisible friend never tires of telling me, “You haven't seen anything yet”, along with, “You have no idea”.

Another purpose of life on this planet, is for any and all to realize their destiny and to awaken, by virtue of the conditions that surround them and by contemplation upon these things, until inspiration grants them understanding. Some of you are looking for work. You would be glad of an opportunity to serve. You may be sure there are opportunities in abundance. However, many people mistake what being in the service of The Divine implies. They overlook the simple duties and those things calling out for their attention all around them in every day. Most true heroes are unsung 'here' and those that are, are for the purpose of demonstration. They are there to be seen as evidence of potential, as an example of what can be.

Being afraid of enemies and dangerous possibilities is a foolish thing. Your life hangs in the balance every moment and inexorably approaches the moment in which it will be claimed, one way or another or... well, there are quite a few or's... Consider this truth, if you are older and have been here for a time. Consider how quickly your life went by. It seems like no time at all on occasion, even while the very moment you are in, can appear to drag on forever. Points are being made to us all the time. We just don't pay attention. Why don't we pay attention? It isn't what we want to hear. It interferes with what we want to do otherwise; like we have a clue what is best for us. We don't. I'm including myself here, by the way, I always do. If you should catch me railing about something at any of the blogs, I'm talking to myself as well. Don't imagine that I am not.

The Divine put me through the grinder. It was done for a VERY GOOD REASON. I engaged in things and behaved certain ways that mystified the Hell out of me. Later I was told I had no choice. It's something to keep in mind. I was told, some little while ago that good and evil no longer applied. The only thing that applied was what The Divine wanted to occur. Good and evil is for those who have not met The Divine. This does not mean, anything goes. Some people who get to a certain place think it does mean that and we've seen a recent example of that. What it means is that good and evil isn't what we think it is and certainly not what society dictates. All kinds of rules cease to apply once one has come closer to the one who makes the rules in the first place.

Some people have been a bit aghast at my leaving my beloved consort and my faithful companion Poncho, not realizing that over the last several years I have been away for up to six months in Italy by myself,, except for Poncho. Both legs of my presently intended journey are less than time previously spent away. Some are aghast at what they may consider my cavalier manner concerning my relationship here, without realizing that it is mutual. We get put into situations and relationships that reflect the degree of our progress. That is the reason I am in a position where no constraints are put on my behavior whatsoever. This does not mean there are no constraints on my behavior. If I were alone in every sense I would still be constrained by my own true intentions and the intentions directed upon me. True freedom is to be aligned, without the desire for choice, with the will of the one who knows me better than I ever will and who, it is my fervent prayer will replace me, with all due haste; constantly changing is constantly dying into that which you are changing into, until less and less of what you thought you were transforms into who you are.

It is better to realize that you will lose everything, before you lose everything, than when you do. In truth you lose nothing of value. All that you had of value in anyone or anything was the same presence in everyone and everything. What do I aspire to most? I aspire to be drunk and ripped out of my mind on The Ineffable. This is an actual condition, demonstrated by certain Sufi dervishes and ecstatics of every stripe and denomination. This is that wine of Bacchus and Dionysus, as surely as it is the wine of Jesus. It's a real thing. It is part of the meaning of changing water into wine.

My chief responsibility is to seek The Divine, not to concern myself with the usual concerns of life, which are taken care of in any case, simply as a side effect of the primary responsibility. This is everyone's chief responsibility and the best way to manage your other concerns. It looks risky. What's risky is taking these responsibilities on yourself. What is risky is not having the necessary faith; “faith is 'the substance' of things unseen”.

If you want something you go to the source where it is acquired. If everything can be gained from a single source, it stands to reason that that is where you go. People say they tried that but it didn't work. They didn't try hard enough or long enough and when it invariably does show up, they have moved on. You have to be rooted in certitude. You have to be certain. If you’re not certain, neither is the universe. It is a mirror, after all. Looking into the mirror and speaking to The Ineffable is not a foolish practice.

Observe life. Look around you. Study it. Look deeply. What is it that people are doing and what does it result in? Where does it end? Study yourself. What are you doing? What follows? You are for the purpose of demonstration but.. what is the purpose of the demonstration?

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On the Road to Shambala through the Portal of 2012.

2011-12-24T13:06:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(I'll try to get this out to day. Posting will be sporadic over the next week or so, bear with me, I'll try to stay in touch as I go; perhaps even resort to what most bloggers do (grin) and toss out short paragraphs along the way)

Today is Christmas Eve when the 'vast majority' in western countries seek to celebrate the avatar Jesus Christ, as a small minority seek to ruthlessly dismantle all signs of his presence. The avatar is also The Sun King; no not Louis the Fourteenth but the ever returning seed force, of ongoing awakening and setting in place, the pillars of each age he consistently arrives in. Getting in tune with yourself has a lot to do with recognizing cyclicity and transformative reoccurrence and that means identifying the timeless behind the trappings of any time. This is the doorstep to the portal of eternity and cyclicity is a key, even if you think it looks more like a watch face to you. The eternal conceals evidence of itself all through the conditions of time and Karma, cause and effect. We may not fully comprehend what we see because we ain't there yet ...but we are on our way and everything is under control and “success is speedy for the energetic”. Emetic and diuretic, after a fashion and there she goes and thar she blows. I don't mean to be crass and/or profane but everything about you; ingestion, excretion, reproduction and on and on and so forth, has spiritual implications and we don't get far without integrating every feature and facet of the divine into the ordinary of our days or... allowing it to become integrated.

Everything about us is divine or, failing that, partaking of the qualities of the animal. That's fine for animals, who really seek no more than to serve in their way and to hopefully reincarnate with hands that can open an icebox, but it's not so good for human beings, who should be aspiring to something more than hands that can open an icebox or help someone take off their clothes. It should serve to inform, here in the land of the mesmerized, that the mesmerizer is king. However, that's just one of the primary occupations of the shadow of the light. You can have light without shadows (in certain places and transparency is the secret of that one) but you don't get shadows without light. Apprehending this makes being here a whole lot easier than it can seem to be sometimes. What I mean is, when you know that the light and shadow play a part in the whole drama (and drama it is) then you can get an idea of what you are dealing with.

People have been messing about with dual and non dual, or dvaita and advaita since before they started counting angels on the heads of pins and because of cloudy minds, they will tell you there is a distinct difference between Western dualism and Eastern dualism. Most of this is Chatty Cathy stuff designed to make intellectuals seem important enough to have a place in anything relating to ordinary lives, which they generally don't and why they are so arrogant about it. They're like most doctors who can't heal and often make things worse. The attitude comes with the territory; “Physician heal thyself” was something Jesus said but it was intended differently that most people would first imagine. You can look that up on your own. I use it here in its apart sense and it should be the first thing any would be physician thinks about, along with, “first do no harm”.

Arguing about dual and non dual is pointless. Recognize that they both apply and also that it's pretty easy to talk about non dual to other people but something altogether different when you seek to abide there for any time. Humanity has always had an enemy and always lived in a world of opposites. The point is that the enemy works for the liberator and that should put paid to dual and non dual. Of course, intellectuals will want to split gnat hairs over this till doomsday's break but that's their province, not mine. I would have cut The Gordian knot too but I'm a Leo (grin), or used to be.

If you take the words of Jesus Christ from The Bible and rely only on those, you will be fine. If you insist on adding in Paul, because you think you might want to start a religion; good luck to you. Some of you might want to take mushrooms with St. John of Patmos and that's okay also.

You can study The Vedas and the deep intricacies of The Tibetans and you can ponder Lao Tzu, you'll get more or less the same message but this message will vary in application, depending on culture and time zones and your capacity to absorb and bring forth. Some of us are always going to be deeper than others and so on and so forth. This has about the same relative importance as comparing clams with butterflies. Both of them get the point, according to their nature and one of them has the Pearl of Great Price and the other has those interesting transformations. I didn't consider these aspects of the two before I wrote them down. I only thought of transitory and beauty and the bottom of the sea; surface and depth. However, you can see what occurred to me afterwards and this is how the divine works in us and it should be as reassuring to you as it most certainly is to me. This kind of thing happens all day long. Reach in and grab yourself a fifty pound bag. Fly with shimmering iridescent wings, coated in sunlight and as momentary as a flower, or grind down upon your irritation, down in the dark and murky waters, until the pearl appears and the whole interior of your shell is lit with incandescent light. These are both parts of the eternal.

Lao Tzu said there is no difference between the surface and the depths. It's a matter of appearances. There's a profound mystery hidden in this but you have to discover it on your own. It's one of those things that can't be said and no matter how good you might be at saying things like this, it will serve to obscure, so that's a stalemate and yet another glorious mystery.

Let us think of mystery; in both the positive and negative sense. Let us think of it as a series of veils that obscures the form of the mystery. When you finally get there, there is nothing there... but you are there and no longer a mystery. Actually, something is there in both senses but that is only incidental to you being there. We carry our own dangers with us. We bring them to the point and place of expression. They do not have to express however. As Lao Tzu also said, “cautious as a wayfarer traversing an icy stream”. This was in the same sutra as the one that says, “No tigers claws can harm him, no bull's horn gore him and why? Because he has no death to die”. Didn't Jesus Christ say similar things about The Kingdom, immortality and what can and cannot harm you from “every word that proceedeth out of the mouth” to “greater is that which is within you than that which is in the world”?

Dual, not dual, East and West. There's no difference. It's just something the mind does when it's not your friend yet. This is the key thing I want to pass along; now and at any time. What did Christ say? I'll have to paraphrase, “Do not call me master because a servant does not know what his master is about but rather call me 'friend'”. What did the Grateful Dead say, “a friend of The Devil is a friend of mine”; not knocking The Dead, just borrowing the quote. Become a friend of The Divine. He has any number of 'types of friends', though the numbers will always be small by comparison. It doesn't matter what else you may aspire to or want. It doesn't matter. Becoming a friend of God insures the possession of it and includes things of much greater value and durability that you didn't even think of; weren't capable of thinking of. “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, neither has it entered into the heart of man, the things which God has prepared for them that love him”. Oh yeah, nail a golden spike where that cat wailed.

It is a drama but it is also a dance and the rhythm for it comes out of the sound of Shiva's drum. The cosmos is dancing and most people are clumsy partners. Adjust yourself to the moves of your partner and become like the figure in The World (21^st trump). Every image and color in the card has meaning, just as with the other archetypes. That's the specific way that The One assembles itself to express some condition or enduring quality that you need. Without certain qualities you cannot advance. They are critically important. It is on The Path where the value and necessity of them presents itself and also where the opportunity to acquire them presents itself as well.

For all the tomorrow men and women who live it that further imaginary region, tomorrow becomes today. It is always today, just as it is always right now. You are right where the arrow is pointing on the map in the bus kiosk on the way to Shambala.

I was told last night that today, with the new moon and the Sun's entrance into Capricorn, that this is the day on which your new year should start. Get a jump into what should prove to be one of the most interesting years in all of our lives. Make that leap of faith and keep in mind that it could be so wide that it has no other side, or it could only be as wide as your fear.

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Last night's radio show with Robert Phoenix is now available in its adjusted and more listenable form.

Drinks on the House at The Apocalypse Club.

2011-12-19T14:29:00.006+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

-not your ordinary Origami-

(I know it's still early days but let me say, Merry Christmas!!! ...just because you're not supposed to. I recorded a message about the founder of Christmas for our good friend James Jancik over at Feet 2 the Fire radio for his upcoming Christmas show and some resonance lingers on; probably why I said-------------),

Merry Christmas!!! Oops, I said it again. You gotta watch it. That kind of thing can pop up all over the place. It can get epidemic, which is not the same as 'getting medieval' and then the people who used to complain about armbands show up with armbands and it then becomes all the fault of Jesus Christ, for insisting on putting his hands and feet in the way of some guys with hammers, who were just trying to nail a cross for Christ's sake and... where did that guy come from? It's okay, he'll be gone shortly. And then what does he do? He won't stay put but has to show up and force some guy named Thomas to do a cavity search and I didn't even know they had a TSA back then but maybe it was the burnt offering cats with the flaming excrement?

I figure it doesn't matter if he was the guy 'they' said he was because after two thousand years of millions of people believing (cue- "Here Comes the Sun King, Beatles) and thousands of people deceiving, there had to be someone, somewhere, sometime. Since I'm a Rosicrucian and have looked into it from that angle (Yeah, I know, they're a branch of the Masons and Cornelius Agrippa made blue jeans; Agrippa Blue Jeans, 'they Agrippa your ass'!) I would have to say there was something to it because nobody was buried in Rosenkreuz's coffin; no word on Guilderstern and I may be puntificating. It's a funny thing about those Rosicrucians. They wore no outfits and their power was healing. Word has it that they walk among us, along with the other high bandwidth types, that appear in front of certain people across the ages but no one believes them, unless they see it on TV first. God was not impressed and changed the channel. Man down! But not before he reached out and painted a smiley face on the frosty 25 foot pitcher of Kool-Aid. I be witless for the prosecution.

One thing I do notice about Jesus Christ is that he makes a lot of people angry. It's understandable. He was asking a lot and it wasn't just him that was making people angry. Most people were getting angry because the people not following him but playing their version of Occupy this, were occupying the space, while vacant of the essence, so that you had a kind of empty lot, filled with noise and dressed in coffin bound glitter suits, like they were all some kind of Gary Glitter, which it turned out that they were, only it was much worse; not jailbait but pre-bait, with some kind of hidden clause rebate that gives them a Get out of Hell free card. You'd have to call it some kind of indulgence. Still they sure could build some buildings and fill them with ominous atmosphere. They lost a lot of people because of smoke inhalation from the incense and of course there were the routine concussions from the wild assed swinging censers and auto-da-fe's to make up for the shortage of candle wax, though they did have a lot of cabbages and kings for their goat's head soup.

These days you got that Michelle Bachmann Turner Overdrive, cranking up on the gospel train, proving you can't embarrass God but you definitely can do a number on yourself. I don't hate Michelle but I know she looks at me like a raccoon in the water, waiting for the Dog Poet to take a swim. At least you know there won't be any alligators, moccasins or leeches in the water because of professional courtesy. That means no spider webs in the trees either, should she be so moved as to want to sunbathe like, 'that definitely ain't no nymph' here in the forest primeval and no druid of eld I ever saw in any rubber necking traffic jam, frozen in horror, looking at a slow motion train wreck and... can I get a witness!

Somewhere today, Jesus's Michelin Tire man, the ' it's so not right' Reverend Haggee will be talking somewhere about how Jesus don't like this and don't like that but he sure does love those people with the hammers and nails and Ted Haggard and Jimmy Swaggart will be doing a hip hop version of “Different Strokes for Different Folks” during the inter (nocturnal) e-mission which sounds like it happens on the internet. We'll have Laura Ingraham doing that Advent pole dance, while Michael Savage slaps her silly, with an inflated Shiva lingam and Diwali's been over for six weeks already but he's screaming “who's your daddy”? Cause he's a dual national backdoor man for performance theater Rapture.

Bill Bennett is humping a camel, which is kinda redundant and betting that he can walk with Jesus through the eye of a needle, even if he is a little Tweedle Deedle because in fairy tales everything always comes true, as long as you don't leave the confines of the book. That's kinda like how dogma and cant become literal, as long as you don't leave the confines of the book, even though every fool in love knows that every holy book is written upon the human heart, in a secret code of flaming letters and if it isn't operating out of there, it isn't operating at all, unless it's had too much of its own anesthesia, which is the name of the girlfriend who used to go out with that opium of the masses guy, until they both overdosed, or Sid Vicious killed her.

Benny Hinn, who is the Benny Hill of Banana Republic Safari Suit Jesusland, is going to wash his nuts in the ballwasher at the seventeenth tee and make a hole in one for the lord, unless Sandusky gets there first. They're all god's quarterback, down here in the cheap seats and when you talk about offensive lines, well, I'd have to say they're 'ground and pound' all the way. Kind of like the Jets, if they didn't have a Dirty Sanchez for an appertif. You don't have to wonder where I get this stuff, it's all surround sound, in the dressing rooms behind the Chinese restaurant and that's why they call them mandarins, when they're not playing around in the eminence grease.

Oral and his brother Anal Roberts, are floating down from the heavens on tiny prayer rugs with Ben Franklin's picture on them. They met Frankie at the Hellfire Club, when they were just little sprouts. Oral's been saying that if you don't send him some more money then Jesus is going to come and take him but I can't remember if he's done that yet. Merry Christmas!!!

Appolonius of Tyana is probably still walking around, but like the rest of those high bandwidth cats, he's concealed in the shrubbery, because that is what Lady Nature will do for you, if you treat her right. Concealment in the secret bowers of Nature is one of her specialties a la maison and it's always prix fixe AND a la carte. Tell that to the Smorgasbord of directors at Monsanto. They got a little something going on with Nature that makes Dr. Frankenstein look like Little Orphan Annie, or am I thinking of Elsa Lanchester... Melissa Manchester (God help me)? It's kinda cool, you must admit, how the church authorities turned The Three Wise Men into The Three Stooges but that's pretty much the same thing as saying Jesus wasn't a Syrian and that's a little ironic given that ZATO wants to turn the place into an IHOP breakfast at the moment but Rasputin's relatives have had about enough at this point, after what happened to Anastasia, or was that Sid Vicious again and just exactly why do they call heroin, 'horse'?

Sure would be nice if Miles Davis could make it to this year's Happy Holidays dinner at The White House. He could do a jazz version of a paraphrasing of John Fogarty singing, “Put a Eight headed candle in the Window, cause I'm bound to need the light”. However, Miles has gone to his big angry, curmudgeon home in the sky, where they call Ambrosia, 'horse'. Johnny Mathis probably lives next door, where you go if you're not angry, or over to Tim Hardin's across the street, where sometimes you're angry and sometimes you're not, or round the corner to Paul Butterfield's, where you can be angry and drunk, six way from next Sunday and can I have a Merry Christmas!!!

Keep those cards and letters coming people and don't forget to write “Happy Holidays” on your forehead, with black magic marker, so you can remember what you're supposed to say when you look in the mirror. I can't remember if that comes out backwards, or not, but keep in mind you will be saying, “syadiloH yppaH” if it does, which is probably okay, as long as you are not saying, “Merry Christmas”!!! You are not supposed to be saying “Merry Christmas”!!! which puts me in that Younger Bear, contrary Indian thing from Little Big Man. What that means is there's going to be a whole lot of Merry Christmas”!!! Even if I wasn't motivated before, I'm motivated now and I intend to Occupy Christmas.

We hold these truths to be self reverent, depending on what you mean by that, which is always the biggest question, however it may be demonstrated, however prima facie it may be, in the evidence of result. The courtroom is pig Latin friendly, in these days of Animal Farm. The judge looks like Santa, if he was an avid Redskin's fan. It's lumps of coal on the house, at The Apocalypse Club and The Middle East is about to look like two for one night at Little Caesars, unless something in the spirit of the season comes about, in some kind of miraculous fashion; ever hopeful, that would be me

I know, I sound like Dr. Sardonicus, although I've never heard anything he's had to say. I don't know what that is, maybe it was a film but this is the kind of thing that happens, when you don't have any film over your eyes and you need to say something but it has to be really different and it has to be early enough, so that you can still redeem yourself, by the time Ted Bundy tries to come down the chimney, or is that Sid Vicious? Anyway, Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Last night's radio Show is now available for download.

On a Journey of Magnificent Quest.

2011-12-16T16:25:00.001+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

My your noses always be cold and wet.

Greetings my friends and welcome to Visible Origami. It's funny about name recognition. It's actually the reverse of what it implies. You think about Origami, probably more so than Visible Origami, mostly because I often call it just that, but after enough times of seeing the word, Origami, we don't register the meaning along with the name. The word, Origami, is the label for a process of folding paper into different shapes. My intent in the naming this blog, Visible Origami, is to create a metaphor for word origami and to imply the shaping of ideas from the one, in an attempt to discuss the one by shaping The One into different expressions of itself. Before it is shaped, it is a flat piece of paper with only being but no personality. It is the essence of itself before expression. We can't define it but when we attempt to, that is Origami. The truth is itself and can't be defined as it is. We depart from it in the process of explaining it. I hope this was useful (grin).

Most people probably believe that I knew about Smoking Mirrors, the Mayan God before I named the blog. If I have indicated or implied that, I'm sorry. Sometimes I am forgetful about exactly how things come into being. I had wanted to name the blog, Smoke and Mirrors but that was taken. When The Judge, over at Slate, an Alaskan judge, brought it to my attention I was pretty amazed. The cosmos acts on my behalf a lot. I could list more surprising events than this blog posting can contain that have happened over the course of my time and they have really increased in recent years. It is indisputable that the ineffable has business with me. It is indisputable to me that the ineffable has business with you. However, some of you do not see it in operation as much, or identify the workings of it as a negative, because in the particular moment of its operation it appears like that. We have a great deal to do with the meaning of things, by the meaning we give them. Suspending our judgment altogether allows a more unfettered progress. One has to assume, or more importantly, become viscerally convinced that the ineffable is acting positively on our behalf, no matter what appearances may indicate. The ineffable is long term benevolent and if we incline in that direction, so it will incline on our behalf. As Lao Tzu states, “though Heaven prefers no man, the wise man prefers Heaven”.

We live in a world of Smoking Mirrors but we are empowered with a capacity for visible origami. It's what we make of what is in front of us that determines what eventually surrounds us and what we identify it as it becomes. Recognizing that we do not know and that we have surrounded ourselves with definitions that become our reality, puts us in a position to have our reality redefined, by the one who does know. The fact is that we do not know. We assume things based on appearances and appearances are a lie, a blind, a kind of negative origami that is hiding something in plain sight but which cannot be seen because it has been shaped into something else. This is how God becomes The Devil and once you recognize what is actually going on, there is no Devil. Even The Devil works for God, he prods us with his pitchfork. We are deceived by symbolisms because it is the nature of the mind to misinterpret them. If one were to say that the mind is The Devil, they would not be far wrong and that is the reason for the processes that have been offered up here in recent posts. Life can be effortless, if we recognize who the prime mover is and that the prime mover moves through us, unless we interpose ourselves in the way. Getting out of the way is Job One. Getting out of the way is the primary posture for receiving inspiration. Getting out of the way opens the door of intuition.

When one gets out of the way, what can happen is amazing and amazing can become routine. If our world is bland and dreary we are responsible. We can't improve and we can't change until we recognize that we are the prime opposer. We have a simple task, which is a non task. It is not doing as opposed to doing.

I heard several people say that it isn't fair and that it can't be true that free will is nothing more that the opportunity to cooperate or not, as I have indicated is what I believe. It appears that this means we have no real freedom. However, cooperation is freedom and the divine has a whole lot of surprises up his sleeve for those who show a willingness to cooperate in their own liberation, which attends self realization. What would self realization be? It is recognizing that you are divine; that the divine is you at your essential core. It is the resonant eternity within, that is shrouded by the illusion of mortality. No one has to die. Death is just a form of change. If you are in a state of continuous transformation you would not come up against death. Death is what happens when you have become trapped to the point that the prime mover has to free you for further progress. That's not all there is to it, obviously, but for the sake of the argument being presented here, it applies.

Lately I have received all kinds of commentary from people about what they can't do about one thing or another. Based on the way they are looking at it they are probably right; based on another way of looking at it they are probably wrong. There are all kinds of ways to get to the same place and although all of them may be workable, some of them are not workable for you. Some of them can well be worse then the present inconsistency. It is key to find the thing that works with the kind of person that you are. Though we are all unique snowflakes, we are also of a type. In astrology, each sign is divided into three decanates. That's three different basic personality types and something that reveals the ignorance of judging someone simply by their sun sign, not to mention the complexity of the houses and transits, natally and progressed. I mention this because most people have different kinds of measuring sticks by which they seek to interpret what is external to themselves. All of these measuring sticks are limited by the degree to which one does not understand the deeper intricacies of their use. Of course, one doesn't need a measuring stick when the divine is computing for you. The divine will take upon itself all of the tasks that you will surrender to it. People find this hard to accept for some reason and decide to shoulder all of it themselves; bad idea. You're carrying all kinds of crap in your knapsack and of course the years will weigh you down because you are measuring things in years, instead of realizing you have forever. That is one of the features of enlightenment; a comprehension of the eternal now.

I bang on about Israel at the other blogs and about all the cannibals and vampires who flourish in Kali Yuga but they don't really concern me. I just write about those things so that I can stick the spiritual stuff in. They've thrown me in prison a few times and tried to make it permanent. They've hassled me and shut me out of the playing field with my music and other endeavors but that has changed significantly over recent times and that is probably because I have changed significantly over recent times and that is because the divine is more and more the totality of my times.

It can seem a labor to talk to God initially. There is a resistance on the part of the mind that can't see it and is obsessed with what it can see, without recognizing the limitations of its bandwidth. The minds major drawback is its restless nature, which is why it is compared to quicksilver. Stilling the mind is the key. Until you do that, progress is impossible, so it is a waste of time to attempt things that require the mind to be still. Every religion addresses this in different ways. Hanuman represents the mind as the best friend. Very few recognize how powerful and versatile the mind is, or utilize it anywhere near its capacity. There are basic things a person has to do first and we try to talk about those things here.

I can't do anything myself and the divine has been diligent about letting me know that. The divine has gone to great lengths to impress this on me and the result has been that I rely on the divine for everything I can remember to release into its care. If I am successful at what I do it is because of this and this is not restricted to me. Anyone can do it who does it. It is simple but the implications are deep and profound. There is a disconnect in the human mind, which will understand these things but fail to employ them relentlessly and immediately What are they waiting for? That is the question of the moment and the moment awaits.

We are on a journey. We are not employees at a job until we die. We are not citizens of a country. We are not those things that we use to identify our place in the mix. We are eternal travelers on a magnificent quest. We are not mere cogs and ciphers. We are the spirit of the divine on a journey of self discovery. Whether we see that or not does not affect whether it is so. Sooner or later we discover this and it alters our priorities and our values in powerful way and gives meaning to all of our endeavors where before they appeared as drudgery.

The state and conditions of the world are one thing. What we are is another and what we are has everything to do with whatever relationship we have with these states and conditions. The world is not supposed to overpower us and it gets its power to do so from us, in respect of where we find ourselves... when we are not finding ourselves but chasing after pointless amusements or useless things. When we have our priorities together we suddenly find that we have all the time in the world for just about anything. Conversely we have no time for anything. I've said all I have to say for the moment. I hope it is of some use somewhere.

End Transmission.......

The Journey Out and the Journey In.

2011-12-12T14:56:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet visibly Transmitting (grin).......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Today is 12/12 and seems like a good day to talk about the coming journey and the continuing journey within. I've had a rough several days, feeling pressed down on with no escape route (grin). It has eased considerably today. It was attended by a regular stream of misunderstanding, concerning things I said being either taken out of context, mislabeled or not comprehended in the sense in which it was being stated. This happened multiple times over the course of recent endeavor. I do not place the blame on the reader or myself. This had not taken place in any noticeable way in the past and I hadn't/haven't changed my delivery system during the time period.

I did notice a tad more abrasiveness on my part in dealing with certain readers whose general approach to things is unlike mine. One of the readers hasn't been heard from since and it is my hope he can get past that as I have already been apologetic. I am not apologetic toward my reasons for acting out but am apologetic for not exercising a deft hand. I am generally in good spirits and centered. Recent pressure pulses knocked me a little askew. One reader let me know that she was angry with me and tepidly appreciated my apology but offered none on her own (grin) and once again, it wasn't anything I said that I was contrite about but rather my delivery system. I suppose I was, now and again, like a UPS driver during the holiday season.

Today I am in a wonderful mood. I have been having a lengthy exchange with the medium who communicates with me for the divine. As you know, we can't communicate directly, until we have gone beyond being human (and that is coming up for some of us) because we would be burned to a cinder. This is one of the things that an active kundalini addresses. As it makes it's way to the fulfillment of the alchemical marriage ( to use the Hermetic definition of the same thing), it opens increasingly more rarefied levels in which to interact with the angel, or deva that operates in each realm and is personalized for the ray that you are on.

Soon enough, I will be somewhere else, interacting with a number of you. I must say that I am very surprised at the number who seem to intend to join us. If only the people emailing me show up that's going to be something. You are all going to want to make contact with Amarynth. I might as well mention that last night's radio show is now available for download at this time.

I suspect that this journey out, which is a part of the journey within, is going to be quite interesting for me, as I hope it will be for you. Like Felix the Cat, I am going to be bringing my magic bag of tricks and hopefully enough is contained therein to be entertaining and useful too. I get the sensation that a good part of this whole endeavor is going to initiate collaborative efforts between us. I suspect I am going to be in a learning phase at times because some number of you are bringing your bag as well. In the meantime we are going to be in The Land of the Mayans and no doubt at one point an excursion will occur. I don't think it's an accident that the locale is what it is. My jyotish astrologer (some of you listened to his reading for me) said that where I will find myself- and I can't remember the month he mentioned but it is one of the months that are in the collective trip of two main locations- is the country I lived in in my last incarnation.

Speaking of astrologers; a couple-few years ago I got the sensation that I was about to pass into a new dimension of being. I became interested in having communication with astrologers in respect of this. I wound up interacting with half a dozen of them and they all told me similar variants, even when two different systems were being employed, which I found very interesting. Then, out of the blue, two different astrologers contacted me in the same day, a couple of days ago. One of them said that he had to talk to me about what was coming up, without being informed of the trip beforehand. As it turns out he will also be in the same country in the next two months. Then, on the same day, a successful musician whom you would recognize and who is now a committed socio-political activist, emailed me saying he wanted to reconnect and could he call me.

This fellow is one of the genuinely decent people I have met. He came to visit me in Italy a few years ago and we spent several days in close interaction that I rank among one of the best of its kind that I have ever had. We all know what it is like to be in the company of someone where the simpatico is off the charts. It was effortless. I am hoping to see him this summer in his environment. It looks like travel is now going to be an ongoing routine for me. That should be something, given that I have spent most of the last 12 years in this room, doing the things you are familiar with. I look back at Poncho who is sitting curled on the couch. We've never been separated for more than a few days since he arrived in my life.

I am not, at this time 'realized'. Most of the readings I had said I would be soon. In the jyotish reading and one other, it came up more than any other feature. I don't like to project and I certainly don't like to claim certain things. I don't like it when I encounter it, albeit at a distance (grin) and it can put people off and that's not a good thing. I am the beneficiary of the good intentions of one who is fully realized and to whom I owe everything that I am capable of in my own small way. Due to the magnitude of the presence of this being, it is impossible for me to take myself seriously and I consider that one of my most prized possessions. Hopefully, in all cases, those of you who I will met shortly, will consider me a potential friend and welcome associate and colleague and nothing more. Nothing more applies.

It is a difficult art to field the position some people put me in. I know they are well intentioned but I'm just a kind of herald or messenger, bearing something that is the rightful possession of the one whose footsteps I seek to walk in. Some of you are walking in them with me, we are accompanied by an invisible persona who has already been that way before.

Whenever two people or more are gathered (as The Book states) someone exists within the midst of them and that is the operative dynamic that makes whatever we are about, into something more than what we are collectively about. I see walks in Nature; given that that is possible. I see occasional Dos Equis soirees that engage a spirited discourse among equals and I see two 'Q' in the same sentence (grin). I see video presentations that are arranged around extemporaneous exchanges and back and forths that have to do with possibilities that can be practiced in everyone's home environment, using features of their domicile for the practice thereof. I see shared exchanges of those valued informations that each of us has been introduced to or discovered on our way to each other. I see musical moments of collective engagement and that is something I have some awareness of, in terms of engaging each and every one. I see arranged observations of the four planes of being, assisted by the fifth, wherein conscious recognition of the interdependence and value of each is considered. I see informal Q and A's that employ the agency of something more than those so engaged and I see other possibilities that need not be mentioned now. We are standing at The Magicians Table and the four symbols of the four worlds are present there. In that sense I see some Tarot seminars, because that medium is truly marvelous for certain personality types. Western and Eastern modalities will have their times of inquiry and discussion. We're not going to lack for things to talk about or do.

I've been invited to travel to Panama and possibly Costa Rica but we'll have to see how that pans out. Open Office likes to give me blue highlights on unfinished words. When I typed 'out' it wanted to complete as 'outrageous' and... there it is again. Hopefully, I will hear from those astrologers who contacted me or mentioned various things. I feel no apprehensions at all but indications of the meaning of interacting forces and their progressed transits does provoke my curiosity in terms of whether or not I hear a 'ping'.

I don't know what to think about all of this. Much of what has happened in recent years and the type of response that these efforts has generated often mystifies me. I hadn't ever thought in terms of this kind of a thing coming about. It's the intense resonance that fascinates me. The reader only has privy to the comments but the emails tell yet another story in respect of all this.

If I have offended anyone, either in the further past or more recently, I am truly sorry. I suspect, in some cases it has to do with my being a work in progress and sometimes it did not have to do with me as the author and sometimes it didn't have to do with the assumed words or events but rather more to do with a misreading of the situation. That is something that can happen with regularity in these times and something all of us should be on the lookout for. Many of us tend to react and respond to things, based on old patterns, where our judgment and perceptions are faulty. It is unfortunate that we don't maintain a strong sense of presence in the moment, instead of referring back to what may have been or never was, instead of what is. The moment is always trying to inform us and can successfully do so if we are resident in it.

I hope this very personalized posting has some small value in some way. It felt like what I should talk about, as the month winds up or down (grin) and we'll return to the usual fare when we return to this format again. May the interior sun both warm and guide you to the kingdom within and back-light the world around you, fore and aft.

The Enemy of Humanity is going to their Grave.

2011-12-09T13:22:00.004+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

This may be the most important thing of its kind that you will ever read. It, perhaps, does not belong in Origami but it will show up in Smoking Mirrors tomorrow, in any case. Please read both pages and be transfixed and in awe of what is unmistakably true. You have only to look around on your own to see this.

This is The Apocalypse. This is the time of revelation and summing up. However true the truth about the darkness may be, we have more to fear from ourselves that we do from Sauronstein, which might translate into the rock of shapeless evil. We are the enemy of our own freedom and would not lose it unless we surrender it. No man becomes a slave until he ceases to be his own master. This means stockpiling cans of worms to make it through a cold and hungry winter.

Ordinarily, we would continue to be the victims of controlled confusion that undermines and defeats every revolution for change that does not come about. As I have said more than once; when the tables are turned, the same people are still sitting there. This will not continue for much longer. That age is dying. It is passing. You might say, “Well Visible, this was happening in the age previous”. I might say, “Yeah, that's so and some element of the kind is residually with us in any age but so is culling”. This coming age is an age of brotherhood and for that we can be grateful; in all of its implications.

Many of us are cynical and despairing. We have nothing to place our faith in because we are victims of false history. Very little of what we read or have read is real. It is fabricated for the control of the minds and perceptions of those absorbing it. When your initial premise is wrong, all that follows is flawed too. This is why I subscribe to occult history. For those of you who do not possess The Secret Teachings of All Ages, I offer it to you again. There are many sources of occult, or hidden, history. One of them, now long gone, was the library at Alexandria. Careful reading of this link could be an implication that the main clan for historical revisionism was possibly behind this as well. It could well be imagined that quite a bit of damming evidence was stored there. When we don't know who did it and the blame is apportioned to all of those who are most hated by those who have performed their relentless terror upon the world, it can be surmised that that is who actually did it. At least that is what I think.

The degree of nasty indifference to those serving the country, coupled with the continuous assaults upon those returning from combat, is a wonder to behold. How low can they go, is the watchword of our times. Insult is piled upon insult and each of them are being uncovered in this time. Newt Gingrich suddenly shoots out of nowhere to the top of the heap, based on manufactured polls. No one felt this way before. He was at the bottom of the heap before. Now he is at the top and a more corrupt and despicable character is hard to find, even in a crowd of despicable characters. Is it possible in anyway that he could survive the public disclosure of all of his contemptible behavior across the course of his time in the arena? What does this suggest? It suggests that there is no better way to assure the continuance of Obama that to put this stalking 'hor'se up against him. The socio-political scene is very much like a game of chess; three dimensional chess. They show you one thing that acts as a blind and a diversion from what is really taking place, which is further hidden by another distraction beneath the primary distraction.

When you read that first link, you can see the intent that is operational in this world. I was stunned by how nearly everything that has been said, over the term of these blogs is mirrored therein. I kept hearing, 'ping', 'ping', 'clang', 'bong', over and over again. It is a riveting train wreck of mendacity. The cannibals are at the buffet table of another Tribe celebration of another ruined and destroyed culture. The intent here is to turn the country into a gulag that reflects the return of mass murder, Russian style. It would be a fait accompli were it not for Mr. Apocalypse. We've no way of knowing exactly what he intends because he's playing Texas Hold'em. What's on The River? What's running in the deep current?

I look at the faces that appear on the news and they are the faces of corruption, put in place as markers for the moment and where we find ourselves. It's fitting that Madonna will perform at The Super Bowl. It's fitting that Newt is to politics what Twitter is to communication. It's fitting that every important news item, that repeats with the greatest regularity, is all about the tiniest minorities, triumphing over the largest majorities. It is fitting that the world's most professional and shrillest victims, turn out to be the most relentless and vicious predators. It is fitting that the greatest disasters are performed by the largest corporations, upon the widest reach of the most ignorant of the population. It is fitting that nothing fits, unless it is forced and that the more wrong something is, according to basic nature, the more right it it trumpeted to be. It is fitting that the more insane and unreasonable our conditions become, the more justified and correct they are made to appear, until collective insanity is crowned with the imprimatur of normality; a kid is suspended from school for saying his teacher is cute. What is most surprising is that the principal responsible for it got fired. That's not what usually happens as five year olds are handcuffed and taken away for sexual harassment and assault.

The government is exposed for giving automatic weapons to drug cartels and then is revealed to be laundering their money, as some kind of evidence gathering and preventive measure. The president of the United States and the joint military arm of the West creates terrible genocidal wars, on behalf of one of the smallest and most vicious nations on Earth, simply because they took control of the presses that print the currencies, which they used to buy up all of the information sources on the planet, in order to carry out unceasing war against humanity. It's an inescapable fact, routinely ignored by the larger number of the people it is happening to.

Sorry to use Origami for this but things happen according to their own dynamic and I'm just here in the meantime. We are engaged in a spiritual conflict for all the marbles. Some have lost their marbles. Some have imaginary marbles. Some are marbled with interwoven hues of white and gray. The enemy of humanity is the same rapacious crowd of slither snakes who move through the underbrush, striking and biting at will, while injecting the venom of confusion and despair. Their hour 'has come round at last' and the jury is out on how the cosmos will handle it but handle it it will. I'm guessing they will finally get the numbers they have been claiming for so long. It is a 'consummation devoutly to be wished'.

Nothing much will change or be accomplished, until we are rid of these psychopathic vampires who rub together their bloodstained hands with glee. Humanity must awaken and so it shall; unwillingly and uncomprehendingly at the outset but we shall see what the result of that is when the resulting reaction takes place.

Reading the first link in this article had a powerful affect on me. It is the total picture of what's been and is. This is a dark and desperate hour. Evidence piles upon evidence, while the public operates like a comatose simulacrum of itself, inside a deranged Gameboy. Gleaning what I have over recent hours, I now believe that even the most hideous of tales are true. You name it, it's in operation.

The important thing to keep in mind is that those of you who are encased in the protective shield of your awareness have nothing to fear but the possibility of fear intruding. You can only be the victim of that which you convince yourself is possible. Don't go down that road. Every time you see the awful lies that scroll before you as your daily fare, simply cry 'bullshit'! Recognize that the names no longer attend the copy because it is all them, all the time; them and their manipulated stooges. The traitors to our kind like Hillary Clinton and John Bolton, are in action for the purpose of demonstration. Newt Gingrich has no human supporters of any measure. It is a complete fabrication of those who have preyed upon us for so long.

Monsanto; the massive bad food industries, the medical community, the military industrial combine, the banks, the media and all the rest of them are being outed and convicted across the board. Humanity may have an endless capacity for corruption and confusion but The Cosmos does not. It will right the scales and it will now go turbo on kicking ass and taking names. Watch and wait, stand and deliver. You've got magic arrows in your quiver.

End Transmission.......

Catching Some Rays from the Shining One Mind.

2011-12-02T14:13:00.008+01:00

(I've not often seen a time like this when I intend to stop writing and can't do it. I was going to defer anymore posts until Sunday- radio show day- but apparently I don't have a choice in the matter. I've been planning to back off for a day or three here and there because I am at work for hours on the new novel, “The Curious Tale of Ash and the Whine”, but that is happening anyway the rest of the day, so, I guess that is how it goes for the moment.)

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

A little while ago, I offered a technique to clear out the mind of invasive thoughts, for the purpose of revealing the more subtle and submerged thoughts that travel below and for the purpose of emptying the mind so that the furniture can be rearranged because, after all, the mind is a room. The mind is also, relatively awake and aware of itself, depending on whose personal interpretation of mind we are talking about. The idea of a personal mind is a fundamental illusion and one of the mainstays of mortality. There is only one mind. I had this pointed out to me in a lasting and dramatic way on the evening of my kundalini awakening. This was not one of those ordinary tremors where a little smoke belches from the volcano. This was a full bore awakening that endured for approximately three years, more or less full time. I've had a few recurrent episodes, mostly in recent times but none of them have ever matched the degree of force of the first occurrence. A full expression of one mind demonstrated, is accompanied by what can be a frightening state of telepathy. I wasn't bothered by it but the rest of the people in the room were. It's easy to explain this. When you are in one mind, all other minds are also present and the thoughts are like fishes swimming in a body of water, the totality of which is the totality of the mind.

The body of water may have all sorts of swimmers in it, skin divers, surfers ,boaters, you name it. Their different activities and outfits can be seen as the personality that clothes the illusion of a personal mind. Every personal mind can be defined as merely that place where one contacts the one mind. As long as your mind believes itself to be separate from the whole, you will operate accordingly, just like everyone else. This world of the personal mind is a world of strife and confusion in all of its permutations. It is a world of competitions for the objects of desire. It is a world of intermittent loneliness because you are made aware that you are alone and that is because of the perception of separateness.

People have made mention many times over the course of the blog postings how things get said here that were just recently in their own minds, or how questions that were occupying their thoughts are answered on the very day they were having them. Besides the comments there's a whole lot of emails that say the same. There is no mystery here. It is only resonance. We are all connected to that one mind so it stands to reason that something like this would occur if the one mind were to be engaged in it. The reader plays into the writer, through a medium of non resistance which can be called a form of telepathy. The writer plays back into the mind of the reader by means of the same process. Let us keep in mind that this does not allocate any special significance to the writer. It just so happens that I made that connection but that's been done by any number of people and will continue to be. It was bestowed on me as a gift. It's not something I came up with. You often hear a certain kind of person say, 'I'm no different than you. It's just a variant on perception'. It is a mere adjustment in perception. It's that simple. If you were just to go around as if you were in the one mind at all times, it wouldn't take all that long to begin experiencing it, depending on the person but... you wouldn't even begin it in the first place unless you had some degree of closer proximity.

Before I give you a followup technique to the first one, I should lay a bit of groundwork. I should also say that those of you who have been practicing the first technique up to this point, will now be ready to engage in the second technique. If you haven't been doing the first one and think you will jump right to the second, I have to tell you that is the long way around. It can be done but why make yourself go the other way around the world to get to Kansas City (you are presently in LA) when you can just head directly there? It's like that.

Okay, of critical importance is THE FACT that there is only one god. Call him Krishna, Christ, Allah or whatever. Call her Kali, Tara or whatever. The two gender possibilities are only the dynamic relationship between what divided into two in order to propagate the universe. You might then also consider things like the first real geometric shape; the triangle (please don't mention the circle-grin). You can consider pyramids, which have four sides. That extra face is Time and is a key to why pyramids preserve things and will sharpen your razor. This is not the place for that stuff though. I digressed. However it is something to think about later in respect of this second technique. You'll figure that out.

Anyway, there is only one god, just as there is only one mind. That's it period. If you can't get this then please return to your former conflicts over religion and the idea that there is more than one political party in the US (grin). I know that many of you can say, “I know that already”. You might but... then again...; it is worthy of delving into and considering intellectual vs visceral.

If there is only one God then why is that God presenting him/herself, it, in so many forms? Well that goes along with; why are there so many different languages? This is simultaneously to confuse you and to cater to you. In order for the world to be as it is, FOR THE PURPOSE OF DEMONSTRATION, this is necessary. In order for there to be widely variant cultures and widely variant people, there has to be a widely variant world. You'll appreciate this more once you've matriculated to a higher vibrating planet. You don't really want it to be like the people in “The Island” do you?

The case is that God tailor-made his/herself for you in order to be user friendly. In times of darkness this sort of thing turns into holy wars. You don't have to be in darkness in a time of darkness though, do you? No, you don't and you can't save the world but... if you could (grin), you wouldn't accomplish it by running around and banging on everyone about the obvious which, to them is not obvious because they are dreaming. That's what you are up against but... let's say you come to realize that one mind state. Let's say that even if, temporarily, you are unable to, you still go around acting as if it were true, the same way that you enter the Kingdom of Heaven by going around and believing and acting like you are already there. This sends out a resonating vibration that is intrinsically unifying. It also has an effect in the present or AFTERWARDS, when you might be somewhere else but... really, you're everywhere aren't you and part of everything?

Once you have gained some facility with the original breath work; casting out every thought that comes into your mind and attending it with light snorts and an inclination of the head in the direction of the side of the nose that is most engaged; understand... this can be very subtle. You can snort with very little effect on the parts of yourself involved and the whole thing can be very surreptitious in terms of the world around you. Once you have gained some facility, you get yourself a picture of God that you like and are attracted to. This might be a little difficult for Christians (grin) but simply picture God in some way that is workable for you. You have to have a picture and even a Major Arcana Tarot will work very well in this respect. It is what they are designed for. In your case you can take The Hanged Man. Others can take an example of that beautiful Islamic calligraphy. You can take one of those posters of Krishna with the serpents behind his head, or whatever you prefer. You can take a graphic of whatever Buddha floats your boat. There are many to be had, like The Amitabha Buddha (this is a kind of Cliff Notes description). Here is an important saying by Gautama Buddha that directly relates to what is going on here; “We are what we think, all that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world”.

What you are going to do is to take whatever picture you are led to select and put it on the front wall of your empty mind and ask that personality of God to grant you it's presence. You are going to ask this deity to visit you; to reveal him/herself, to guide you, to rescue you, to lead you, to enlighten you. You'll do this in your own words and you will do it every time it occurs to you and you will try to be aware of how often it slips away and how much time passed before you remembered again and you want to seek to be aware of whether someone actually reminded you or you just remembered.

You are going to seek to love this being with your whole heart and mind more than anything else. This is of critical importance because that being WILL NOT show up otherwise. Love is the irresistible force that COMPELS God to appear.

When I lay down at night on my back, I do a particular prayer, which is a collection of requests and I do it as if I were doing it for the first time. Never let yourself fall into the very bad habit of just repeating something when you are talking to God. Keep in mind that God is listening. That is a fact. Keep in mind that every event in your life, no matter how insignificant it may seem, is a special engagement of God with your soul. When I am finished with my prayer, my heart and mind spontaneously begins to say, over and over again, “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you”. It goes on and on. It happens all by itself. Sometimes I wake up in the morning like that too. You can repeat this while interacting with the image you have selected. Become creative about this process. Get inventive. God likes that you are going through the trouble but... it won't be any trouble at all. You have to see God as a companion in all your moments, whatever you are doing. This will also have a pronounced effect on your behavior. Some of you masturbate. Well, do this then too. You can get sexual about it. I'm not recommending anything like this but... you are doing that sort of thing so, you might as well take it to it's highest point. Shortly you will find this need diminishing, or God will send you someone to perform it on. If you are in a relationship, don't have sex unless it is with God because everything is God, one way or another. See this deity in everyone you meet and it could well speak to you and has before already.

I could go on but... this should serve for the moment. You can keep doing the breath thing while you are doing it. Do it with a natural ease. Celebrate it with movement if you like. Take walks in Nature, especially at dawn and dusk and strike up a conversation. Alright then, you're good to go (grin)

Love,

visible

End Transmission.......

There will be a radio show on Sunday.

Humility and Compassion are the Guardians of the Soul.

2011-11-29T13:31:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(Someone has been asking me to write about humility. I don't actually know what I'll write about, let me percolate for a bit and see what happens.)

Good sense is not epidemic among the forceful and arrogant, who seem to have no boundaries at all for their pernicious intentions. They've jockeyed and maneuvered themselves into all the high postings of the temporal circus, with the serious wranglers, plying their trade from the box seats, transforming curds into whey. It seems to be some kind of a conspiracy between the consciously evil and the willfully ignorant. They hold these lies to be self-concealed, within the knapsacks of that terrible fate they carry upon their backs. They are shadowed by their fate, which is woven into their character. You are what you have allowed yourself to become. Even the stark, raving evidence of uninterrupted, cosmic defeat has not taught these miscreants restraint; conscious and aware, they ain't.

Humility is one of those things that will save you from any number of attendant shortcomings. Compassion is the other. These two seem to have some kind of fraternal association. They hang out together. I think they are in some kind of mutual approval society. They dance along to a soundtrack that is kind of like “Love and Marriage” but the music and the words are considerably different; not to take away anything from Love and Marriage but they're the devil's own inferno, without humility and compassion. We can be very generous with everyone except those closest to us. It's in these situations that the resentment and anger gain full sway and where they cut the deepest, right to the quick. It's got nearly everything to do with freedom lost. We build ruins in the paradise of the heart. Love gave us freedom and then the familiarity bred contempt. We only get to know ourselves through our failures with another. Since we can't accept that most of the time, we turn it back on them and ourselves in equal measure.

When you're humble, you don't mind reproof; not so much whether it is or is not deserved because, as the master said “all fall short of the glory”. Humble doesn't mind because it bears all things in similar measure. Its concern is not to reinforce the value of the personal self. It has seen a greater self and that is the essential genesis of humility. The planets may have pride in their singularity, as their collaboration and resistance to one another, create the dance of life in which we all engage but... they are nothing without The Sun. They all revolve around it. Humility seeks this as a career move. Pride wants to go its own way and sometimes manages to get out of orbit with unfortunate results.

The planets do what they do through us and upon us in two different octaves, which are significantly unlike one another. It is the difference between ease of passage and all the obstacles that are the routine of those who go against their own best interests. That is all there is to free will. You have the choice between cooperation and resistance. There is no more to free will than that. Humility recognizes this. It is the essence of understanding that leads to wisdom. They are the twin centers at the top of the tree of life. Beyond that is the ineffable, in all it's magnificent, incomprehensible being. This is the way the lowest leads to the highest. Humility makes itself low and compassion springs from that. Humility sees all of those who have been made low and will be made low and it is generous accordingly because it has mastered the art of not having to be brought low. It has brought itself low and gained an accurate perspective of one's place in the scheme of things. Humility is not a doormat. It gets lifted up above the rest and is crowed with an enduring royalty but it pays this cosmic homage no mind. It merely wants to sit nearby, in any corner of the room, wherever the presence extends. Even on the outermost edge, humility is content. It knows it will not be asked to step down. If it is lifted up by celebration or as a test, it sees itself as a steward of the moment's largesse.

It's simple. It's not complicated. Complications are of the mind and simplicity is resident in the heart. When the heart swallows the mind, it is illuminated. One can gain much of the knowledge and the understanding of the use and applications of the cosmos and consider themselves triumphant in every case.; a veritable Master of the Temple or Magus. One can follow the heart and learn none of these things but the former will have to return and learn what the heart teaches, whereas the heart will have all the rest of what the former has gained and much more added, without the need to acquire them

Humility is the seat of wisdom and compassion is its heart. Wisdom cannot rest or be wisdom if it is not supported by humility. The primary status of wisdom is the realization of one's insignificance and the awareness that one does not even know all that it thinks it knows and in operation, it acts on the brimming knowing of the all knowing that rises from its mysterious origins, at every occasion of need. Wisdom is absolute reliance and a confidence in the appearance of what maintains the entirety in every moment in which it exists. Everything exist through the ceaseless meditation of the divine.

In times of greater light, the wise move freely among us. In times of darkness, they are cloaked and veiled and sometimes far off, having little to do with the follies of the world, in its present and personal night of ignorance.

All of the qualities of the divine are interdependent. Some are of greater importance, like the primary colors, which then transform by interaction into the secondary hues. All of our shortcomings are interdependent. Some are more enduring than the others and each of these are replaced in their time by the qualities of the divine, through the avenue of its mercy, peculiar to each of us. We are the manifest expression of the divine on this plane or, more likely in this time, the manifest expression of the adversary. The resolution of each is mathematical in its precision, involving camels and the eyes of needles and all manner of other formula that invariably adds up to the sum of its parts. In the matter of the divine, the sum of the parts is less than the entirety of the whole by mysterious design.

It's not complicated. It's simple. All the wealth of occult intricacy can be seen and even conferred on one in a moment, in a twinkling and some of us have seen the evidence of this in solitary visions that were too immense to gain permanent residence. However... you don't need any of that anyway. One sees that too, if they are the beneficiary of the friendship of the divine. One is protected against the ravages of one's own inevitable fall, in respect of what cannot be mastered and demonstrated, except by the one to whom they all belong. Only one hand wields the power, all presumptions to the contrary will sooner or later be shown to be false. Why pay that price?

This is why humility and compassion are the guardians of the soul. With them in attendance, your way is clear of the certain and unavoidable pitfalls of personal ambition. You can come to a very high place and still fall. It has happened and will happen again. It is for the purpose of demonstration.

One needs to keep in mind the first commandment ...and study the implications. It is called the first and 'greatest' commandment. If you want to understand a virtue, study its opposite number. Study pride and selfishness, if you want a deeper understanding of humility and compassion and ask yourself which you would rather be around. The divine is no different than you in this respect and you'll get nowhere near the divine with a proud and selfish nature. The divine cannot take residence there. That is a truth without exceptions. Humility is a welcome sign at the gateway of your being. Angels see this and bring it to the attention of the most high. That is their job, among other things (grin). If you exercise the virtues of the one who created them, in your own small and inefficient way, it's pretty certain the author will show up and demonstrate for you their true value and application. If what I say is not true, let it be on my head. Granted that, the divine will show up and inform me as well. Anything that draws the divine is a good thing, even if initially it is somewhat alarming. Your immediate surrender will take care of that. It's the holding on that brings the ripping sensation.

People whose names we have never heard, shine like pearls around the neck of the ineffable and they all possess a remarkable similarity, as do the bonafide heralds and workers among us that we do know. Every time you are wondering what you should do, don't. It happens on its own. We're just along for the ride. Your credentials are your ticket and that also determines your seat. If you get dropped off along the way, do not despair. You've been placed there for a very good reason and there is another train coming all the time. If we do what is in front of us, the future will take care of itself.

Humility is nothing more than recognition. It is the result of recognition. Compassion is the natural extension of what has already been conferred on you. Once you have seen greatness. you know the meaning of 'filthy rags'. The fitting reality of this is that the entire spectacle has been put together for you. The entire universe exists because you do. You could be in the middle of trackless sands, or an endless mountain range and the oasis will appear, as will sweet honey from a rock. There is nowhere you can be that the master of all things is not present. It is the seeing and believing that is difficult but... you're still here, aren't you?

End Transmission.......

Loss and Recovery in the Stream of Life.

2011-11-26T12:58:00.005+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

This posting is for all of you who have lost someone in recent times.

Another strange morning for me; they're all pretty strange these days. They're all pretty good too. Most of my mornings are influenced by the dreams that precede them. Those are also pretty strange. This morning I came to after a dream with a young lion. It just kind of appeared in an otherwise interpersonal scenario between me and people I've never met. I seldom dream about people I know. This lion was following me around and we would roughhouse a little. I was always aware that the lion had a certain power to harm me but it was nothing overt, just the sense of potential. It was around a year old and I was a mixture of delighted and apprehensive that it had keyed on me. I didn't know what it meant and I was aware of that. In any case, I woke up feeling the way I remember feeling years ago, when I would awaken to a world I hadn't had all that much to do with yet and there was this sense of all that possibility and promise that was out there somewhere. It's an odd thing when you suddenly find yourself feeling in ways you had forgotten over the passage of time.

Yet another wonderful person has passed on. There seems to be a lot of that recently. My friend David lost his Svetlana. Jabar and Marilyn lost Nastatia, Homer lost Frank. Esteban lost his mother. I lost Lily, who was more of a person than a pet to me and a teacher as well. Others have had pet friends departing of late too. It seems to me that we now approach a time of trial and tribulation on a grand scale. I do not expect the trial and tribulation to be that present in the lives of those who are more rooted in spiritual nature. I expect it more for those rioting over plastic garbage in big stores and those beating old people into the ground, sometimes killing them. I do expect some trial among us but that is a necessary testing. You can't grow strong without testing and trial. It doesn't happen any other way. So I think some of those who are leaving us now are a portion of a particular wave of departures. They are going to the bright side to await our eventual passing on as well.

This coming winter is going to prove to be off the charts in terms of change and transformation; fantastic change for those embracing the higher arc of it and devastating change for those magnetized by dust and the glimmer of fool's gold behind plastic wrap. It is as if there are two spirals going in opposite directions and pulling away from each other, as two separate planes of existence come more and more into view.

I do not subscribe to the idea that there will be global devastation or that most of us will be gone in a short time. I don't subscribe to most of what I hear being predicted by people. I don't know in a pretty deep way and that keeps me away from the prevaricating Ouija board of the susceptible side of the mind. It's enough for me to come into each day, looking to be informed and shown something within the events and conditions of what comes and goes within and without.

I find it amusing that I can make tentative plans to do certain things, while the whole planet teeters on a knife edge. It's times like this that a faith in the divine is a greater possession than anything I could imagine being in its place. I hunger for the qualities of the ineffable because of the ever present evidence of my shortcomings. I know they are kept in place now for a reason, even though I have seen a real diminishment in them over recent months. Some things are hard to lose and it isn't always about ourselves what causes them to remain. Sometimes they are a part of a larger drama and sometimes, often, they are for the purpose of demonstration.

Tying yourself to the ineffable comes with a certain order of complexity, until you can grasp the essential simplicity. We're condemned to make efforts on our own behalf, when the whole point of relying on the ineffable is to be free of that. Old habits die hard. The old and persistent, personal self that owns them, dies hard because we labor through a continuum of time. Time and gravity are siblings. Time varies due to location and perceptions. It's one thing watching a movie. It's another thing being in line at the DMV. It's one thing at a rave and another thing in a prison cell. It can vary in both directions, depending on the person involved; two different people in the same classroom, where one has a deep interest in the subject and the other has none. You can extend this concept on your own.

Love is the deepest and most primary generator of interest and that is why Love should be your singular and most important companion. In the deepest and most enduring part of ourselves, we are indistinguishable from Love. This is an extremely important thing to grasp. A part of us is separated from another part of us by veils that are composed of self interest, false self awareness and shortcomings we have embraced, to move through what we have allowed to become familiar to us. You might say we are hanging out with the wrong crowd. The terrible irony is that we sacrifice the priceless for the temporary and tawdry ...and fear... fear and its friends are a big part of the root cause. Some of those friends are; insecurity, uncertainty, lack of faith, AKA- doubt and you can probably extend that on your own too, because there are others.

People who dabble in philosophy and metaphysics are like part time lovers. Most of them arrive at one place or another with a relative comprehension of how things work and at that point they personalize it. Many of them like Wittgenstein, Chomsky, Hume and other word jugglers, create hopeless morasses of confusion. They'll have some grasp of a few things, along the lines of; just enough information to be dangerous and then they'll become pimps for their own celebrity, sunbathing in the admiration of their fellows and those fools who measure their own value and intelligence, according to their ability to expound upon and interpret them. All of them go to the grave, knowing less than they did when they started.

Some things you can't dabble in and be a part time lover about because you get exactly what you put into it. If you put your whole self into it that is precisely what you will get back, in more ways than one. You will also get your whole self, if you catch my drift. Certain sciences and fields of inquiry, as well as entities, where devotion is the measure of success ...are attended by angels who test the sincerity of the applicant. Without certain credentials at the onset (or gaining them as you go), you will only get so much and curiously, the majority of those, assume they got it all. There is ALWAYS something deeper than what you found and something deeper than that and that and that and that. This is what my friend, Mehemet Karagoz said and I doubt you can find much about him, if anything at all. He once lifted the top off of a mountain to make a point to some caliph or other. Once he was kidnapped by bandits in the mountains and he told the head of the gang that if he would release him then all would be well but if he did not release him he would be gone in the morning and the bandit chief would die at the hands of one of his own men before the next full moon. So it was.

There are people like Mehemet walking around today but you wouldn't know them unless they felt like getting your attention, which might happen if, let's say... you got their attention. I've got a certain amount of experience in respect of this so I can assure you it happens. In my experience, no one gets very far, in real terms, without the good offices of someone further on the way, so it behooves you to get in their way and that is easily done, or done with great difficulty, depending on how you understand it. Most of us see within the confines of a limited bandwidth. That is not the case with everyone. There are some who see us much more clearly than we see ourselves and others ...and there are things we can do to attract their attention. Sincere aspiration is one of them and you can also extend the list on your own.

There is a reason why all true teachers are possessed of a natural and true humility and that is not because they know it is the proper way to present themselves. It is because of what they have encountered and been shown. One would be hard pressed to be otherwise, afterward. None of us with any real talent, accomplish what we do on our own. We may have earned the right to do it but we don't actually do it. We have learned to get out of the way. There is only one real teacher and that teacher is highly selective about who hosts the presence. The classic relationship of Krishna and Arjuna should be taken for the cosmic guide. Of all the things we read and comprehend, no matter how much of that there may be, there is always far, far more that is unsaid and still to be comprehended. The journey does not end. It may plateau for a time but it does not end. I know there are those who become way stations and who may occupy positions for hundreds of millions of years but... you can extend on that concept also on your own.

For me, the highest and most desirable possibility is to be a friend of God and to have his/her favor. Each relationship with the divine involves things and conditions peculiar to it. You may not know that God often travels and walks about. Often he does this in the company of his friends and a great deal of teaching and fellowship occurs at these times. Can you imagine what it must be like to be named a friend of God? Can you imagine! Can you imagine what kind of a friend God is, in respect of what you know about friendship? Since this is a possibility, why would anyone be in pursuit of anything else? That is a real definition of insanity and... anything and everything you seek can be conferred on you by the divine, including all kinds of things you have no knowledge of and including the awareness of the PROPER USE AND ENJOYMENT OF THEM, without which, most of the time, it is a curse. Why is anyone doing anything else.

People have opinions on Rosicrucians who have never met one and there are many that pass themselves off as this or that. It's unlikely that a real one will claim to be one, except under certain circumstances for a 'very good reason'. People have opinions on different teachers and their relative position in respect of other teachers, without ever having met them. It is altogether possible that the greatest teacher of the last hundred years was someone's mother and no one even knows her name. The greatest teacher may be washing dishes in a diner and moving from one restaurant to another, or on to a warehouse or a library, serving as he goes. The idea of celebrity is lost on them. They know who the real celebrity is and have some idea of how that celebrity conducts itself, which is why The One is so choosy about where the presence goes. There is nothing more agonizing than to lose the presence, once you have experienced it. Sometimes this loss is not a punishment but only serves to accelerate the aspiration and longing to make it permanent because- and trust me on this- nothing compares, not even close. You can't even see the next thing from there.

For all those who have lost someone recently (and this is not limited to what we call death), or at any time, Know this, all separation of this kind is temporary. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. There are bright and shining worlds of reunion and that should be further inspiration to do our best. Of course we will fail time and time again but that is not the true marker of our enduring success.

End Transmission.......

There will be a radio show Sunday night.

In the spirit of this post, perhaps some of you might like to read this one. I will be reading it on the radio show tomorrow night, without a particular word that reoccurred a few times in the print version (grin). "Thank you for that", says James Jancik

Walking with Ganesha in Top Hat and Tails

2011-11-19T14:32:00.001+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Tomorrow I go away for a few days to complete the next book. It's done but the last 6 or 7 chapters need polishing and fleshing out. The end is always the most important part of a book, besides the general content and the tone. We carry a tone with us and we harmonize or we don't. This harmonization is a tricky thing. Harmonization is about the most important point we can concern ourselves with, as we move through the outer world. It's not just thirds and fifths that harmonize. There are minor harmonies (The Beatles) and unusual harmonies and harmonies of harmonies. Sometimes harmonization is not the best thing you can accomplish, though a temporary form of it, when you are in the 'getting out of Dodge' motif, can be very advantageous. Somewhere in the Bible there is a reference to shaking the dust off of your sandals when you leave a city that is not welcoming to the divine harmonization. You don't want to get along with everyone but that doesn't mean you can't have the appearance of it. We endure and put up with a lot of things because of a fear of the unknown. That usually implies that the assurance of trustworthy guidance is unknown too.

In a little over a month I am going away for a much longer time of several months or so and spanning several continents. It's a wing and a prayer sort of a thing. I expect I'm going to meet a couple of shamans but that's not the intent of the trip, that's just one of the inevitable features. I'm taking the trip to take care of some business that is now coming into being; to see what's out there and to see what's in here. I'll be meeting with whoever wants to meet with me, in those places close enough for them to get to. That won't be the U.S. proper because there is nothing proper about the U.S. anymore. It's looking more and more like The Hindenburg and bears similarities, such as a whole lot of hot air and a dangerous combustibility.

I'm off in search of community possibilities, concerning a community, I may or may not spend a great deal of time at but am determined to see happen and I've been told that's okay. There are a lot of good ideas out there but they don't all have the imprimatur of the invisible on them, for any number of reasons and timing can certainly be one of them. It's possible that simply not asking the ineffable in the first place is reason enough. I try to run everything and anything I'm headed to or passing through, by the ineffable. It's okay to take this to the total extreme, depending on your understanding of what that implies. Some people might get frozen in their footsteps and that's not desirable but... ironically, in some cases, it is definitely preferable to their continuing on, only they don't know that yet but they will and this is another curious thing of which we are all familiar; we know when we're going the wrong way, often even if we've been deceived about it because something doesn't feel right. We soldier on (I believe that is the correct term) and battle our way for the purpose of self will run riot, for the purpose of satisfying some imagined need, for the purpose of proving a point (many have died on behalf of this) and there's seldom any real purpose behind any of it. This is why doing things for and in the name of the divine is the way to go. You summon the divine to your side. If you don't do that then the divine lets things take their course, so that you can learn the needed lesson and also because God likes to watch. He wants to see what happens. Of course, being God he can immediately compute all possibilities and well, that's just one way; my point is that God hides things from himself for the purpose of his own or her own entertainment.

Those who do not think that the divine has a sense of humor, of quick and abiding presence, are possibly those who also do not know that this is a divine comedy. One of our biggest and most costly mistakes involves the personage or appearance of the divine in the way we interact. You could say God dumbs down and that wouldn't be too far off; God dumbs down to be with us on our level, according to how we see any of the units of the family and other relationships outside of it. Think of your mother. God is just like her in her finest hour, all of the time. The same applies to your father. The same applies to your brothers and sisters. Think of your best friend and that single most important quality they possess, which is that they understand you. The divine is just like that in their finest hour all the time. We set God at a distance and that is a bad mistake. We set God so far above us that we counteract the possibility that God can be just as simple and otherwise as we are and anyone we know.

When God speaks with me it is in a certain language. It includes slang, territorial dialects and, on occasion, profanity as punctuation. The divine is a regular guy. Get used to it and see what happens and this brings me to the technique I gave out yesterday and the burning need to clarify a few things and that includes diet as well. I'll get to that in a moment. The divine is a clown sometimes and sometimes a character from a Broadway musical. The last couple of times I was down in Italy, as a result of Ganesha showing up in the Spring before last, when I nearly breathed my last (nobody but me will ever know how close I came and I probably dropped 30 pounds in five weeks, grin), Ganesha would usually make an appearance, when I went to take Poncho for that round walk that leads over the dirt road that passes through the olive and almond orchards and comes over to a concrete driveway that ends at the end of a certain field and then I hop over the stone wall back into our property. Anyway, Ganesha started showing up in a top hat and tails, with a cane that he twirled around. He'd do back-flips and all kinds of things and we would talk and he would reassure me about the appearance of what I have been striving for and waiting for for lifetimes but... as I've mentioned several times before, the divine has his or her own sense of time. He would counsel me on procedure and also let me know that I was being looked out for and not to concern myself with that. In any case, the top hat and tails was a riot and of course he had all kinds of jokes that would crack me up. Sometimes at the tail end of a K session, as I lay in bed, the divine shows up as a standup comedian and might have a straight man or two around and I start laughing so hard in my bed for some time that sometimes I can barely catch my breath. I need to communicate to you the humanness of the divine in his/her relationship with us. The divine, in all likelihood will not appear to you as he/she does to me but there will be similarities.

The technique I gave out yesterday is not something you do for the rest of your life, although you can, do it right and the rest of your life could go on forever. It is not necessary to snort, so that things expel from your nose. I can do it all day long without that happening. It's just short bursts of breath, which are like unto a hand pushing something or someone through a door. It is necessary to do this until you gain emptiness and that may not even take a long time for some of you. It's at that point that you always focus on the divine and the presence of the divine and open to it in whatever way suits you best. You might have to bring yourself around to this state a few times but the divine will appear one way or another at some point and you will have the assurance of that connection. None of this contradicts what Homer was saying yesterday about loving everything as an extension of the divine. In fact it is all about this. This is not a philosophy. This is not a commitment to a particular practice for an extended period of time. Some of you are confused about what is going on here and quite possibly that is because I wasn't as clear as I could be. It could well be my fault, which doesn't mean what I am saying here is going to make it any better (grin). Should I encounter some of you I will also be glad to pass on a few other things that have been of benefit to me.

Look people, trouble is coming. You don't want any part of that. How do you avoid it? There are various ways and this is one of them. Nature abhors a vacuum. Once you push all the junk out of your head and your mind gets used to being in that state, someone is going to show. If you are calling out to your 'higher self', there's a good chance that will show up. It happened to me and I am not The Lone Ranger. Consider also that if you are headed (allegorically speaking) for a certain city for a certain reason, what you are after is not the only thing you will find there. There will be all kinds of variations on a theme and all kinds of possibilities, as is the case with the result of this practice and it is also one of the keys to telepathy as well. I'm giving this out because I'm not always going to be around. That's why I'm called Les Visible. Now there are those who don't care one way or another whether I am around or not and some who would prefer I left as soon as opportunity provides (grin). I can understand that, though why they come around here anyway is a bit of a mystery, well, not really.

Since I do not take myself seriously in terms of my personal importance, in relation to that which I find important, I can talk a certain way... because even if others don't understand where I am coming from all of the time, the divine does and that is all that counts because a lot of what gets said here are depth charges, for all of us, me included. I don't want to feel that I didn't leave you with useful things. They have proven useful to me. See this technique as a foyer of sorts that's all. It is an insistence on presence. Where you go from there, once the connection is made is something else. The key to anything of a higher nature has to do with the condition of your mind. If the contents of your mind are battling with the most desired occupant well, you got a problem and until you fix it, you got a problem.

Now, about diet and soybeans and all the rest of that, sure, diet requires a certain amount of attention and being informed. Meat is a corruption and it plugs you into certain things that I prefer to avoid and I don't eat what I wouldn't kill so that leaves me with fish at the moment. Meat corrupts in your system because of the much larger length of your intestines, as compared to that of an animal carnivore. The relative distance is significant. However, some people can assimilate this and some people need to continue at it for a time for various reasons. I just don't do it myself for very good reasons,one of them is all the animal, fear hormones. I don't need that but... there's a whole lot of reasons I don't need to get into at the moment.

The most critical thing to be aware of concerning diet is to bless your food and offer it to the divine and turn it into prasadam. This is a lot more important than organic vs commercially farmed or anything else. Yes, anything else is important but not nearly so much as offering the food to the divine and engaging in transubstantiation. I've eaten tofu for decades and it's been fine with me. You can find something wrong with anything if you want to and get bogged down in the details of this over that, until you don't know whether to shit or go blind. Bless your food and be filled with gratitude. Do this first and worry about the rest of it later. I'm aware of the intricacies that get mentioned here by a number of people. They just aren't important to me because the divine decides all those things for me. I'm a simple person and getting more so as there is less and less of me, thankfully. Bless your food.

End transmission.......

If you get the idea that you would like to get together in the deeper southwest in a month or two, let me know or make it known at www.lesvisible.com and we'll see about it.

There will be a radio show Sunday night as usual, I'm going to get right on that because I'll be gone tomorrow. Erik the Good will be posting your comments during my absinthe (grin) so don't be shy. Have a good day and I'll see you next week, if there is one.

The Highest Position is to be a Tool.

2011-11-16T13:20:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

A lot of people want to be proactive, engaged, involved, doing good works, somehow, someway, somewhere. People want to make a difference, act out in the world and have an effect on the conditions that we find ourselves in and that many another seems completely lost in, the key thought there is to 'find ourselves'. Maybe that should be the focus, period; finding ourselves. Presently, all of us are operating with some version of what we imagine we are and what composes us. This is the OS and avatar we bring to the particular reality world that we consider to be real. This is whatever it is, at whatever level it is at, that affects and is affected by the bump and grind of the Grand Guignol, strip tease show. We're in the audience. We're serving drinks. We're working in the kitchen or doing security at the front door. We're working on the performers in the back. We play in the band. We are the MC or we're doing the dance on the stage or the mirrored tables and runways where you can see the private parts or simply observe them in their mirror image if you are shy. Don't lose the mystery of it all though because that is the main enjoyment feature of the whole shebang. Once the mystery is gone you'd better be looking elsewhere and soon will in any case. That begs the question; “How much mystery is there in a strip tease parlor”?

A great scientist from former times said, “Fortune favors the prepared mind”. Some of us learned what we think we know at schools of one sort or another, some of us learned it as 'on the job training' and some of us did both. Some of us didn't learn anything in school but got papers to indicate that we did and then we went on to become experts in the field because those are the only experts being entertained these days in positions of power and influence. It begs the question of, “Is that the kind of expert you want to be”? There's no shortage of candidates so you won't be missed if you demur.

What this all comes down to is that if you want to change the world, you have to change yourself. The world then changes automatically. Here's an example that anyone who meditates will be aware of. Meditation, prior to setting out on your day, once you have progressed to a particular groove so that you would notice, has a pretty amazing tendency to elevate you above the roll and tumble of ordinary engagement. Let's say that, for whatever reason, you miss your meditation on a given day, all of a sudden you notice that conditions have reverted to something less than what you have become used to. Things don't go as well as they had been going. Continue to miss your meditations and your mindset integrates at a certain level and stays there, until trauma or some unpleasant condition intrudes and shakes up your long or short running circumstance.

Meditation and other spiritual practice, alters your position and perception in respect of the world. Things improve and improve, depending upon how authentic and effective your practices are. You don't always notice the improvements. They are gradual. I remember driving up the Haleakala Highway on Maui one day. It's a very gradual incline when you are running from the turnout off on Hana Highway to Pukalani. After even a few miles, if you pull off of the highway by the side of the road and get out of the car, as I did, you find yourself amazed at how high up you are. It doesn't seem possible that it could happen. That is how meditation and companion spiritual practices work.

Think of your spiritual practices as being a kind of generator where the machinery transforms according to the continued use of it. The generator, the storage battery and other features morph in the process of application. The generator becomes more and more powerful. The regular battery turns into a marine battery. The other components upgrade automatically too. Soon there are two marine batteries because, components reproduce as well, if the need is there. This is how an ordinary human being one day becomes a star in the heavens and do not doubt that this occurs, given that it does occur over a very long time.

Here's an example of that; Lord Surya is the regent of The Sun. That is the name of The Sun King for perpetuity but various entities come and go under that name sake. Presently, the personage acting as Lord Surya is Vivasvan. He continues as the sun regent for around four hundred million years and then is replaced by the next person who has earned that position. You might think that is a long time. It's not. That's all relative. Consider The Amitabha Buddha who is known for having taken a vow to eschew enlightenment until every other sentient being has gone through the door before him. He engaged in many, many kalpas of austerity and varieties of effort to come to that place. There's more to the tale of The Amitabha but you can look that up on your own, if it interests you.

I'm trying to give you a feel for the level of commitment necessary to get certain places, which amount to no more than greater service. You can get to no place of greater service, nor can you be of any great service until you transform who you are. Can you accomplish this on your own? No. You have to have a teacher, a master, a guru, however your label that facility which makes this possible. You already have one who is, in most cases, unknown and invisible to you. You have to cry out within and do what you can on your own to attract such a one.

I was talking with someone on the phone last night about these things and I mentioned that angels circumnavigate the globe at all times; on the lookout for all sorts of things. If your eyes were unveiled you could see these angels. Imagery of this sort has been expressed in the art of Gustave Dore and others. When the love and aspiration in the heart of any seeker reaches a certain point it sends out a light that can be seen by these angels, or devas and they report back The One and they also trigger a sympathetic, magnetic vibration between the seeker and those who are prepared to help this seeker according to the special needs of that specific seeker. It is all perfectly organized and operated by representatives of a divine hierarchy. If you can't see it, it doesn't mean it isn't there. It is. I have personal proof of this, well beyond the point of personal doubt. In the end it is only ourselves that we need to convince (keep that in mind). Others are convinced on their own, simply by your example if you are authentic. Authenticity is born of integrity and integrity is born out of endurance and restraint. This may not be comprehensive but it will do.

Look at the greatest among us who ever walked here. They are all about service and sacrifice. Is this not so? Look at the life of Jesus Christ, The Buddha, Krishna and there are many lesser lights who have performed in similar fashion. Does this not mean that service and sacrifice are the highest order of divine and personal expression? Yes it does. What motivates these? Love does and, as you may have heard, God is Love. That is true. The highest expression of truth is Love, whereas, the highest expression of Love is service and sacrifice. Love is eternal and immortal and so are those who are employed on its behalf.

There is no greater calling than to be useful. The highest position is to be a tool. Note that all true servants of The One are at pains to say that they do nothing by themselves. This is because it is true. Some might be a little confused about Buddha in this regard. Keep in mind that Buddha is the mind and Christ is the heart. When the heart swallows the mind you have wisdom and understanding; the twin highest goalposts just below the ineffable. I take nothing away from Buddha in respect of anything I have said here. There's more to all of it than can be said and there always will be, which is why you need a teacher. You need to make the acquaintance of one connected to The One.

Many trustfunders, dilettantes and the like, travel all over the world, seeking one teacher after another. We call them guru whores. One might think they have the advantage, being either financially stable or gifted at living off of those who are but one finds the real thing based on the sincerity of their heart and that can be accomplished wherever you are. You only have to travel inwardly to make contact and I assure you that is possible and guaranteed, dependent on your enthusiasm and realization that nothing is more important and... nothing is. There is no real enjoyment or value to be found in the world, unless you know how to enjoy and measure value to begin with.

I'm not suggesting that people with money cannot make the grade; anything but. I've nothing against wealthy people or money; that's their karma and they earned it, or were cursed with it, as you prefer and as individual conditions may show. I'm just saying that you don't need it to accomplish this. Famous, wealthy and powerful people all maintain the illusion that they have something you don't. That's not so except in a certain negative context. Who is the most famous, richest and powerful of all? That would be the divine. The divine can transfer and apportion any part of itself to anyone at any time, for whatever the reason may be. Whatever it is that you think you want, there is no better font of resource than the divine. Make the understanding of this your reality. Move through your life as if the divine accompanies you everywhere you go and is alive within and without you. At some point this will become true in some indescribably remarkable ways.

Wherever you are, the highway presents itself in all directions, How can you chose a course without a guide? Isn't the best way to get anywhere, to follow someone who has been there and back?

I'll end this with a comment recently left by my good friend Homer at The Hare Krishna poem at streams of consciousness blog. I'm not saying you should become a member of this group. That may not be your path. I am not a member in the temporal sense. What I am saying is that you should see the wisdom in what follows;

Mr. Faill: If we don't make the most of this life, do we get a second chance, in another life?
Srila Prabhupada: Yes. According to your desires at the time of death, you get another body. That body is not guaranteed to be a human body, however. As I've already explained, there are 8,400,000 different forms of life. You can enter any of them, according to your mental condition at death. What we think of at the time of death depends on how we act during our life. As long as we are in material consciousness, our actions are under the control of the material nature, which is being conducted in three modes: goodness, passion, and ignorance. These modes are like the three basic colors--yellow, red, and blue. Just as one can mix red, yellow, and blue to produce millions of colors, the modes of nature are being mixed to produce many varieties of life. To stop the repetition of birth and death in different forms of life, we must transcend the covering of material nature and come to the platform of pure consciousness. But if we do not learn the transcendental science of Krsna consciousness, then at death we must transfer to another body, either better or worse than our present one. If we cultivate the mode of goodness, then we are promoted to the higher planetary system, where there is a better standard of life. If we cultivate the mode of passion, then we will remain at the present stage. But if out of ignorance we commit sinful activities and violate nature's laws, then we will be degraded to animal or plant life. Then again we must evolve to the human form, a process that may take millions of years. Therefore a human being must be responsible. He must take advantage of the rare opportunity of human life by understanding his relationship with God and acting accordingly. Then he can get out of the cycle of birth and death in different forms of life and go back home, back to Godhead.

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Ruminations on Nature and Ourselves.

2011-11-13T14:01:00.005+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet (R.I.P. Silky Lilly Nelson 11/11/11)

In my recent Smoking Mirrors of 11/11/11, I placed an obit reference as seen above, to the loss of our first and oldest dog, Silky Lilly Nelson and a possibly abstruse comment referring to it in the following text. It passed by without generating a comment by any of the readers. That's fine. I simply mention it in passing. Lilly was a great teacher to me and many a time on our walks (I would take her out alone) she was instrumental in bringing about a conversation between me and the angel that the divine uses to communicate with me. Some of the lessons were profound and had archetypal significance. Susanne was temporarily devastated by the loss. Lilly meant a great deal to her. Pets represent the subconscious and are one of the mechanisms that the ineffable uses to communicate with us. Everyone who has a pet is aware of this feature in one way or another.

It was evident to us that Lilly was on her way back to The Devic Realm. Lord Ganesh is the ruler of that kingdom. I had some talks with him about receiving her and that was yet one more teaching experience for me. I recognize that there are probably any number of people who think I'm a tad looney for carrying on conversations with my invisible friends but it's as real as real can be for me and has been for some time. That is just the course my life has taken and it is an option that is open for all of us who choose to take the trouble and make the effort to establish contact. The historical record is filled with individuals who have engaged in dialogue with the higher ups. You don't need temporal credentials or high born parents to achieve this. It's not an exclusive club, where membership is determined by the usual criteria we see down here; actually quite the reverse. All it takes is effort and sincerity. As I have mentioned in the past, it is like priming a pump. If you are familiar with the pumps, that used to provide water for homesteads in older times, then you are familiar with its primary above ground instrument; an extended arm that you pump up and down. No water comes at first but you just keep pumping. Then, dirty, discolored water will begin to appear. As you continue, the water will eventually run clean and clear and then you can take your hand off of it and the water will continue to run on its own. There is nothing more to any of it than that. If you are persistent, you will make contact.

I don't take any credit for being able to do this. It doesn't make me special among my fellows in any way. I had no choice. My life was so difficult and hard for so long that I had nowhere else to go. It just happened by default, given that all other doors were closed. Whatever we have is a gifting from the supreme lover. Our part in it might even be completely incidental but I suspect our response of enthusiasm and tenacity play an important part. Then there is the testing. Most people aren't determined and sincere enough to keep at it regardless of the trials and lack of initial success. Far more people pick up the guitar than learn to play it and the same can be said for anything. I just wanted this more than anything else and it is available to anyone who does. The divine used Lilly in our lives and our lives were made richer by her presence. She had to take those heart tablets that so many dogs require because of heart-worm, so we knew her days would be shorter than normal and they were. Toward the end she was taking a great many water tablets and that came with its own complications. Then she had that same coughing that eventually took Bessie the Hoover from us. She was so named because she was like a vacuum cleaner when she covered the surface of the floor looking for dropped food or whatever.

These are the things you deal with when your dogs are all recovered from the streets or from kennels. People who have been coming here for awhile will remember when I found The Little Guy in an olive grove in Italy. It had been raining and I saw this bedraggled little creature who was moving through the undergrowth. At first I thought it was following this old man with an umbrella, who was a little ahead of him but The Little Guy couldn't even make it up on to the sidewalk. Part of me thought to drive by but the other part of me wasn't going to allow that. There was no doubt in my mind that he was not going to last very long in a relatively indifferent landscape, where people toss their dogs on to the streets without an after thought when they tire of them. I took him home and cleaned him up and he was a lot of fun. A few weeks into his residence, I was sitting by one of the woodstoves and wondering what happened to one of my work gloves. I said it aloud. The Little Guy disappeared into another room and came out with my glove in his mouth. Consonant with that my jaw dropped. We found a fantastic home for The Little Guy, with a dog trainer and they love him so much. They even had a small book published, detailing the adventures of his arrival and time with them and gave us a copy, which brought both of us to tears. Now we hear that some kind of black stuff is coming out of his ears and they don't know what is happening. The doctors say he should be in terrible pain but he just acts normal. They've spent a lot of money trying to find a fix and have now turned to Ayurveda and are hopeful that all will be well. I am hopeful too but... such is life. Life has a dark companion we don't like to talk about and a sidekick called Loss that attends him wherever he goes.

An Jyotish astrologer told me I should be wearing emeralds and diamonds close to my skin (grin). He's been pretty spot on about everything. I laughed and said, “Sure, I've got plenty of those lying around”. I don't wear jewelry anyway but... a couple of weeks ago I found a piece of costume metal jewelry; a wide metal bracelet that kind of resembles the Native American work you see in the Southwest. It's green and gold and I said, “Well, let's see”. Strangely enough it comforted me. A few days ago I noticed it was no longer on my wrist and I thought, “Huh”? I looked around for it but couldn't find it. The night after Lilly passed, Susanne went down to take the dogs outside. When she came in she had left Poncho outside (she does that a lot-grin). So she went to let him back in and I heard her call, “Visible! You have to come here”. Then she said “Wait”. Then she came up and handed me the bracelet. She said, “Poncho just came in with this in his mouth. He wouldn't give it to me but went and laid it on his bed”. His bed is at a landing on the stairs coming up to where I was. He left it there and Susanne picked it up and brought it to me; shades of the glove. Events like this have become commonplace. I find myself saying “God is Great” many times a day. The degree of smooth running these days is off the charts. I wouldn't know where to begin to describe what my days are like recently. It all has a 'too good to be true' aura about it. The one I speak with told me, “Get used to it. You haven't seen anything yet. You have no idea”. I'd like to say this is very comforting but it is scary too. When you juxtapose it with the way my life has been in former times, it can be hair raising; if I had any hair.

A certain and very small quadrant of anonymous types have been at work lately in an effort to misrepresent and diminish me in various ways. Certain blog postings have been sent to me where people are complaining that I don't say the word, “Jew”. Well, of course I do. I just don't hate them entirely, like they wish I did but my life experience proves otherwise and I have to go with that. Some are objecting that I have a donate button on my site. Some are complaining that I am publishing books and might actually be making some money, overlooking the fact that I already set it up so that a significant portion of anything I make goes to others. Some are objecting to the spiritual angle because the spiritual world is bullshit, according to them and it might be true for them as well. I don't have all the details on how that works out. I do know that I personally possess very little in material terms but no one can or should argue in their own defense, when the intent of those attacking them aren't based on rational or evidence based arguments. To argue is to lose. Let the evidence speak for itself. In time it certainly will. Things like this come with the territory and wouldn't even happen if the divine didn't permit it so... there's a reason for all that and I suspect it is just another case of the divine checking to see what I will do about it. Nothing, I think, is my considered response. When I start driving Rolls Royces and flying in private planes, I'll take these criticisms under advisement. For the moment, I think I'll just sail on with the cosmic wind at my back, or find out otherwise.

The key to all of this is whether one is affected by any of it. The key to that is to hold only one opinion of being of any importance and that opinion is generated by the one who has everything under control at all times. People are very angry these days and the irony of those complaining about one not bringing water to people in the desert, or on the spot, physically feeding starving children is that they aren't doing it themselves. My position has always been that those so engaged are not having the time to criticize those they imagine are not working alongside them. They are too busy doing it. We are called to different things. The key is to be of service somehow in some way. Some of us bring things to people's attention and that improves the world if these things awaken useful understandings. Some of us donate our money. Some of us donate our effort to improve the lives of others in the necessary environments. Some of us protest and march against injustice. We all serve or do not serve, according to what does or does not motivate us. Accusations are one thing. Literal proof is quite another. Base emotions of jealousy on the one hand and a sense of non inclusiveness are generally at the heart of these things.

Many of those enraged are enraged at their own sense of impotence because they equate success and the positions they desire for themselves with a badly concealed desire for self promotion and the fulfillment of self interest. When they don't get it they scoff at those who do. Anyone can succeed at anything if Love motivates their efforts. Anyone can succeed in the marketplace and the newspapers if they are willing to pay the cost and many of them don't count the cost at all. The reality of the cost has yet to present itself. To quote an old Arab proverb, “The dogs bark but the caravan moves on”. Time and destiny will reveal the truth about all of us; what we did and what we didn't do, what we were publicly and privately. The past will accuse us. The present will reveal us and the future will judge us. There is no escaping this. It will come to each and everyone of us and most of us will be forgotten as if we never were for reasons that should be obvious but often are not.

This is another reason that I am at pains to say, “I don't know”. The contradiction here is that sometimes I indicate that I do know but contradiction is inherent in conversation. Then again, both may be true at different times or even in the same time. Some people want to understand and some do not and we have no control over that. We are supremely lucky if we even have some control over ourselves. Time and the river will sort us out and crush us or elevate us for whatever good or following ill it happens for. I like to think about it in terms of baseball, which I played for many years. If you can hear the noise of the crowd and opposing fans, you will not be able to fully concentrate on the ball. We used to call that 'rabbit ears'. It's not a good thing to have and if you are certain of your course you won't have that condition, on the field or in your life. It's not in our hands and never was.

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Lost in the Libraries of the Dead.

2011-11-10T15:39:00.003+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Scoffers are a dime a dozen and in an age of doubt and materialism they attach themselves to the ships of our industry and aspiration like barnacles, which they resemble in more ways than one. There is a very interesting quote in The New Testament that states, “faith is THE SUBSTANCE of things UNSEEN”. That goes along with the idea of precipitation. Everything that we have on this planet. All of the items and environments are the result of precipitation, which first emerges on the plane of ideas, moves then into the plane of plans and blueprints, then into the formative plane of action and construction and then the next step is the thing itself. We all engage in this in our own lives, individually and collectively and bring about conditions and situations for which we are altogether responsible. There's nothing wrong with the magic. It's the magicians that are the problem.

Depending on the connection established by the practitioner and the aggregate of virtues in the practitioners possession, on that the speed of actual manifestation depends. There are some among us, very few, who can do these things in a very short time. It's like when you see a portion of a film speeded up to show the progression of a day in a minute, via the change from light to darkness, the clouds whipping across the sky, or the cars moving so fast they are only blurs. The rest of us have to operate in degrees of real time or even less and quite often don't get what we visualized in the first place for a variety of reasons. I don't get into the applied end of this because I figure I'm going to get what I am supposed to, via the cosmic visualizer, so I visualize that.

The practice of visualization and applied magics are something I may or may not have engaged in in former times, with or without some form of success. Very few of us are called to operate with oversight in these areas and when we imagine we are called we are, more often than not, used as object lessons, primarily for ourselves. I've given a great deal of time and study to this field of endeavor and not just in this lifetime. I'm more of the Bhakti infused, Allah Akbar school, with no particular denomination because all religions are constructs built upon what can't be comprehensive ever. The time comes when the road appears that moves into the mysterious and the door closes behind you, although your footprints might remain, if that makes any kind of sense.

If one does not have faith in god and seek god's advice and direction, one is certain of getting lost and will become more lost and stay lost until one comes to such a state of desperation that they have no choice but to call out to God and then, depending on the circumstances, it can be a long walk home for the prodigal. Prudence insists that one does not come to such a pass, although it is my considered belief that all of us become lost at some point because God likes to play hide and seek. The whole point of existence in the first place is this. God separates into everything in existence and then, through the time continuum, goes about collecting it all back into the ineffable. It is the very lucky, fortunate for god's own reasons, or wise who get it in gear the moment the understanding comes upon them to meet the master halfway. One part of the divine is the manifest plane, including those portions hidden from the sensory operative eye. One part of the divine manifests as living things and one part of the divine remains apart. This description is more simplistic that it really is but it will do for the benefit of those actually interested in truth, however relative it may be at the level we are operating at here.

A great teacher told me that you must ask God for his qualities. He also said, “get wisdom, steal it if you have to”. The new age pundits and marketplace aficionados are all about how we can do all of these things on our own. It might look like that but that would only be for the purpose of demonstration to the effect that it is not true. You get lost and have to wander through the libraries of the dead searching for what isn't on the shelves. It is the library of the dead anyway, isn't it? I seem to remember something about 'search for me among the living' and 'let the dead bury the dead'. We've heard these quotes so many times over the years, when we were so many different people that we don't consider that they might mean something deeper and more revealing than what we used to get back when we were more into concealing. This is a primary consideration that ought to be near number one on everyone's list of things to consider; 'what am I hiding from myself'? This gains a super nova importance in the time of The Apocalypse, when uncovering and revealing becomes a cosmic dynamic instead of an occasional personal epiphany. Everywhere is potentially the road to Damascus these days, if you happen to be in the mood.

I'm not saying that the other paths are not effective, through time they have proven to be, in other times. These are not those times. Whatever you need from those other paths is automatically conferred as the result of awakened Love, which contains all of these things within it. This is just my take on it as it has been transmitted to me and that's all dependent on how close to the tap I am. We're all closer to that tap than we think but we don't accept that and operate as if it were true. Faith is required because we can't see it and that is the plane that scoffers operate out of. If they can't see it it isn't there. Obviously they haven't studied the frequency of rays and what they do, or any number of 'in your face' realities that can't be seen but actually can be seen by relationship to the seen and by inference accordingly. However, if you don't want to see then you won't, unless, of course, you are in the time of The Apocalypse, when you will see whether you like it or not and if you don't like it you aren't going to like it. If you do, it's going to be a wonderful thing, exponentially firing on all cylinders.

We don't only have believers and scoffers. We have the indifferent and the specifically obsessed with any one of the numerous distractions that have appeared in this time for that very purpose. Essentially we are engaged in a war for souls and The Synagogue of Satan has its preeminent power of the moment to work at effecting the downward pull of the DE-evolutionary spiral. That's why their control is so great in all of the areas that affect the senses for the purpose of misinformation, lies and the arousal of dark passions. As I have been at pains to state, this does not include everyone from any particular genetic code; especially so, since these malefics are not even representative of the code they present themselves as but are like a masking virus, such as we have seen appear in recent times; nor are even all of them representative, which makes for a sticky wicket in terms of sorting them out, which is not my job in any case; let God sort them out; to borrow a portion of a quote from times past.

The ill-doers hide among the clueless, whom they arouse in their own defense, while they practice their arts surrounded by human shields. The truth is concealed in the midst of ancient lies that have endured through the length of an age or more but the truth has its own way of exposing itself to the righteous seeker, once the motive has reached the level necessary to ignite the process. The whole process is effected by the angel in charge of it. The job of angels is to engage in the varieties of the expression of the will of the divine. They are extension of the divine, which they represent. They come from The Devic Realm. Devas are angels. You hear people talking about wanting to be angels and obviously they are unfamiliar with the higher destiny of the human being. The Devic Realm is a great place to visit but you don't want to stay there, given what is possible for you.

The amount of what we can discover on our own is very limited. The amount we can discover through the intuitive connection is without limit. The amount we can accomplish on our own is very limited. What we can accomplish under the aegis of the angelic extensions is without limit. You've heard it said that none of us have seen god at any time and that is because mortal eyes cannot perceive it. It's kind of like you can only see so much as you are now but there is no telling what you might see when you no longer are as you were, once you become what you are and you can't get there on your own. It's something that descends when the right part of you rises; possibly the way yeast operates for all I know.

We've been wandering all around the point today and that is because the point can't be expressed in words. It can only be inferred. The good news is that the historical record tells you that incredible individuals have walked here. You have the record of what they said. You have the record of what they did and whether it is analogy or fables, it indicates something. The symmetry of the cosmos indicates something . The urgings of your own heart indicates something . The strange coincidences, ironies and moments of inexplicable protection indicates something. Everything indicates something if you are in the mood to have it presented to you and if you are in the mood to comprehend it. Nothing indicates anything otherwise, except blind faith and random occurrence, regardless of how untrue it may actually be. It looks real to the people that believe in it and the ease of belief in the seen is far greater than the demands of belief in the unseen, especially when it is tested for the purpose of increasing the faith so that you can get into the position to reap the substance of things unseen.

Some portion of this is true, insofar as it can be relatively inferred. Some portion of this may or may not be true but still indicates something that is as true as your capacity to believe in it and some of this may well be nonsense but that is the totality of what you get from the world itself in its adapted form.

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Life's on Base Percentages.

2011-11-05T14:45:00.001+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting........

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I seem to be caught between two worlds and I am guessing that is the case with most of you. The two worlds are The World of the Last Gasp and The Morning of the World. The first world is a world of apprehension and pending loss of all the things never fully enjoyed or understood and the second world is a world of all things new and neither yet enjoyed or in a position to be understood. It's pretty much how I feel like I have experienced my life up to this point, with one foot in the world we all appear to be moving around in and one foot in a world unseen, or possibly one foot in the profane and one foot in the sacred, which I think is the situation for any poet whose poetry commences in one place and then appears in the other. There are any number of poetic types running around though I wouldn't consider most of them to be poets, according to my definition. I see poetry as a gift of the presence of a particular muse who chooses her residence according to certain mysterious criteria and who comes and goes according to the presence or departure of the same.

I harken back to the ancient Greek understandings of these things and the analogies, metaphors and myths of this tradition suit me just fine. When I was very young, I remember reading Edith Hamilton's, Mythology and Timeless Tales of Gods and Heroes. She was a very interesting woman with the perfect early environment and a first class education. Around this time, I was also reading Richard Halliburton’s, Book of Marvels. I guess I was about 12 years old. My reading was over a pretty wide range, including many biographies of noted early Americans and then a lot of escapist literature like Tom Swift and the books of Twain and Poe as well as most of the classical novelists of previous centuries. I had the complete collection of Classics Illustrated comics so I read a great many novels that way and don't feel like I missed much. It was sort of an early Cliff Notes introduction to great literature and it gave me primers for what I would later read in the full format.

My childhood was a pretty brutal affair so I escaped into books and sports. Upon reflection I have to say that being captive in such a terrible and relentless state of being, in a world of applied abuse, had its benefits and has paid off in time in many ways. I would have given most anything to trade my life for something more harmonious and human but I don't see it that way now. Once I had gotten away and on my own I met a lot of people who had wonderful parents and nearly all of them lacked spine, focus and endurance. There's a lot to consider concerning this and I'll leave it to the reader to see where their thoughts and speculations take them. None of these people have accomplished very much since, though there are one or two exceptions.

It's my considered opinion, based on experience and observation that those who have an easy time of it early in life have a hard time later on and the reverse also seems to be true. Of course, much of this rests on one's faith in the invisible and a proper relationship with and understanding of it. It's true that we can't comprehend it but it is possible to comprehend ourselves according to it. We hear a lot of things but real meaning is a personal affair and I sometimes think that one is most perfectly adjusted and related to everything based on ones full awareness that they don't know anything.

One of the biggest drawbacks to a more successful integration with life is to have some idea of your own level in respect of everything. Some number of us want to walk out of the world and live in some kind of Hermetic bubble and then again, don't even know what 'outside the world' actually means. I think it's fine to long for it and leave the details to the ineffable, as it guides us toward our particular destiny. Some of us want to succeed in the world and don't know what success is, so we make arrangements with our minds to bullshit ourselves into a workable rationale for what we do. This means rationalizing all kinds of things and possibly winding up like one of those new age fools who parrot whatever for expediency and profit and wind up with neither, insofar as real expediency and profit are to be understood.

People generally do not understand the perils and burdens of things like fame, wealth, personal power and all the things that seem so attractive and especially so in Kali Yuga which is designed to cause these states to be very difficult and not worth the effort because of where the effort leaves you in the context of the times. Some of us are meant to have more and some less and that doesn't mean you are necessarily being rewarded and valued more than others, because every state of being is attended by lessons having to do with being in that state. The best condition of possession and ownership is that of stewardship. It's there for awhile or longer but it never really belongs to you. It's there to see what you do with it.

As I have said over and over, life and the situations and circumstances caused in the existence of each and every one of us is only for the purpose of demonstration. No one wants to wind up an example of things done wrong and very few of us goes into anything with an awareness of this. We discover it on the backend, where we are also gifted with 20-20 hindsight. We are all competent Monday morning quarterbacks and experts after the fact. You can read these words and intuit that they are implicitly true but still not register the reality of it. We travel along knowing that this is so but continue to behave as if it were not. This is something we should think about and not on the backend when we could well wind up thinking of nothing else.

I do dumb things on a regular basis. The good news is that I do them with a lot less frequency. It's good to keep in mind that even our best intentions are useless if the ineffable makes us screw up for it's own purposes and this does happen. It's why the qualities of surrender, faith and compassion are so important. We get put through things for a very good reason and we are compelled to act wrongly on occasion for no other reason than to show us the meaning of our actions and to spare us a more critical and unfortunate demonstration further up the road.

People have a concept of God that is all about rigid right and wrong and inaccessible morality that we can't achieve or maintain. We seldom think of God the comedian; God the trickster, God the snare setter, God the uptown player or so many of the roles and dimensions of that which exists beyond our comprehension but we go right on putting limits on it and succeed in limiting what it can perform in our lives. We encounter misfortune and so label it when it isn't misfortune. We encounter good fortune and so label it when it isn't good fortune. This is why knowing that you don't know is so very important. We imagine that God is only looking at us some of the time because we are only thinking about God some of the time and God is looking at us and aware of us to a degree far beyond what we are able to be aware of all of the time. God is intimately present in our lives all of the time and realizing that is a key to some incredible possibilities. We are pretty much dumb shits all of the time but hardly see that even a little of the time.

The ordinary humans relationship with the divine is anthropomorphic. Basically what it is is you turn God into a big idiot. It is something to keep in mind that you are working with a mirroring situation and that should tell you a lot more than it usually tells people who hear it but don't get it, ignore it but can't avoid it and who nod their heads and don't digest it. It's also good to keep in mind what happens when you leave a mirror out in the open and after awhile it becomes covered with dust so that you can't see into it. Five hundred tons of dust lands on the Earth every day. It's something to think about but we just go on moving through time and circumstances and environments, without registering them and certainly not registering what exists behind the appearance of them.

My life just gets easier and easier and I find that difficult to accept while I'm looking at one shoe on the floor and wondering where the other one is (grin). Lately the synchronicity, coincidence and surprise factor have been off the charts. That implies I'm also not operating in any mapped out areas. Certain longstanding limitations and shortcomings attend me but since I now know they are in place for a reason, a good reason and there for the purpose of demonstration, I'm not overly discomfited. I can sense the resonance of atavistic paranoia and the general apprehension that comes with all of the too good to be true moments in life but... once again, it's all for a very good reason and I don't have to know what that is, like I would in any case.

One thing for sure, we have to keep our eye on the ball or we're not going to be successful in the game and it is a game. It's also a joke, given the eternal contradictions and it's a movie where not effectively playing your part, which is another way of keeping your eye on the ball, results in imperfect results and a possible strikeout as well. You have to get on base if you want to make it home. You could hit a home run and you wouldn't need collaboration or the assistance of team mates but often enough, we have to rely on each other to accomplish our ends and that's not such a bad thing for more reasons than I need to go into.

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Tending the Mind Garden in the Kali Yuga.

2011-10-23T12:48:00.006+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

The mind is a garden and it is as ordered or disordered as the consciousness which attends it. This is the Petri Dish (this is not Petri Dish but as I mentioned yesterday, I realized I was not writing a Petri Dish), not meant for metaphysical considerations but... how do you avoid that when every physical condition comes out of the invisible, whether it is emotionally or mentally charged, it is precipitation out of unseen space. The conditions we encounter and live in come from the collective state of our hearts and minds and whatever may influence them. This is why, when a culture is degenerative and materialism preempts the pull of the higher aspirations, we wind up surrounded by shit. It can be hard to get and expensive shit or it can be cheap and easily acquired shit but it’s still shit. The point of all the shit is to take our minds off of what is important. I’ve said it before and I will say it again because it needs repeating. When the world has fallen into shit worship; granting obeisance to a fecal god that is the offspring of the mind of Freud and those who are amused and fascinated by scatology, it doesn’t take long before two whirlpools begin to spin. One sucks downward and one sucks upward and you are already and always closer to the pull of one more than the other and that is determined by where your treasures lie; most of the time your treasures lie.

This is the point and purpose of your present manifest world. It’s got nothing to do with what forces win or lose here and it’s only peripherally connected to bankers and Satanists; armies and police forces, politicians and religious demagogues, merchants and advertising, entertainment and media. These are the mechanisms of distraction that exist to show the power they possess over your attention and the degree of your fascination and fear. These are the incidentals that perform and play into the disorder of your mind garden.

We are serious gardeners. We are weekend enthusiasts. We are indifferent poseurs or we have entities that take care of that, the same way that people too busy to attend to their own affairs, employ people to do what they consider beneath them and who eventually wind up the victims of their own inability to correctly valuate and prioritize. Your life is a reflection of the state of your mental garden. This is why certain disciplines have always been considered critical to ones best interests. The forces of distraction already mentioned are employed by ‘something’ to keep you from attending to the most important essentials.

The nature and direction of your thoughts, emotions and behavior come directly out of the state of your mental garden. If your mental garden has become overgrown and looming then there are large growths that cast even larger shadows and fear is a resident in the garden. Some people have bodies buried in their gardens. They get up and walk in the night; in dreams. Hopes and all manner of past imaginings are buried there. Resentments and memories are buried there. Both resentments and memories sprout into fantastic foliage that bears little resemblance to what was planted. If the garden is overgrown then only the more hardy and relentless have any hope of survival. In this sense the negative has a distinct advantage and I leave the reason for that to the mind of the reader.

Please consider the appearance of an ordered garden and how easy it is to locate and identify things. Why are so many gardens disordered at this time? Look at the world around you and you won’t have to speculate long. The world outside is a projection of the world within. How much of the world outside is resident in the world within? What is going on in your head? You see, even if the world has been turned into a giant marketplace and a buzzing hive of chattering cellphones, in syncopation with car horns; subliminally invasive microwave towers, AM radios, televisions and a host of other intrusive trivializations of our deeper and essential being; thereby obscuring it and distorting our awareness of it, it all depends on how you attend and order your garden.

When the mind has the power to render sensory input as irrelevant to the one interpreting it, your values do not get skewed and compromised by the meaningless presence of shit in surround sound. I’ve mentioned Alice Bailey’s ‘Light on the Soul’ before, though I have referred to it as Patanjali’s Yoga Aphorisms. For anyone who doesn’t understand meditation, I recommend a reading of this book, as well as Raja and Kriya meditation for their basic simplicity (in my view) and their relative lack of organizational corruption (in my view), though you might not know it from the different factions of The Self Realization fellowship sniping and yelling at each other in recent years but... that’s how it goes in a world of confusion during this point in the Kali Yuga.

I look at meditation as a way of gaining a grasp on the comprehensive state of your garden. It allows one to penetrate into the ground of the garden and study what is seeded there and the composition of the ground. Focus, concentration and related fixed and sustained observation are like a trowel in your hand. When you are studying the world within, at first it is blurred and wavering, as well as subject to the ongoing assault of the incoming senses in concert with internal static. It takes between two to six weeks of consistent meditation of at least 15 minutes twice a day to begin to see the benefit of it. Most people can’t do something like this for any amount of time or consistently enough to see much of anything. It’s much easier to go to the gym 3 times a week or any number of other related endeavors. It’s much easier to watch TV and listen to music but... there’s only a superficial difference between TV watching and meditation. Think about it.

Most of the things we should be doing are no more difficult than the things we shouldn’t be doing. It just looks that way. You might say that it’s similar to having someone else masturbate you rather than expend the hand and attention time on your own. I realize this may be a jarring or unpleasant analogy but it is not incorrect. Since most of the populace is masturbating one way or another most of the time, it’s just a matter of switching the process over. I assure you if you get deep enough into meditation it has a truly amazing super sexual aspect. Read the reports of mystics and saints. It’s all sex. It’s only the level of expression and the imagery that is different. It’s all about union (what is the definition of yoga?) and the losing of oneself in the beloved. In temporal intercourse this is temporary, which is why the French call it ‘La petite mort’. Internal intercourse is not nearly as temporary and can become lasting. You also don’t have to take a shower afterwards.

Discipline is one of those things that is hard to get into but which contains benefits incalculable. A point comes when you can’t break your own discipline because it is rooted like a tree, in your mind garden. It will protect and shelter you and depending on the tree, feed you as well. If you have the time, I would recommend a retreat or relocation to a reputable ashram for a period of time. If you’re like me, you can bristle at the bullshit and power games that are often an integral part of any ashram but that’s just another one of those things we have to deal with in these times. Turn off your mind and focus on the positive that will be there.

Everything in your life depends on the state of your mental garden. You must attend to it or it will attend to you in unpleasant ways. Disease and disharmony come out of an unattended garden. Most deaths are stress related because most secondary maladies come out of it. The rest can be attributed to bad diet and lifestyle and often those come out of stress too because stress will make you not pay attention to a great many important things. I’ve lived at full tilt rock and roll for extended periods in my life but I always had the love and friendship of the ineffable and I generally ate good food. There’s more to all of that but time and space constraints prohibit that at the moment.

Surely there are useful items and food for thought here. Hopefully even enough to justify my having written and you having read this (grin). Take it for what it’s worth and use it or not, for what it’s worth.

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I have to mention the soon to be released “Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World” now, which contains about 30 chapters of information very similar to what you have read here today. The person responsible for monitoring the contributions of all of the people who helped to bring this book into being had to go to a certain amount of personal expense in order to make the book possess a high end appearance. I’ve seen it and the amount of effort and expense that went into the book pretty much blew my mind. I didn’t expect anything like this. I won’t mention the person’s name but certainly that person can appear in the comments section and hold forth should they be so moved (grin).

Anyway, it was my position to charge 10 dollars for the digital book and I should point out that I donate between 30% to 50% of whatever I make to the formation of a community to exist in the aftermath of whatever occurs when the shit hits the fan; given this I believe I can reasonably expect the reader to also be considerate in respect of the expenses put forth to make this book what it is. Once the expenses are amortized the digital book will revert to my intended price and a hard copy will follow, once the capital to do so has been realized by digital sales. I would find it hard to believe that all but a very small few do not possess the price of the book, as it will exist, for whatever time is necessary. Three chapters or so of the book will very shortly be online at my website and that will be posted in the comments section when they are ready for view. Thank you for bearing with our inexperience in these matters. My next novel will follow soon on the heels of this release and if I do say so myself, the following novel contains things that I do not believe have ever been presented in this format before. I write real life events into a fictional setting and say things that are sure to draw the ire of those convicted by the information contained therein.

There will be a radio show tonight at Feet2thefire radio. See the blogs section at the masthead for time and location.

Disinfo Agents, Oprah Graduates and Whatever May Be True.

2011-10-20T14:21:00.001+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Welcome to the beginning of the end of the world. Perhaps it is the end of the beginning. Much that is old and familiar is soon going to be young and new because you can’t have the end of the world without the beginning of the world. Spring follows winter or it always used to. As has been stated here many times and other places a number of times, this is not just the end and beginning of an ordinary age. This is the end and beginning of a grand cycle of around 26,000 years. You’re either looking at ‘cool, clear water’ or a relatively brief, ‘hot time in the old town tonight’. You’re looking at something, one way or another, or you’re not seeing anything at all. I turn and sing the lines, “What’s it all about Alfie”? Alfie’s our one-eyed dog, rescued from the streets of Cisternino, Italy. He had begun following Susanne around during one of her rare visits there; infection fluids leaking from his recently injured eye. He’s the smartest of all the dogs and that’s clear, if only that he had the good sense to follow the right person at the right time. He’s also the only one that will just push open a door if it can be pushed open. I tend not to mention things idly.

The long awaited, uncertain of occurrence; transitions, dimensional portals, shape-shifting of worlds, crashing of systems, grand summing up, cosmic judgments and whatever you’ve itemized according to wishes, prognostications, computations and the like are now looking in at us through a glass darkly. Dates arise here and there, 11-11-11 and 12-21-12 and all of the Nostrildamian-like projections being made by all and sundry. How real is real? How false is false and how uncertain everything that lies between? We’ll find out.

The Occupy Wall Street Crowd; that un-co-opted portion of the entity, are unerringly hitting all of the necessary pedals and cylinders most appropriate to the heart of desirable change. It’s uncanny how they are hitting all the right buttons and engaging in constantly shifting spokes-organs and representatives. Vested interests and bloated caricatures are being pushed to the sidelines or generally ignored. When they do get a moment here and there they look like what they are, while being lit by surreal lights. The Michael Moore’s; Geraldo Rivera’s, Move-on dot orgs, and the rest of the seedy bunch, who purport to reveal truth, while avoiding the important aspects are looking like what they are.

My disappointment with Michael Moore has increased at about the same rate as his waistline; all the things he could have said but didn’t. There were all those important realities that were the serious things that he just bypassed like a true disinfo guy; focusing on the peripheral, while ignoring the inescapable. You may disagree with this but those who have hurt us the most are those most in a position to help who did otherwise. It’s like pointing out that McDonald’s has too much salt in their food, while skirting the fact of the armed gunmen in the parking lot or the bomb in the restroom.

Okay, it is Origami and I’ve had the habit, of late, in getting too temporal when there are already blogs for that. However, the truth is that physics and metaphysics meet at the hairline and the temporal and the spiritual are just two states of being that interplay thru every day, depending on your focus. You can see one or the other but they are both the same, only you are different. That probably doesn’t make a whole lot of sense but then you should investigate the essential, relative and absolute difference between energy and matter.

There are a lot of things I consider priorities that I seldom, make that never, see mentioned in the temporal or the spiritual sense such as the nature, force and relative importance of Love to all of the other desirable potencies and qualities. In my viewscreen spectrum, they all emerge from Love and are varying, limited expressions of it. Then there is the relative importance of the various qualities and whether some still further emerge from each other. This has critical importance in respect of what you go after first. The same is true in the manifest sense with the ordinary qualities that all of us have some portion or lack of.

I’ve read many books on the subject of what is unseen and how that relates to what you can see. I’ve seen thousands of books that I haven’t and won’t read, which promise me the answer. I encounter endless expressions of someone’s new modality/religion/scam that guarantee me some form of liberation that usually results in one’s liberation from their finances, reason or property. I come across web sites and individuals with endless package deals for the cruise ship to godhead, stopping off in various ports on the way and providing whatever duty free acquisitions they figure you’ll be wanting.

I used to walk into new-age/spiritual bookstores and it wasn’t long before I was laughing out loud and often acting out, if I happened to be accompanied by a foil/companion because I felt like I had to. I documented an event of this sort in my book “The Darkening Splendor of an Unknown World” happening in an upcountry Maui bookstore. It was relatively accurate.

I’ve seen all kinds of trinkets, amulets, visualization and fortune telling cards of various bullshit provenances. I’ve seen men and women dressed in all white or all black; sometimes they were kung fu outfits that operated in lieu of actual experience at kung fu. I’ve listened to one Oprah graduate who drones on like a hive of low frequency bees and who has nearly put me to sleep each time. I listened to him more than once because I still can’t figure out why people write me to recommend this hack, who repeats everything I’ve already heard from people who said it better, pretty much across the board. I’ve seen him charging 50 dollars a pop AND UP to drone on and on to people. I haven’t gotten an original thought out of the cat yet and if I sounded and spoke like he does, I wouldn’t. All I can figure is that he has some kind of a destiny thing that makes the hollow ring like it contains something besides empty, numbing rhetoric. I am actually being kind here. Earlier in the day I would have been much more cutting but it’s not early days any more.

I understand having your airfare covered if you are going somewhere for people to hear you talk- but then driving, taking a train or a bus to other locations, to amortize the expense- and charging a token admission and writing books or producing anything that people might want because it does them some good; at least in their minds ...but there’s a limit, in my mind, to what’s fair. I can understand Springsteen tickets costing hundreds of dollars because that many people want to get in. I figure that means, or for me it would, a certain amount of free concerts and surprise, small venue, appearances to balance it out but, that’s just me and I’m not The Bruce, or The Boss as the case may be.

I always figured you did things for free and the universe would figure out a way to take care of you and maybe even reward you, if you deserved it, later on. I’m going to be doing some speaking tours and related things soon so I have to think about that; about what’s fair and reasonable and how much faith to put in the all knowing, all doing, all being, instead of letting ambitious people decide that for me, or possibly even worse, deciding it myself.

The thing is that the lid and the protective blankets are coming off everyone and everything and it’s the best of times to actually want to do the right thing and be a genuinely good human being. How many of us accomplish that?

A few years ago, I had a mind-blowing insight (my take on the matter) where I saw that everything was a matter of degrees. It’s the degrees that make all the difference. Right and wrong and all the other polarities are relative and often not even what they claim to be in a true sense but only exist under those titles for our satisfaction, justification and profit. Things are not what they seem. We’ve all heard that but it’s mostly an intellectual take that we have and not a visceral awareness. First we lie to ourselves as a matter of self-interest and then we lie to others and the universe enables us as a feature of our destiny toward epiphany regarding this. I think that’s where I want to end this at today.

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Push and Shove Dancing in the Public Square.

2011-10-11T14:06:00.004+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.......

They came out of nowhere, at least from what I was able to see. I had been wondering where they were. Now they are everywhere. I had developed a bad habit of accepting most of what I read posted at various alternative news gathering sites that I visited. I told myself this was the other side of the story. In recent months I have begun to doubt what I was reading a good deal of the time. In recent days I have begun to see the particular shadings that are put on various perspectives. It’s possible this is all a matter of perspective. It’s possible there is some element of agenda too. I don’t know what to think sometimes. It makes me tired to try to get deeper insight from so many conflicting reports.

I saw an appeal yesterday from some organization that wanted donations for some group in a particular city. They wanted the donations for food, sleeping bags and sundry items. Then I noticed they were also asking for donations for fleece lined sweaters and pants. Who goes to a protest setting without pants? The original appeal was for 5,000 dollars. Then they upped it to 6,500 dollars. The reason wasn’t very clear and neither am I, when considering it. I have this little bell tone in my head that starts to go off when I am reading something. It tells me whether I am reading the truth or not. It doesn’t tell me what the truth is or how much or how little of it is present. It just goes off and I note it.

I see all of these people gathering everywhere; all over the planet. I know the difficulties they are facing, depending on their age and present situation. I know there is no way that the forces which caused the problems are of a mind to correct them. There will be no correction of the situation until those corrections are forced upon the people causing them. So, I am waiting for that pending occurrence, that spark of tinder in the optimum state for combustion; that Fort Sumter moment. It’s just a matter of time and the right circumstance.

Tens of thousands of people are camped out all over the place. They are in it for the long haul. Some of them are getting permission to hang around for months. They are marching and they are chanting. They are brandishing signs and sending Fox News packing. They are making statements and presenting demands. The hacks and whores who serve the money men are making negative commentary and the media is slandering and scorning and acting like the fools they most certainly are. At the same time, the conditions set in motion by the bankers are getting worse and worse. They tried to take too much when they already had too much and they are presently thinking about how they can get even more, one way or another. I’ve tried to get my head around what all of this means and how it might play out and I don’t see how there is any way around the pitchforks and torches at the gates of the vampire’s castle.

I’m not suggesting or defending this pass. It’s just what I see. What I see is an intensifying of the demonstration with an intensifying of the containment, with some unpredictable series of reactions once bad things happen in the process of the stand off. We’ve never seen anything like these things that didn’t result in violence at some point, whether it was Kent State or the final result of the efforts of Martin Luther King.

These bankers and brokers are not human beings and those who serve them are ready and willing to use the corrupted courts, legislatures and police forces with the certitude that they will prevail. Meanwhile, they have put the public in a situation where the public has no options either, except to go home and endure worse than they are already left with. It is not a workable situation. It’s possible these bankers and brokers and the like were human once, but recovering your humanity, once you have given it up and once you have used your lust for money and power to cause the desperation and deaths of large numbers of people, is an unlikely affair. It doesn’t compute in terms of possibility and likely outcome.

I can’t see the reality of this movement being controlled by the very forces they are up against. I can see that there are efforts afoot to accomplish this but I can’t see that in the genesis. What I see is a recipe for chaos and disaster on an epic scale. I see revolution that cannot be contained, soon to emerge once the right or wrong things happen.

The most recent permutation of the money men against the people of the world must have gone into operation shortly after the murder of Kennedy. It’s been going on for a long time but I am referring to an uptick in the whole process. The Zio-Nazis began to come out of the closet. The courts became corrupted. Decent men and women were no longer allowed to be elected or appointed. It had to be clear to the people running the show that you were willing to follow orders, or else. The result of this has been that now there are very, very few people with good intentions anywhere in any agency of government in the northern hemisphere, or anywhere else for that matter. The whole dynamic is top-loaded with evil and weak functionaries and they have to go or nothing changes. Things get worse and worse and do not change. Push has come to shove and there’s no room outside of that.

Greedhead and godless psychopath, Steven Schwarzman said that Obama’s tax proposals were like when Hitler invaded Poland. His companion Zio-Nazi predator, Eric Cantor is talking about the mob effect of the protestors and he doesn’t like it one bit. Both of these men know that they are major players in the horrors of the time so what else are they going to say? Sooner or later it comes out what they are. The Apocalypse will take care of that. Both of these men should be in jail, along with all of their associates and enablers. They are not of a mind to be cooperative and understanding. They don’t give a shit and that’s not gong to change, until they are facing something seriously dramatic and they aren’t likely to change then either. Jamie Dimon is the same way. Push has come to shove as these money junkie criminals drink their single malt and look down on the dirty hippies in these streets they control.

I’m hearing people bemoan the addition of union workers and teachers because they were Obama supporters but my first thought is that they are just more people who were deluded by the man. Then again you have vicious Zio-Troll Stuart Appelbaum who heads the AFL-CIO looking to hijack the operation. You can say the unions are corrupt and just out for themselves but that’s the case with everyone. Is that the case with all unions? Everyone wants something so what are we to do about that? Should we just say we are all corrupt and deserve nothing and leave those who took everything to continue as they have because if we are all corrupt then who cares?

They used to hang 9 year old kids in England for stealing a loaf of bread. If you steal big you win big because nothing happens; witness that not one person from the Wall Street crime syndicate has gone to jail yet. It’s hard to find anyone more corrupt than Eric Holder and he is the chief law enforcement guy in the country. Not much is going to get fixed with him in power. Not much is going to get fixed until all of these weasels and pigs are tossed out of the seats of power and... how is that going to be accomplished when voter fraud and rigged elections are the order of the day? How are the righteous concerns of abused citizens going to be addressed when law enforcement is nothing more than the police force of the rich?

For the moment, Push and Shove are circling each other in the town square. The clear and defensible, legitimate demands of the people are calling out, while surrounded by those whose guns and weapons are tools of Wall Street and the rich. How can this possibly play out given the conditions that brought it all to this point and the likely actions of those under fire for crimes against humanity and total indifference concerning them? The Constitution says they have a right to steal everything in sight. We all know that The Constitution now says whatever anyone wants it to say as long as they have the power to declare it through the mouthpieces and diligent distortions of lawyers paid to accomplish it.

Nothing positive in the public good is going to get done until the media is taken out of the hands of the enemies of humanity. Nothing is going to get done until law enforcement is compelled to recognize who they are actually empowered to serve. Nothing is going to get done until the depraved judges are tossed out of their positions. Nothing is going to get done until both houses of congress are swept clean. Nothing is going to get done until lobbying is outlawed. Nothing is going to get done until trading in derivatives is dealt with and the banks are forced to operate in the public interest instead of at the public’s expense. Nothing is going to get done until the military has its own revolution. I can’t imagine how this is all going to play out but it doesn’t look good given what presently exists.

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The Big Empty Wasteland of Indefinable Angst.

2011-10-08T11:46:00.003+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

The force and presence of the moment lately has been remarkably intense. Maybe there are people somewhere who can measure and gauge it or interpret it in a way that makes it understandable but that isn’t me. I’m in a cone of mystery, where nothing is as it seems and every approaching minute is around some corner wearing a fake nose, promising everything that can be imagined and delivering nothing. I can’t imagine a greater intensity that could make everything tremble and shake like this without making anything happen at the same time.

I awoke from sleep this morning to find dementia and delusion had backed off for a space. Coming into last nights crash and burn, I hadn’t slept for 3 nights and that can become seriously wack, so that the peripheral landscape shimmers and shines and vibrates with non existent holographic extensions that tell you that you are entering mushroom city, without actually having taken any. I’ve got varieties of psychedelics all over the place but I haven’t indulged in quite some time. Cue B.B. King and The Thrill is Gone. I remember going to see him one night in a small Washington D.C. club. It might have been The Crazy Horse. I was with John Hall and two statuesque, Amazonian blondes of the traffic stopping variety. After B.B. finished his set he came right down and sat at our table for the obvious reasons. At one point, my friend Douglas Hume, who had come in recently, turned to me and said that B.B. had his hand on my girlfriend’s leg. I had already noted this. I swiveled around to Douglas and said, “Yeah, but it’s B.B. King”. It was actually pretty funny at the time.

It’s interesting what goes on during certain periods in your life. When you’re a teenager, or in your twenties and even thirties, there are all these people around and some of them are really beautiful women. At the time you have no idea that any of it would ever change. You’re living in Surplus City. It’s probably not like this for everyone but it was for me. Then you arrive at some point like it was already marked on the clock and everything changes. All those people aren’t around anymore. Somehow your long hair has disappeared and when you go into a bar it’s populated with all of these unhappy characters and, if you’re in California or Hawaii, there are all of these hard eyed blonde surfer girls with serious sun damage and you can’t possibly talk to them because you’ve got the wrong DNA and you’re not unhappy about that because if it weren’t for that fact, that you were different somehow, you might have had the serious misfortune of actually living with one of them.

Time continues up or down the hard road of The Seven Ages of Man and now you notice that there’s almost no one around and you realize you are spending huge chunks of time completely alone but it doesn’t really bother you. For some reason you actually prefer that. You thought some point was going to arrive where you might get an explanation for all of the things you had been through and maybe even discover a portal or aperture that led into that world you always thought you would somehow disappear into but it hasn’t happened yet. You wonder if you took some kind of a wrong turn back down the highway. You can’t remember it having taken place. You don’t know if it’s just been strange or really weird. It definitely wasn’t anything like the things you noticed everyone else going thru. You’ve arrived at a place where pretty much everyone else doesn’t know where the door handle is and that is because things, objects and the material world had taken on critical importance without being worth anything at all.

Occasionally you realize that at some point you are going to die or disappear and you think there’s a strong possibility for the latter but you don’t know exactly why you feel this way, you just do. You have no sensation of aging in anyway like what you see around you. You don’t feel any particular age and your flexibility hasn’t been affected at all. You live in a small town that came into being around the eighth century and most of the residents are on rails and seriously depressed because of bad history and the absence of spontaneous merriment. You’re traveling through a dead zone of heavy atmosphere in a nation deeply in need of Prozac. You’ve given up telling them that everything they know about history is a lie and you’re already stranger than anything they’ve encountered at any point in their life before until now.

You know it’s going to be a lot worse in many other places so it’s not nearly as bad as it could be. These people are true libertarians and also sensible and frugal, so they can weather the storm a lot better than most places in the west. You just wish they weren’t so insular, dull and suspicious but that’s just how it is.

Sometimes you travel to different locations where you sit in restaurants, clubs or somewhere social and you study the world around you as if it were feeding time at the zoo. You never do get any kind of a handle on why you are so different from everyone else. You’re hyper aware of any number of people staring at you but that’s been going on for a long time. You have zero interest in just about anything that everyone else finds so important. In many ways, the world is some kind of Big Empty for you where there is no longer anything to pursue or desire. You know there’s got to be something more but you have no idea which cabinet it’s located in. You’re not unhappy or troubled. You don’t feel disappointed or left behind. You’re pretty sure you have no idea where you are going and you deal with that by not going anywhere. Something was supposed to happen at some point but it hasn’t happened yet.

Sometimes you think there should be a reason for you to be apprehensive, uncertain, confused, something... but you’re not, even though there sometimes seems like there are good reasons that you should but you’ve got those invisible friends and they’ve been telling you the same thing for so long that by now you believe them without question, although you have yet to see any sign of promised event.

It’s a funny crowded world for everyone else. It certainly isn’t your world. It’s a world of pot bellies and clown cosmetics that melt like a bad wedding cake in some Houston community center. You tell yourself there are few things as unappealing as when one of these women begin to cry, except maybe the reason for the tears. Every now and then you realize the air is heavy with deodorants, colognes, after shave, perfume and god knows what else. You haven’t worn anything like that since you were a callow youth. People are eating suspicious sausages that could have just about anything in them. Their iceboxes are stuffed with processed foods that have unpronounceable ingredients which can run up to sixty five letters. You can’t imagine how they can eat that stuff but you do know what the long term effects are. You have never really understood ordinary porn, tit jobs, facelifts or any of that shit. You can’t figure out how something like that would actually turn anyone on. It’s totally geared toward dehumanization and a calculated insult to all of the finer and nobler possibilities of the human spirit, even though you haven’t seen any of that for a really long time

Sometimes you sit and wonder about people who become lawyers, politicians, just about any of the things people put such an investment in. You can’t figure out how any of it became so important to anyone. You can’t figure out how these people manage to take themselves so seriously. You’re amazed at their capacity to drink themselves senseless for such an extended period of time. It blows your mind that they could have been married multiple times and stitched up with alimony, festering resentments and disaffected progeny, with money games going on like it was some kind of a heroin habit. You can see then dressed out in a box at some point surrounded by people who didn’t like them but are now forced to search with great difficulty for something nice to say.

You’ve never met them but you know that there are people out there that sell munitions, who torture animals and people and others who are making unpleasant decisions about people and digging the power rush that comes with fucking up people’s lives just because they can. You really cannot understand how such a large body of people bought into so many impossible lies or barbaric religions that engage in so many terrible activities against their fellows. Something’s not right in Wonderland and it hasn’t been for a long time. You can’t understand how they are going to find their way out of all of this and you suspect that they won’t. How can they voluntarily condemn themselves to such guaranteed suffering over such massive tracts of time? It’s a mystery is what it is.

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Something about Precessions and so on.

2011-10-03T11:29:00.002+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

One of the great tunes that came and went out of the collective unconscious could be the sound track to our Grapes of Wrath. I expect you could find the music if you looked for it. You might wonder who the Israelites are actually . You might like Bob Marley’s work. I do. The products of the policies of our times are arriving on the dinner table. You can get a clear sense of the people involved and what’s permitted to get past the filter of the MSM by going here; of course there is Fox News, if you want the full porcine treatment.

Jesus, people, do we hold ourselves to be irrelevant? Do we hold these truths to be relevant that all people are free are created equal and given the right to be free who they are and anyway, to live and work productively?

“Hey Fan? Meet shit! We have come to deliver it.” That is the name of that tune. Here we are but I don’t think we are rocking in the free world. It all comes down to Karma. If you believe in that sort of thing; individually and collectively; are you better off than you were four years ago? That’s how the saying goes, in the American Dream.

The culture has come to the breaking point as those who have made themselves rich from the industry of others, hold the gold, steal the gold and use the gold to pay the people who control the commerce and concourse to control you, while they live off of the diminishing fat of the land at your expense.

The various systems that you call capitalism, or socialism or communism have arrived at the same place that they always do where the few have too much and the many have too little. Things can go along, more or less, as long as the middle class aren’t squeezed into a tight place but they are now squeezed ...and there you have it.

I find it interesting that Joe Biden, whom I had long considered a political hack, would do something like this and you see the people of his own consortium motivated otherwise. Somehow there is a connection to my commentary on SOTT, concerning whether people can change. I am also in a land of confusion or what?

I can’t send my postings to someone who used to post me because he has a problem about the existence of God. Well, I know God is a reality in human affairs, just like the devil is. You are either fighting or fornicating in all your performances upon that which delivers it back to you and you get what comes back out of it. That is the way it goes; armies and empires, copulating and fornicating for money, sex and power.

I don’t know if anyone else was experiencing what I did this morning at around 5:30. I awoke from a dream and my first thought was that I am an old man. I don’t feel like an old man but I am 65. I went down to the kitchen to make some tea. I was being quiet because I didn’t want to wake Susanne up. She had been at it into the late night preparing some complicated dish for the next day for a gathering we will have this evening to show our appreciation to the people who helped us with the dogs and Susanne’s mother, while we were in Italy getting the house together to sell it.

Susanne appeared in the kitchen while I was making tea. I was surprised to see her and was also in a higher consciousness and my mind was filled with the thoughts I had awakened with. I told her why I was up so early and she said that we should sit and talk and as I began to speak to her, I heard myself saying the things that I would be saying prior to the moment of my death. I felt the movement of the entire galaxy passing around and through me and I was certain that I was going to die in a few moments. Our conversation was exactly according to the script as I had envisioned it.

It was the same conversation that had taken place when the person who published the first of my books was visiting, just after she had departed in the evening a few months ago. Susanne was unaware of this happening in the moment and I sat there, knowing I would die in any moment and just waiting for it to occur. It went on and on and I didn’t die, or I haven’t so far. It would take far too long to tell the tale of what led to this... anyway, I realized that I wasn’t going to die and so I went out to get some honey for my tea at a bakery and a woman backed out of the bakery with her car. I was looking her and she was looking at me and she just backed all the way out into the street until she hit a parked car. I just walked into the bakery. I was still pretty shaken from not having died in the kitchen and I didn’t know what was real anymore. I got the honey and went home; passing the woman who was now getting out of her car again, to deal with the accident once she had gotten herself off of the highway.

I walked back home and here I sit writing this and I really don’t know what to think at the moment. Meanwhile the people are rising up against Wall Street and two Jewish lesbians in Berkeley California are engaged in gender surgery for their daughter. Biden says that Pollard will be released over his dead body. The Detroit Lions beat the Dallas Cowboys and I have no idea of what is going on anymore. I think it is safe to say that I am intent upon not engaging in anything that might hamper my clear and sober awareness of life. I realize I have to engage in a ceremonial aspect of it, given the dinner this evening but other than going through the motions regarding anything else at the moment, is off the table.

Something is definitely happening, everywhere in the world right now and it is whatever it is, depending on whatever the particular people are engaged in. I am mystified beyond my capacity concerning what I might do about anything. Endurance and continuance is the best I can manage. It is flat out unbelievable to me and I’m someone whose life is not generally a field of the commonplace.

It becomes increasingly difficult to find something to say, as you can see by my absence at the blogs and even the radio show. My last Petri Dish has given me significant pause. Hopefully I will have found a better method out of my madness. This apocalypse or transitioning or whatever the name of it is, seems to come in bursts. Maybe it has something to do with sunspots. I really don’t know. I do know that it is powerful and increasing in that respect.

If I have disappointed any of you in recent times or just generally all along, I am sorry for that. I haven’t set myself up to be anything so that is to the good, I hope. I feel like I am clearer about some things and less clear about others but maybe that is just how it goes. I truly wish all of you well and hope to be useful, interesting or informative, whatever it is that you come here for. It hasn’t been easy getting this post out and up. Maybe the next one will be less of a struggle (grin). Have a good day.

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Count your Lucky Stars.

2011-09-27T11:28:00.002+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Well now, today is the day that Obama goes down into the bunker in Denver. I can’t see how he’s going to accomplish that if the white hats (snicker) blew it up. Today is also the day that none of the world leaders have anything on their schedule for the next few days, so I suppose we are allowed to wonder what could possibly be up today or for the rest of the week. It’s got to come sometimes and we are in sooner rather than later mode.

However, this is Origami and we don’t want to spend too much time talking about politicians who bend the knee to the bankers, who sold their souls for the corruptions of the temporal plane and whose wives jangle some forty thousand dollars worth of diamond bracelets around town, while the country goes down. The excess and absurdity of their mimicking the court of Louis is their affair and the proper prelude to their demise. The devil is waiting for them at home plate with a catcher’s mitt.

The signs of incipient troubles are everywhere. The conditions cannot continue as they are for very long and so they will do what they always do, when they are up against the conditions they set into motion in the first place, they will initiate some horrible event in order to take the eyes of the world off of their outrageous turpitude. As we well know, on 9/11 they had a full military press of training exercises, devoted to the very thing that actually happened and on 7/7 it was the same thing. Military exercises are going on all over the place in this period. Yes, it is very interesting. It is very interesting indeed. Here’s America’s end of the equation. Is there anywhere that this sort of thing is not happening at the moment?

Meanwhile, cluster bombs are being dropped on Libya. The gas pipeline from Egypt to Israel and Jordan has been blown up and I don’t actually have space here to list the amount of events I’ve come across in recent days, right up to people’s fruit trees being confiscated and the possession of growing things is being monitored by agencies who have nothing better to do when they’re not manufacturing and distributing anthrax and other compounds for the purpose of threatening politicians and the public.

I’m going to break it down for you in simple terms and you’re welcome to disagree with me but that is unlikely to change my perspective (grin). We get people coming around and saying the world is run by Mason’s, the illuminati, the Catholic Church and Zionist Jewry, or Jewry in general. The primary origins of secret societies goes back a long, long way, to the cult of Mithra and well before that. They haven’t always been evil and they haven’t always been good. The original intention of secret societies was for the preservation and perpetuation of the mysteries in times of darkness. These societies are only as virtuous as the times in which they exist and the men and women engaged in their operations.

People believe that these societies are the enemy of humanity and that their purpose is the subjugation of the public for the perpetuation of a ruling elite and for the profits of the same.

The fact is that humanity has an ancient enemy who is given his powers by the hand of God. I can talk more freely about all of this now since I don’t have to tailor what I say for the tastes and preferences of atheists, who suppress this sort of thing, while bemoaning the presence of censorship by everyone else. You can call this enemy the devil. He’s the one who gets changed into an angel of light at the given moment.

There’s a reason for what happens in the various ages of approximately 2200 years each. There’s a reason for allegories like The Tower of Babel, the presence of nations in opposition to each other and the proliferation of different cultures and creeds. Life is a movie set, where the varieties of human drama are played out over and over again. This was the point of Shakespeare, who articulated all of the tragedies and comedies of the human interplay. This devil, that you can call Satan or Ahriman, or any of the other names he goes by, works for the Supreme Being. He’s an employee. His job is to play upon your weaknesses and to test your mettle. He’s powerless except to the degree that you are vulnerable to him. He runs the manifest world and all whose allegiance and appetites are directed to that plane.

He sits in the minds of the world’s rulers and religious leaders and it is he that is responsible for what takes place at the hands of those who serve him. In times of darkness, his powers seem great and if you want to know why some people act the way they do, you don’t have to look further. In a time of summing up, which we are presently in, things begin to go the way they are going and secret societies, certain tribes inclined toward materialism and the various religions, are all in a state of corruption at the hands of the evil one. Sexual perversions and the seduction and debasement of the innocent are all par for the course. It’s nothing new. It’s what you see at the end of any age. It’s why new ages appear. We’re at the end and the beginning of a grand cycle of 26,000 years so it’s a deal more intense now than it usually is. Everything is breaking down in the process of being recycled into the new conditions.

When the avatar comes and he comes like clockwork, The first thing he does is to sweep the inner planes outward before him for the purpose of judgment. It is on the inner planes that the really evil centers of broadcast are resident. These are the ones who control the ones you see and they are the source of the bad behavior on the part of those you would think would know better. As the avatar pushes these entrenched and malefic souls before him they are forced to occupy the bodies of those open to their presence because they have to go somewhere. The majority of today’s politicians and religious leaders are like stolen cars. They don’t know why they do what they do. They just do it. The same is true of the judiciary and law enforcement. It’s why the police are so brutal at the moment. It’s why the media is filled with lies and superficial garbage and why trivia is exalted as the public’s most important focus, besides survival.

If you are not like this, count your lucky stars. If you are vibrating to another resonance, count your lucky stars. If you are sensing and responding to something higher within, count your lucky stars. A summing up is in operation and a great divide is also happening, as the people of the world are being routed toward the ends they have decided upon, through confusion and weakness or through clarity and strength.

Will something happen today? I don’t know. Will it happen this week? I don’t know. Is something going to happen shortly? Count on it. Personally, I can feel it. I can feel them plotting and proceeding. The people who believe they are in charge have no power over their own acts. They are possessed and it seems to them that this is what they have to do. They don’t but you can’t tell them anything. They bought their ticket and they are on the train. In the space of a blinking eye, realization will dawn on them. It’s going to dawn on every one of us.

The switch is going to be thrown. The lever is going to be tripped and nothing will be what it was before. Rows of dominoes are going to tumble all over the world and the evil and the good will rise up across an unbridgeable abyss, to stare in wonder at each other. If you have been minding the store, according to the heart’s true desire then, count your lucky stars, although luck has precious little to do with it. It is all going to change in the twinkling of an eye. The scales will fall from our formerly clouded vision and we shall see what is what as far as we are able. One thing for sure, it’s not going to be dinner as usual for the eaters of meat. Most people aren’t watching what’s happening in that arena and I’m not passing judgment on the flesh eaters. I’m merely presenting what’s coming, according to supply and demand and the presence of those things that the animals are fed with.

I don’t know when and I don’t know how. All I know is soon. Seek out the temple of your inner strength and abide there. Open your hearts wide to the firmament because angels will attend you in your hour of trial so, once again, count your lucky stars.

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Don't Make Me Come Down There.

2011-09-23T16:24:00.009+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be hoses when need be.

Well then cats and kitties, we are here in the origami once more and therefore? Let me address several things within the context of the same thing because ultimately everything is the same thing at some point, until it becomes everything else, while still being the same thing. You’ll have to check the Vedas and other scriptures for authentication of that but I think I am correct in the main.

Several different people have wanted me to read a book that purports to make possible the construction of The Philosophers Stone, presumably out of one’s own urine, as opposed to what has been evidenced in occasional historical events, such as the demonstration of Paracelsus, when he lifted off the top of a chaffing dish to expose one of his turds and then declared it to be ‘the first matter’. It’s all waste products so maybe they are good to go on both ends

Visible has perused the tomes of Thomas Vaughn, Basil Valentine, Cornelius Agrippa and many others along the way. He’s informed of the ten stages of things like dissolution and putrefaction, the latter of which might speak to the book in question and the bowel movements of Paracelsus. He considered having ‘solve et coagula’ tattooed on his forearm (but the devil had that tattoo already) in place of the blue rose decorated with ‘inshallah’, in contradiction of the rituals and routines of The Prophet and which looks like ‘inch Allan now. “Who’s Inch Allan”? “Huh”? “He’s on your arm”. Never mind.

As it so happens, the consuming passion of Frater Visible’s life is The Great Work. As far as Frater Visible has managed to understand it, this is all a result of the awakened kundalini. I don’t care if you call it The Operation of the Sun, The Great Work, The Alchemical Marriage, The Philosopher’s Stone or The Pearl of Great Price, just don’t call, me Ray-gun. Let’s look at it as The Pearl of Great Price in respect of Visible’s own efforts, even though they are all the same thing.

Let me mention, right off, that if you could just distill and process your urine into the Universal Medicine by following the instructions in a book, that book would have been out long ago and in the same easy to understand language. I don’t want to piss on anyone’s parade; heck, maybe that’s okay, you’ll just transform it into aqua vitale. If this were so then the Rockefellers and the Rothschilds wouldn’t need to see pricey Swiss doctors. That said, there is and there are many a curious thing(s) lying about and simulacrums abound.

Back to the Pearl of Great Price; this is to be considered as the grain of sand that gets into an oyster's shell and which creates an ‘irritation’ that causes the oyster to build a pearl around it, or out of it or somehow... This irritation can also be thought of as craving and would parallel those things said by Lao Tzu and Ramana Maharshi about cutting back on unnecessary and pointless craving or considering, “who am I”? Right here you have all the necessary materials for the whole ‘she’bang. Messing about with test tubes and paraphernalia is going to take you places like those specialty stores that sell the metal racks that people hang themselves from, in search of the message of The Sundance as per our Native American traditions. It goes without saying that people will go to any lengths and extremes to get it; whatever ‘it’ is; be it the orgasm of all orgasms ending in death rapture from a necktie around a closet doorknob or becoming Zanoni (Bulwer Lytton) or sitting in a place of peace and contemplating the ineffable. You want highways? We got highways and lowways too. We got up and down and back around and money in the bank.

One shouldn’t assume that I have done or thought about all of these possibilities. I am capable of learning by proxy when I observe someone jumping off of a roof or doing whatever they do and taking a lesson from it. Some things you learn by experience and some things you learn through reason and observation... or you don’t.

Frater Visible has had this irritation for a long time. He did not get this irritation in this one lifetime. It has progressed and continues to consume the host with the imperative of its importance over every other consideration. This has caused Frater Visible to not gladly tolerate fools but to allow some leeway for any and all of the rest of us that are climbing that spiral staircase because he knows it is bad form and dirty pool to piss over the railing; but you’ll just turn that into the Universal Medicine so never mind. Maybe I don’t have to be diplomatic after all. I’ll bet there are people who actually think I hate the Jews. The way I see it, any Jew in his or her right mind knows better and that’s the only opinion that would count with me in any case. And I can make a case against Arabs, Eskimos and aliens if I want to but I don’t want to. I will leave that capacity on an ice flow in the Arctic Circle for perambulating polar bears.

This irritation occurs in the mind and processes itself in the body, which is why incarnation and a human birth are so important and why the spider is so powerful as well. To break the web one needs the assistance of The Spidermeister. The primary force that makes it possible for you to even be in a position to consider making the Philosopher’s Stone or the Pearl of Great Price is the main player. You are along for the ride, just like Arjuna in Krishna’s chariot. Interestingly, MS Word couldn’t find Arjuna just now and it got red underlined. Krishna did not get the red underline. That pretty much sums it up.

All through history, bad guys have been trying to part the veils. What occurs here in the planetary sense is all dependent upon the Yuga in which it occurs. Whether we are in times of darkness or a time of light is the determinant of our status quo and degree of difficulty. The bad guys know that there is a god and they want to steal the secrets of Heaven. This is always going on more or less and it is supposed to be because life is performance and for the purpose of demonstrating itself. Conditions vary according to the degrees of light. Argue all you want, that’s how it is. People who argue against the eternal verities and conditions of all things are basically arguing for and against themselves. The self in question is the problem and that is why the self is a question that only experience can answer and it comes down to how long you can take it and how satisfied you are with where you are that determines position and movement and results. It’s all under control. If you don’t think so then you are, to some degree, out of control.

The key to the subject under discussion here is more about sex than it is waste products. I’m not saying you can’t come up with some marvelous inventions by playing with shit and piss, that’s a given. Drinking your own urine at certain times is a very effective ayurvedic remedy for general well being. What I am saying is that you will not make ‘the’ stone, or ‘the’ pearl or complete The Great Work or the Alchemical Marriage or The Operation of the Sun by meddling about in books or laboratories since you are the book and laboratory. You may come up with something interesting, one never knows but you will not accomplish these things that way cause that isn’t how it happens; that much of it I do know because I am engaged in it and have gone past that. It is the supreme passion of this life and most likely others as well.

I’ve clearly outlined various approaches to the thing at this site over the years. Make of it what you will and by all means, do your own thing. I can only report what I have discovered up to the moment and that is that I am a tool engaged in learning how to operate myself, as I was meant to be operated. Look at the world and note how the other tools are doing and whose hands they are in.

This irritation gives me no peace. It is why I write these words, they are a product of that irritation and so is my conversation and I am an irritation as the people who visit me know because just about everyone wants to talk about something else and most people think something else is something else and they all have a makeshift delivery system with variations on a theme by Monty Python. I work for The Ministry of Walks and I’m not telling you to walk this way. Shit happens. We are ‘the shit’ in every sense of the word and deep is as deep does and to each according to their intensity and talents. Don’t bury them in the ground, the ‘talents’ I mean. Because someone is going to come around and see what you did with them and they want their interest. It’s an investment after all. We are all investors in something so, what profited it that you should gain the whole world and lose your only soul?

I think that this is the last chapter of Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World. I’ll leave you with a poignant and pressing expression of something that is telling on many levels if you think about it. In the meantime, me and Lenny Bruce will continue to piss in the sink and you can turn that into rapture if you want to.

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Clarity, Certitude and the Confusion of Opposites.

2011-09-20T14:34:00.003+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Readers of these blogs may get the erroneous impression that the author is opposed to certain lifestyle choices that are relatively, recently emergent in the culture. The author has no real opinion on these things per se. The author reacts to the immense social and legal pressure being brought to bear by the agenda driven machinations of a small group of powerful manipulators of materialism, for the purpose of the destruction of the culture and economy of the west. What goes on behind closed doors is one thing. What goes on in public for the purpose of control and the shaping of the minds of new generations is another. One could spend days presenting the intricacies of what is taking place but the reader is advised to make their own inquires in respect of motive and intent, as well as intrinsic meaning.

One of the reasons for the presence of certain behaviors and life style choices is the arrival of the divine feminine into greater power and presence in the coming age. The tyranny of the patriarchy is passing and the divine feminine is taking her rightful place as co ruler of the consciousness of this new age. We are in a time of material darkness, so the force of the feminine is often expressing itself in physical terms. Since the force of sexual magnetism is the basic force of manifest existence, it is easy to see what is presenting itself when the higher arc of the divine feminine is not actualizing, due to the state of the times. What we get is a physical acting out of something otherwise intended but which takes the definition of its expression from the state and conditions of the world it is operating in.

The higher arc of the divine feminine possesses the powers of intuition, empathy, compassion and other virtues. When the kundalini is permitted to operate above the bottom 3 chakras you see these virtues in action. When the kundalini is trapped in the lower chakras you see it being expressed in survival paranoia, sexual engagements and the pursuit of personal power. Above these states is a whole other series of worlds. Both the above and the below meet at the Anahata heart chakra and that area is either persecuted from the states and forces below or inspired by the states and forces above.

Observe the powers of advertising and the general atmosphere of media in respect of the human condition at this time. It is all about appetites and desires and the pandering to them as if they were the true expression of what we are; a herd of feeding and rutting beasts, dressed in the garments of something higher, who have made a religion of something lower. “Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die.”

The motivation of those pressing certain states and conditions upon the rest of us, is for the general enslavement of the masses, in areas of activity where they can be most easily entrapped and devoured by the Venus flytrap plant of contemporary mores. Sexual fluid is a very powerful force and also a highway to all sorts of places. Mikhail Aivanov said, more or less, ‘if you could see who shows up to dine while you are having sex, you would be a lot more careful about what you do and how you do it (I’m paraphrasing)’. Few people have written more lucidly over recent years about so many important things.

I see all sexual modalities as something we pass through; none of them are static. I see all races and religions as something we pass through; none of them are static. I see all states of economic prosperity and desperation as something we pass through; none of them are static. I see all states of physical well being and dis-ease as something we pass through; none of them are static. I see all states of learning and growth as something we pass through and all of them are attended by pain because pain is a significator of growth and learning, like a child whose teeth are coming in. Cancer is growth as well, though we don’t tend to think of that as a positive development.

There are metaphysical reasons why one is born black or white, red or yellow. There are metaphysical reasons why one is born a Hindu, a Moslem, a Christian or a Jew. Certain experiences and responsibilities attend each of them for the purpose of learning and experience and so long as one is identifying with any of these as something real and enduring, one is trapped and confined by that definition in a host of ways. I’m not going to get into some of the meanings for these things because the chances are that what I say may not be complete and comprehensive in this limited format and that can prove misleading. I can say that the perception of differences, even when they seem to be conclusive and inarguable, is misleading. It’s the differences that we are meant to rise above, just like the lower chakras, which are critical to the whole interrelationship of our being but dangerous to regard as permanent, personal dwelling spaces. Each of these chakras is an entire world and some predominate depending on the times.

Our electricity is all messed up and so the polarities are out of sync. When polarities get out of sync, balance will be forced upon you, unless you are accommodating to its imperatives. Given the state of the culture and the relative compararatives of intelligence and ignorance in the general mindset, it goes without saying that delusion is the prevalent consciousness. Change, as well as wide spread destruction of temporarily pervasive illusions is inevitable. This isn’t a bad thing unless your attachment is great.

You are the Crown of Creation

"You are the Crown of Creation
and you've got no place to go.

Soon you'll attain the stability you strive for
in the only way that it's granted
in a place among the fossils of our time.

In loyalty to their kind
they cannot tolerate our minds.
In loyalty to our kind we cannot tolerate their obstruction.

Life is Change
How it differs from the rocks
I've seen their ways too often for my liking
New worlds to gain
My life is to survive
and be alive
for you.”

The tumult of the ‘60’s and ‘70’s was the announcement of the age as the heralds proclaimed what was to come and which was all too soon buried in the force of reaction by the temporal powers, with their death grip upon the levers and dials of our moments. All of this is a test and testing is tempering.

I want all of us to prosper and find that true expression of our being that most exemplifies the greatest good for the greatest number of people and anyone who does not see this should be the penultimate, righteous drive of any who would call themselves enlightened, does not know very much about the personality of the divine, insofar as we are permitted to know what small parts are made possible for the inner heart to intuit and realize.

I’ll close with a general version of the prayer which I offer every day, at least once;

Lord, remove the obstacles to my self realization and set no further snares upon me. Lord, remove my shortcomings and grant me possession of your qualities. Lord, grant me your presence, activate my awareness of your presence and grant me that divine intoxication which can attend it. Lord, grant me your favor and name me your friend. Lord, awaken the great love in my heart so that it may rule, motivate and inspire my every thought, word and deed. Lord, heal my sexual nature and bring the goddess kundalini to her highest point in my being; accomplish the alchemical marriage in me, complete the great work and the operation of the sun. Grant me the Pearl of Great Price and the Philosopher’s Stone. Lord, awaken the deity in each chakra in your service; awaken my super sensory powers in your service. Grant me the knowledge and conversation of the holy guardian angel and protect me from the ignorance and injury of my kind.

There’s more to all of that but that will do for the moment. I hope I’m not asking for too much (grin).

If you do not cry out you will not be heard. The mother does not know the location and condition of the child unless it cries out. There are so many children to attend to. The mother may not want the child to run off in the pursuit of its own self interests but the mother is wise as eternity is long and knows that the child will return on its own when it is finally weary of everything the world has to offer. Then she will clean the murk away and grant what has been missing and cannot be found in the swamps and sewers of the material world that is all tarted up to look like everything it cannot provide. It’s all for a reason and it’s all under control. Time is short in this closing cycle. Wiser minds are about the important business of the moment.

End Transmission.......

When in the Course of Human Events...

2011-09-17T17:26:00.003+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

When in the course of human events (I have heard that before) it becomes necessary; seems like a good place to start. This is Origami in real time and also the blog that started it all; makes sense to me, hopefully that proliferates.

I get my news from few places. Coincidentally some of them publish my work. When I say few, you only have to look around the place here to see what I like because there isn’t much of it. I am talking about alternative news; for the mainstream, I use a Squeegee.

I have a, very few, long time, internet friendships and they have been more or less consistent and have brought me many readers, on the way, some have gone by the wayside. I tried to interact with IntelHub and Before it’s News but something went fugazy with their infrastructure and the table settings didn’t jibe with my nouvelle cuisine. I have been a chef and a ref and I have been in the ring with hard guys and you know what happens then ...and I could kill you with a fountain pen in a dual use sort of a way but I am not into that in the first place. There was a nice Norwegian guy from The People’s voice who used to print my work and we fell out over some odd dynamic where he got the impression that I was teaching people magic of the wrong flavor or simply wrong by way of revelation. I don't know where he went, I actually liked that guy.

There was a man named Harold at a place called JustGetThere and that was a fun experience and some chapters of the forthcoming book was published there, as were many other articles over time. I feel like that is still there somewhere but I guess we lost touch and I had to put a lot of time into making things appear there when I thought I was short on time, my fault. Then there was Uruknet and the lady there got annoyed at me for a couple of predictions I made about an attack on Iran that didn’t happen and wouldn’t post me anymore, which is too bad because that readership was a good link into the hinterlands of kindred spirits. That was my fault. Then there was SOTT and I still don’t know what’s going on over there and there are no hard feelings on my part because I can only operate on what I know and remember and since I was there, I have my own take on the matter, which differs from theirs, I guess. In their defense, one has to consider that I am combustible. This is why very few people invite me to speak anywhere because I am unpredictable and uncontrollable concerning the truth as those people near Luzerne discovered and that does not imply that I didn’t carry a load of my own bullshit.

I’m one of those people that Warren Zevon was talking about in the song, my shit’s fucked up. I think he wrote that song when he found out he was going to die of cancer after having lived a reckless highway punctuated by not even being able to show up and then clean himself up and write and sing and play like the tiger that he is and then he dies.

He was a good influence on me. I like his work. No, I’m not scheduled to check out soon, I don’t think and I don’t know. Hey! That rhymes with Rivero, which brings me to the two Rivero’s. One of them is the consummate shit sommelier and the other is the guerdon for the righteous and you can catch some of the flavor over here.

There was another Christian guy who had me on the radio. I liked him and I thought he liked me. I know the audience enjoyed our talk. Then one fell upon another and I went into the comments section, ignorantly assuming that I could make peace and now that's gone too. All kinds of things come and go or never arrive or will show up one day but in the meantime there are a few people who post my work that I rely on and count on. It goes without saying that I would do what I do regardless of presence or pervasiveness.

I am writing this in the one blog that usually doesn’t show up at Michael’s site because I no longer send him my work and I don’t blame Michael for that, I blame myself. I found that I was cutting corners in the way I said things so that Michael would post my work. The other people who post me don’t have this problem. Michael is an atheist and I am the diametrical opposite. He is what he is and I am what I am. He’s a powerful force for good in so many ways. He is the only guy I know who comes from The Tribe and delivers the sort of things that god told the Jews they should do, which, given that it generally comes with the persona, they ignore. That is the biggest conspiracy.

Being born a Jew is an event because you get the keys to certain toys and tricks that is the summation of that circumstance that we are coming upon a conundrum that cannot endure. Probably Michael and I should wife swap because my consort is the same way as he is. We live in interesting times. We do indeed. My only problem with Michael is that you can’t cock block god. The question is religion and it has killed as many people as money, greed and lust has killed, relativity speaking,

The cycling of reincarnation shows us that when the blind lead the blind on an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth we will have a lot of blind dead guys gumming each other to death in total darkness; not the best idea for a sensory deprivation chamber is it?

I wish people could sort their laundry beforehand. The reason that they don’t is the cause of their being taken to the showers in the first place with the make believe gas and the lice did not get the punchline. We had Photoshop way before there was photoshop and there is no we in we but, yes, there is.

Rivero is a unique and rare comestible and we share the same reckless disregard for the tools who think they run the place. It’s a shame about our wives (grin). However, I have to make the declaration that Michael Rivero does believe in god and profoundly so. Otherwise he would not have the stones, the currency or the courage to do what he does so... maybe it is just a contradiction of terms, a baby and the bathwater thing Any fool can see that there is a power that inspires and interferes to the point that well, either they left the lights on and no one is home or it’s dark and crowded. I don’t know which.

There’s something funny going on somewhere because you can’t hit all the right notes and then miss the root tone. He say’s “ah” and I say “om”? So why am I saying this? Because I am a ‘head them off at the pass’ kind of a guy. I like to be on the other side of the bridge when it burns. I’m just not going to tailor my work according to certain guidelines. I’m doing my own apocalypse on myself and there ain’t nobody else.

I could see where this might blow up into an international incident but I am heading it off at the pass. I’ll just write what I write, god willing (grin).

The thing about god is that I met him in person. He was Krishna, Buddha, Christ, I don’t know. You can be sure when it is the man himself in the brimming fullness of his being and as it so happens there are witnesses. Life went on along the supernatural train tracks of my life. A few months later former congressman John Hall, from NY. Along with some other musicians went off to a house in the woods in Virginia owned by a Col. Jones, whose son Terry ran off to Canada to become a folk singer, when my kundalini rose and it was never the same between us after that. He told his parents that I was wanted by the police and they came and took me from his home with spotlights and drawn guns. Coincidentally, Douglas Hume, brother of Brit Hume, went all the way from D.C. to Big Sur to confirm that I had met the man on the beach that day. It was at Lime Kiln Creek, summer ’67. He ran into a man named Donovan who wanted to string a bell across the valley and he corroborated the meeting but all of these details are explained in earlier postings.

I’m a pretty interesting conspiracy myself, Michael. I know this post is brief with no backup but that’s why I have God as my excuse, catchall and solution. It’s all explained in Tom Wait’s “Step Right Up”

I’m sure this will amuse dismay and fascinate a handful. I just hope I didn’t piss anybody off.

End Transmission.......

On the Cusp of the Moment in the Tightening Vise.

2011-09-14T13:22:00.005+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

Today is Wednesday, the 14th of September and Tuesday coming, is the the 20th of September. In the 6 days of approach to the 20th, we may likely see some surprising, terrible and transformative actions on the part of those who presume to be running the show. One certain motivation, is the certain recognition of the Palestinian state, according to borders not acceptable to the nation of Rothschildlandia, which was illegally created and situated in a place where it has no historical precedent for existence. The arguments for it are all based on false and fabricated history.

Another motivation is that those who presume to be running the show have messed things up beyond all recognition and need an escape valve to cover their tracks, as they seek to make their getaway or go into a fortress mentality, as they endeavor to wipe out significant portions of the populace. This latter is already in operation in many locations but hasn’t come to the kind of massive, genocidal outrages they have in mind for the dénouement.

If there were ever a time that one could make a safe prediction, concerning possible trends, this would be that period. If the world is not rattled and shaken on its foundations in the next few days, it can only be attributed to the hand of the cosmos as the factor of restraint in play.

I don’t need to now itemize and list all of the conditions and features that are also attendant in respect of the tightening vise of the times. The reader is familiar with these things. Most of us have known for some time that, sooner or later, there would be that moment where the global excrescence hit the whirling mechanism in a really big way.

I close my eyes and seek to penetrate the surrounding darkness with the bookending lights of my reasoning intellect and intuition. I can’t see anything and I don’t feel anything either, outside of the usual heavy weather that has been the hallmark of recent years. A student of physics knows that you can only apply so much pressure in a confined space before something happens, either to the contents within or to that which contains them. This is true in the world without, just as it is true in the personal worlds of those who deal with increasing stress until something has to give.

We know that the stress and pressure are being intentionally generated by those in control of the political and economic spheres. They want to create a situation that will compel a reaction and then they can apply their solution, according to the principles of the Hegelian dialectic. Most readers know, or believe that there is a guiding consciousness that permeates all time, space and circumstance. We may not understand it but we know it is there. For my part, I know it is also in charge of all things at all times and always will be. I could spend some time discussing the ways in which this control operates but often seems to be hands off, however, that is a short run perspective. It is also true that we don’t recognize divine control because it often runs counter to our ambitions and desires. When things are not what we want them to be and don’t go in the direction we want them to, we fault the cosmos, or just assume it is indifferent or absent in any involved way.

The key to discovering higher truth, or the actual nature of an archetype, lies in having no presumptions or preconceptions about what they are or what they do. You have to approach them on their terms, not yours. This is where most people run afoul of reality. For most people, reality has to fit their dimensions of it and in a certain way it does, right up until it encounters reality.

One approaching these things and all related cosmic principles must also- forever keep in mind- the limitations of the mind in respect of complete comprehension. We don’t know very much and we never will know very much and any idea to the contrary is an unfortunate state of being that will encounter the truth of this at some point. People get out of wack in the act of knowing. We don’t know. If we are in fortunate aspect to the divine then we are permitted to know what we need to know, for as long as we need to know it, or until it is changed into something else. One should think in terms of two poles that presuppose a third pole that presupposes a forth pole and so on and so on. The deeper you go, the more you see things that are not present on the surface, even if the depths and the surface are the same after a fashion. You’ll have to read your Lao Tzu to see what he says about that. He’s the authority on these things, at least according to me. There are any numbers of real authorities and one can get some kind of understanding from any of them but I opt for simplicity and clarity doesn’t hurt either, even when it isn’t entirely clear and never will be; not while you are mortal and not while you are human.

People toil and suffer and engage in endless conflict on all planes of existence, due to ignorance and desire. Absent these motivators, one exists in another state entirely. It doesn’t much matter what the conditions of the world are at any time, so long as you are being operated and motivated by ignorance and desire. People seeking to understand themselves and the world around them need look no further than ignorance and desire and remember the maxim of The Buddha who said, “All life is pain caused by ignorant desire”. I think most people don’t separate ignorance and desire from the maxim when they hear it but that might make it more understandable if they did, or maybe not (grin).

If you want out of this fix then you must attend to the pressures of ignorance and desire within, if you hope to militate against their effect on you without. This has to be accomplished in tandem with aspiration and surrender. Aspiration is important because it lifts you toward that which is not acting from ignorance or desire. Surrender is important because it allows for you to come into the mind of the one who is in a state of liberation from these twin deficits. In a time of darkness, only devotion is going to work expediently. All the other rituals and routines are compromised and often perverted by the darkness of the times, unless you have personal access to the unpolluted springs from which they come. These are present in the secret places of Nature and yourself. Finding them is an art that is seldom (if ever) accomplished on your own.

In times of more light and less darkness, these springs are not so hidden and these rituals and routines have a greater force and authenticity. In times of greater darkness, our own minds are in conflict with our capacity to see and interpret. This is why devotion, or the path of Bhakti, is recommended and also more attended by those who provide assistance.

Those who have no solid base or contact with the primary mover are going to become increasingly aware of this. Those who have some degree of base or contact are also going to be made increasingly aware of this. Whatever you may experience or be put through is part and parcel of your awakening. There is a big difference between dancing with and working against or resisting this. As the quote (often used humorously) goes, “resistance is futile”.

Wherever you find yourself is an expression of whom and what you are in respect of what truly is. What truly is is a liberating force. Its whole intent is to free you from wherever you find yourself so that you can actually find yourself. Working contrary to this, such as locking your arms through the bars of your cell, or holding on to some large piece of furniture or any anchor of any sort is counterproductive to your own best interests. It’s unfortunate that so many of us cannot see what our own best interests are.

End Transmission.......

To Divine, to Intuit and to Comprehend.

2011-09-07T12:53:00.005+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

In the week after I went to Italy a few years ago, everything went bad for me in a consistent and relentless way. Interestingly, I had a protracted visit with Lord Ayahuasca in that period, in which I heard all sorts of reassuring things. Usually when some aspect of the deity shows up to give me a pep talk, it means bad things are going to happen (grin). They did. Each time I went to Italy, it got worse, finally culminating in a two month long journey into worlds heretofore unseen and then extending into a series of health problems that went on for the most part of a year. None of them were major but all of them were painful and troubling.

Earlier this year all of that went away but the punishing internal setbacks and bouts of depression have come and gone for short periods. One of them just departed a couple of days ago and for the last couple of days, I have awakened each morning with a profound sense of peace and communion with the divine that hadn’t been accessible for about a month. Not only did I awaken in a blissful and tranquil state but I have been high, as if I had taken something.

Over the course of previous events, I have been contacted by or in contact with various astrologers who seem to have appeared for the purpose of giving me insight into what has been happening and the majority of them have been mostly right, most of the time. I’ve been told that for the duration of the year, things would progress in a positive fashion and it would all involve work. It would be steady and certain but it would be slow. Once the New Year came in, a new dynamic was coming, which would remove all former barriers and everything would be effortless; not only that but I would be free in ways I hadn’t imagined possible before.

I like the science and system of astrology. In the right hands it can be an impressive revelation. It will always be a limited and partial view of possibilities because astrologers, like all of us, have a confined perspective in all but the rarest cases. There is, no doubt, only a small handful in this category. I remember the example of Cheiro, after whom chiromancy is named. He was a palm reader whose life occurred in the last half of the 19th century into a portion of the second half of the 20th and he really knew his stuff, like the misunderstood Count Cagliostro and the elusive Count St. Germain. If you are not familiar with these individuals you can look them up; there’s plenty to see.

I’ve never been one to seek out those who are employed in areas of divination. I figured I would know what I needed to know when I needed to know it because, after all, according to my teacher, everything is under control. However, astrologers started appearing at a certain time and that led to further engagements that came about different ways. What I found interesting was, regardless of whether they were employing sidereal or tropical astrology, they were all saying the same thing and they weren’t interacting with each other.

I don’t want to spend a lot of time, like Houdini, looking to debunk or prove the existence of things that I am already convinced of but... I admit to the shared and common fascination that we all have in hearing things that have to do with us. This kind of thing can be a comfort in times of distress, at least if the news and prognosis is good (grin). I’m a fan of the quote, “a wise man rules the stars”. Now if we could only become wise then all would be well and good.

I wasn’t so confident about any number of things over the last month. Sometimes a short period of time can encapsulate a confined perspective that leaves us doubting the promise and integrity of what we might have been used to outside those confines. The interesting thing is, when I haven’t had a visit from the divine for awhile, I tend to fall back into too great an awareness of my failings and shortcomings, which make me doubt the approach of any good thing. Then the divine will drop in and tell me all kinds of reassuring and positive things.

Students of metaphysics know that the ‘still and small inner voice’ is known for chastising us and providing important criticisms. It seldom praises or pats us on the head. This was the case for me earlier on but I don’t get much of that anymore. It’s usually of the nature of things I find it impossible to believe and time continues to go by and strengthen my tendency to doubt, even though I don’t doubt, not really. As is ever the case, when talking about things like this, words show their inherent limitation to be clear and precise. It’s an even more difficult effort when one wants to make it relevant to the reader because that should be the only reason one ever talks about themselves; to present parallels for a resonant identification, to the end of a greater trust and faith in what we cannot see and do not understand.

Looking at the world through my internet window, as well as via the medium of my vibrationary senses, the conditions do not look good from any perspective, unless one is Dr. Pangloss or Pollyanna. Life has gone from satire to the truly absurd. The article I linked in the last Petri Dish is still echoing in my consciousness. For some reason I am very optimistic and I have been optimistic even in degrees of extremis and with no justifiable supporting evidence. Things look dire and unless there is direct cosmic interference, they are going to get much, much worse shortly. Still, I have this unshakeable optimism. Where does that come from? I don’t know.

From where I sit, the global transformations, that have been threatening to take place for such a long time, are now on the doorstep. From where I sit, it could be any moment and the chaos of random killings all over America are a pressing indication of corollary argument for it. When things break down in a larger sense, they seem to do it over a longer period of time. However, a time finally comes when the structure begins to collapse at a previously not experienced speed. One day things are pretty much what they’ve been, except for ominous signs, the next day it has changed dramatically like the sudden appearance of a tropical storm. I get the feeling that that is where we are now.

So many large forces are pushing against each other in a climate of pending ruin. So many larger agendas are finalizing their plots and all of the motives are divergent. Such a massive collection of souls, are caught in the time-lapse moment of final impact, when these forces and agendas come up against each other and push comes to shove. A significant number of those operating the heavy machinery are certifiably insane. Some of them threaten to take the whole house down with them. They might be inclined that way but I also suspect they are cowards too and that threats and bluster are the currency of their passage, except when they can manipulate appearances in the process of serial, horrible acts.

It could be that the world entire has had enough of them and suddenly acts in concert to rid the planet of their presence, assisted by invisible agency. I read a strange and frightening description of possibilities yesterday that is unlike anything I’d encountered before. I’d been unaware that much of this could occur or had been in place waiting to occur all along. I did say at Petri Dish; “as well as whatever strategic initiatives they have up their sleeve, should an attack come. We have to remember that this threat has been on the table for a long time.” It appears that the person responsible for this posting believes that far more than anything I suspected is already in place.

I do not know what to think and I don’t wish to be alarming either; as if I could possibly be more alarming than the portents and events we are already witnessing. I leave it to the reader to formulate their own conclusions. We have to remember that the bad guys are up against the time sensitive crumbling of their entire infrastructure, as well as a world awakening in respect of what they have been up to. They literally have to do something and that something is guaranteed to be bad because, because they are bad guys.

As I have stated, I am an optimist and given the state I’ve awakened in the last couple of days, not much troubled by the many indications of terrible possibility. I’ll leave you with that for the moment and the sincere hope that I have every reason to be optimistic, no matter how things may look.

End Transmission.......

♫ Gone Baby, Gone ♫

Les Visible, Lord Buckley and Whatever.

2011-09-03T18:16:00.010+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.....

'May your noses always be in the wind without coercion for direction.....'

I think most readers know that I prefer the truth, even if it comes back on me and I defy anyone who has evidence otherwise to prove me wrong; given that I don’t care what people think, even if they are people I care about and I am sure we could find evidence of that. Let me depart from the usual expectations and allow me to indulge myself. I suppose most people know that I prefer a metaphysical expletive to a street level curse; given that no one really knows anything to begin with but... I have my druthers. So, take an excursion with me through the things that formed me and get an eye-peek into what I found relevant and memorable over what I didn’t and won’t mention.

As you know, I prefer a spiritual explanation over an empirical box containment and that is why one of the first people I appreciated was this man and if that isn’t enough, well, I have many an example by the same. You know me as someone who has an opinion of politics but I get my take on that from the same place as well.

You know me as a person who is generous with my time regardless of the response and I also get that from similar places but these examples don’t tell the half of what has influenced me.

There are exposures that have encouraged my growth all the way from the early holy books, to Fawlty Towers and Deadwood and the living doubles on every level to the heroines of movies like this that I lived with, in the process of going through what it took and maybe I just don’t want to mention what is really true because it may prove an embarrassment to the people involved who can no longer get work in the industry because of me.

When I watch movies or listen to music, there is always a personal angle because I lived a lot of it and a great deal more that the screen does not possess the technology to render into a form recognizable to the technology of the mind, or the emotions to translate. In other words, if you haven’t been there then there is no point in describing it to you and most of the time, people like me and the people I learned it from, have no recourse but to talk around things and that is the reason certain literary devices were created for in the first place. That is where jazz came from and where all of the mystics and crazies who found the ultimate came from because we don’t fit into the holes created for the molds they tried to make of us.

I’ve never had much money, because it has run through my hands to where “I thought” it was needed, which doesn’t mean I disrespect its value or don’t know how to manage it, I do and have. I was given a couple of things to ease my passage; certain gifts having to do with dealing with human interaction, both positive and negative and the company of the goddess in her most beautiful aspects and both of those are provable at any time; on the one hand by witnesses and on the other hand by witnesses and the present tense itself, so it’s not worth arguing about and a lot more easily present and past than any of the lying histories I am exposed to every day.

Well, you have your alternatives, don't you?

I’m not a product of this world and neither are you; not if you are reading these words, in any case. If you came here to begin with then you know the river runs through it (pun intended). I’ve made it a point not to claim to be able to do or ever have been what is not provable to the extent that it would never wind up in court. The fact that that gets overlooked by those arguing to the contrary makes my case better than I ever could and the fact that I am past the age where any of this should apply and still does makes it even more concrete.

Think of me as someone picked up hitchhiking by the goddess of all things who is infinitely concerned with taking me home and attending to my every need, while being desired by everyone who comes into contact with me at any point in time. This is an easily observed and proven fact but for some reason it escapes those who would seek to diminish this real condition. That force I am speaking of has serially moved me from one state to the other into states of extremity of varying periods of short duration to make this point and still the point is not made.

I would have had this done by the original author but this is a better copy, seeking out the author you get the story behind it.

People ask and inquire of me and people who have met me, “How can he say the things he says and not even get bad words, much less actual contact” and it goes on and on and still doesn’t happen. One would think I had heaven and earth at my beck and call but the truth is that I do and so do you, if you would only get a clue about what it takes.

I have tried my damndest to get certain points across but have been unsuccessful. I’ve moved in and out of certain worlds and, in my own small way, influenced products and events in the same way that you see phrases and ideas from these blogs appear all over the place in the most unrelated locations and I’ve got no part in the actualization of these things because I am only just passing through and anything that works from me was just something passing through.

Given what is coming up now and I mean, very shortly, this is probably the best time to try to make a point that will be as routinely ignored as all of the rest of them. You get out of everything what you put into it and that is above as so below. I speak with authority on certain matters only because I actually possess it but only for the commission of the work under consideration.

It would please me no end if you would join me but your faith is not up to the task, or in some cases, perhaps it is; irrespective of that, what is required is more than people care to invest and certainly less, given that, that they have hope of reaping.

Every time I have ventured into the pits and predicaments of existence I have stepped back out of them with nary a scratch on my veneer. The real wounds are below the surface. If I thought there was a point to the ongoing demonstration on my part it would be gladly given but the truth of that, in my own experience has been slim and none. I know we have heard that these are the times that try our souls but that got said long before the time in which we presently find ourselves and still, even provable demonstrations of which I have given several today, have gone wanting because they defy the minds capacity to assimilate.

Some time ago certain powers and states of awareness were given to me and I never thought much about it and that is probably why I got them and as most of my visitors can attest, I have amply proven this but even those who believe do not actually believe which would make me tear my hair if I had any but maybe I will if that’s what it takes.

Anyway, if you can read between the lines and if you are paying attention and if you already know from your experiences here how uncanny this whole scene is and in your own lives, how unheimlich it has been, regardless of your presence here then maybe you know why I am saying this at this time.

Some part of me wants to really start telling you some tales now, especially given what happens when seeming truth comes up against actual truth and some part of me just wants to pull my lawn chair out on the furthest reaches of that new mown lawn at the periphery of whatever is about to show up on stage. We’ll see what direction that takes and soon.

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The Story of my Life

Skateboarding with a Bent Wheel in Visibilandia.

2011-08-25T12:24:00.002+02:00

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'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

Welcome to my world; Visibilandia stretches as far as the horizon permits, according to the reach of my consciousness on any given day. I don’t know how big or small it is. I’ve never attempted to measure it and have no tools to do it with anyway, because the boundaries are always changing and the landscape is not a constant, given that more than one plane and/or dimension of being is in operation at all times and the number of dimensions and planes varies, according to the state of being at any moment. My world includes this world and other worlds. It extends at variable distances within and without.

The meaning and appearance of my world changes, depending on the point and perspective, which depends on the lens in use, or the lack of a lens and that depends on whether what is left of me is engaged in the analysis and observation, or whether it is ‘the witness’ that is so engaged.

People have various takes on where I am coming from and that is mostly determined on where they are coming from, because the same abilities and limitations apply to us all and this will vary depending on our depth and capacity. It is certainly affected by the degree that we can surrender the personal and it is also greatly affected by the degree to which the manifest world and what we have assimilated from it is allowed to affect the way we interpret and understand anything.

When I look at someone like Jacque Fresco, I see a man approaching the age of a hundred years, who lives on a plot of land in Florida, where he entertains a steady stream of students, seekers and pensioners, who show up and want to hear him talk. I see him as an inventor and a visionary, who wants to assist in the architecture of a new world. For all of his complexity of knowledge and experience, he’s a simple man. The movie, The Future by Design, tells you a great deal about him and I can tell a great deal about a person (my assumption) by simply listening to them speak. I believe I can gauge a person’s honesty and intention by what I get from the resonance of their tone of being.

We are all a kind of musical instrument, through which the cosmos plays a particular music. The spirit of the divine sings through all of us but sometimes it carries a tune; sometimes it is dissonant and it can be anything you can imagine because anything you can imagine is present here in someone.

This is a dark age and has been for some time. The historical record shows this and we’ve intimations and sketchy records of greater civilizations that self-destructed earlier on. As much as history is a lie, the one thing it doesn’t conceal, is the degree of violence that has preceded us to this point and the present gives ample proof of continuance. In times of darkness, the worst among us rise into positions of prominence, to perform the perversions of their will, upon the relative corruptions of their subjects. It’s a performance of informed ignorance, acting upon uninformed ignorance. Whatever may have been true and good and honorable in forgotten and more illuminated times, ceases to be any of those things.

The one perception that everyone should imprint upon their consciousness at any time, is that manifest life is a continuous series of demonstrations, for the purpose of lessons that need to be learned. All the world’s indeed a stage and we are each players having our exits and entrances, as The Bard so aptly put it. There is no eternal, shining city on the hill that finally comes into being for us to enjoy here. This world is change, period and you change until you no longer have to be going through changes here. Or you do not change sufficiently and you continue to go through changes here. Reincarnation, like Karma and other features of this plane of being are not metaphysical speculation for me. These things are verities that I do not question, because I have direct experience of them. Whether the reader shares these understandings is of no concern to me, except insofar as they are inconvenienced and retarded in their evolution as a result of it.

As unpredictable as this world may seem, it is highly predictable. Timing may be difficult but certainty of cycling events and conditions are not. A lawyer, who had been commenting at the blogs for awhile, got it into his head that he wasn’t being treated at his preferred level of importance. I thought this temporary state had been ironed out but certain kinds of rage, especially in the area of self importance, are not easily appeased. I didn’t post a comment of his and he told me that he could sue me for having made general reference to the contents of his comment, which I did not publish; how very like a lawyer and this sort of thing extends into every profession, where the practitioner identifies themselves with the practice. Doctors like to play God and it doesn’t matter that they are generally incompetent in terms of healing people. Scholars and experts pretend to knowledge and understanding beyond their capacity and become enraged when they are questioned on their omniscience. Religious leaders present themselves as agents of the incomprehensible and often behave like the unspeakable. Business impresarios are masters of justification for whatever they do to turn a profit. You can extrapolate from this through every pretense and profession. This is just how it is in times of darkness.

Men like Jacque Fresco and others who seek to do good by serving humanity, or in attempting to open the eyes of the public, are often reviled and identified as undesirable, while those preying upon them are viewed with awe and fealty. Certain mysterious seeming orders and lodges, that preserve the wisdom of more enlightened times, are looked at with suspicion, because those who have co-opted and perverted the original intent, paint them in this light through their agents in operation, at various levels of activity. In times of darkness, the outer organizations, that originally took their impulses from higher levels, can often become corrupt but the original tenets were sound before they got all bent out of shape in the service of self interest.

One of the complaints I have received concerning my commentary on Alex Jones and true believers has to do with his level of material success and wider spread of influence, as if I wished I could be like Alex Jones, or that great material success was my objective. Some say that Alex Jones provides an elementary service in opening people’s eyes but as a very savvy reader pointed out, that is not useful if the elementary equation equates to 2+2=5. It doesn’t make for a lot of greater good, if your message is peppered with a certain degree of truth, while major truths are ignored or presented in ways that conflict with provable fact. This is the very essence of disinformation. One can point to all of the correct things they said and use that to bolster faith in obvious lies.

In times of darkness, corruption is a given and over the process of time, what is suicidal and wrong, takes upon itself all of the appearances of something that is good for us. Logic is a fine tool but logic can be used to argue anything from any position and make whatever it is arguing for seem logical and appropriate. We all possess some degree of corruption but, like anything else, the type, degree and intensity have a lot to do with the quantity and quality of harm done.

I freely admit to a certain amount of personal corruption but I am trying to quit (grin). I smoke rollup cigarettes and I ingest psychotropic substances. I go to parties in the woods and dance all night and sometimes drink a certain amount of beer. I’ve engaged in some amount of sexual, wild child engagements, certainly more than most but all of these things are phases of experience, in an atmosphere of change and all of these things have been reduced by a considerable margin and will continue to be because they are all irrelevant to my objective. I’ve been told I was put through all of it for a reason in any case and I believe that is true because I have cried out and appealed with intense regularity to be freed of certain things but they remain until the time for them to go. My corruptions do not extend beyond the things mentioned. That is the key point.

Some people think I am an agent of the government or some shadowy organization that impacts on the government. Some people think because I appreciate the work of some and do not appreciate the work of others that I have to be acting on the behalf of some agenda. In truth, I am acting on behalf of an agenda. I work for the cosmos. You might argue that I’m not very good at it, or that I don’t perfectly represent its perfect intent and you would find no argument from me on that score. I’m a work in progress and I’m working hard. I would have to say that that is pretty much all I do. My mistakes pain me and inspire me to greater effort but all of my efforts are meaningless, until the time the cosmos decides on its own that I am deserving of a greater freedom from my shortcomings and limitations. It’s not by works that we achieve the thing, as has been stated by a much greater channel than myself.

Trying to tell the truth is a difficult art and there’s no great material future in it because most people don’t want to hear it. Of course, the truth is beyond telling and can only be experienced in a certain state of being but that’s incidental to our present status as corporate forms, who must perform and produce something. People talk about not talking and people talk about not doing and living in the deep unity of all things but they’re still talking about it and with rare exceptions, still not accomplishing it. We all have a job to do, whether we know what that is or not. We all have one job more important than any other job, whether we know it or not and that is to ‘know thyself’. Every other endeavor is pointless in the long run but we live in a short run world, where temporary gratification trumps restraint and the pursuit of more enduring things. Up is down here and wrong more often right than wrong. We go along to get along and get nowhere except more deeply entangled. Breaking out of the matrix brings one into another matrix. The one we are being freed from is a perversion upon the one we are escaping into and its all under control. The thing that deceives us, is an expression of the thing that frees us and in times of darkness, achieving that freedom is an act of superhuman effort that will still fail without the good offices of the one in charge. We’re basically helpless but not without help and we should cry out for it the way a baby cries out for its mother because it is the same principle.

Who we really are may not become known in a time of darkness and the work we do may not be seen for what it is across the board. That should have zero impact on our continuing at it. Sooner or later, the fool who persists in his folly will be made wise and as Blake implied, it’s possible that the palace of excess leads to the temple of wisdom. We are the road we walk so there’s no point in arguing about the various well beaten tracks and less well beaten tracks.

I’ve gone on a bit longer here today so I’ll leave it at this point. Good fortune awaits, take advantage of it.

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♫ When Darkness Falls ♫

The Monkey Mind and the Dog of Desire.

2011-08-19T14:04:00.007+02:00

Clarity out of confusion or, so we hope.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

We’re all hounded by the Dog of Desire and the Monkey Mind. The Dog of Desire is endlessly afoot sniffing out all of the gray and unexplored or often explored locations he’s never been or forgotten he’s been. The Monkey Mind likes to chatter and throw shit; figuratively and literally. Nearly all of the world that we can perceive is a manifestation of some activity by the Dog of Desire or the Monkey Mind, singly and in tandem. There are other creatures about, in less primary roles but let us also mention the main creature, less easily seen than the other two and that is the radiant serpent, who is the essential force of the manifesting and contemplative god in two states of being. You can encounter this serpent moving in the grass or, ideally, raised in a hood above your head or the head of one you would be most fortunate to encounter. I’ve experienced the latter and am in pursuit of the former. Most folks aren’t engaged in either, because this is Kali Yuga and they want things and beings they can touch and possess and control. That’s just how it is until the radiant serpent sets into action as any of all of the forces it is the source of, directly or indirectly.

Purists and pundits may quibble about my presentation here on minor points but argument and the vanity of precision is their general state and I couldn’t hope to please them so long as they remain purists and pundits by definition.

One of the reasons for the appearance of Jesus Christ and Mohammed at their particular times has to do with Kali Yuga and the state of conditions in the period. Both of these religions accentuate service, surrender and devotion. These are the only sure and certain processes in these dark times and they are often overlooked, given that many of us are fascinated by knowledge and the possibilities of personal will, these things will and do fail in times like these and lead to the inevitable lessons that attend them.

There’s a particular irony that concerns the presence of the serpent and its association with evil and The Devil but that’s all a blind and is also tied in with our screwed up understanding of the sexual force. I am often amused when people mention Tantra, as if they have some familiarity with the subject. This is by far the most difficult yoga of them all and is impossible without the guiding services of a bonafide teacher. Generalized Tantra is a possibility but not the profound intricacies of all of the differently colored and various lengths of the breath, not to mention a whole warehouse of other things. I’ve looked into this as well as its western correlative, The Alchemical Marriage. Both of these are accomplished by the cosmic practitioner within us because it is impossible for anyone else. If your nature and destiny are geared in this direction, or any direction, it will come about at some point.

There’s a reference in The Bible that states we are seen coming from a long way off and it has a companion phrase in the Eastern teachings that states, “When the pupil is ready the master is waiting”. This implies that we are watched and we certainly are; every single thought, word and deed is observed and recorded by agents of the divine, who exist for this purpose. The whole thing is solid and precise beyond the perception of the human mind and it always has been. In times of relative harmony we take this for granted, even if we’ve never actually considered it. In times of disharmony, it’s the first thing that goes from our thoughts. We immediately assume it is out of control but it never is. We’re not very stable, not in times of harmony and certainly not in times of disharmony but then... we wouldn’t be thrown off balance if we were.

The 14th trump in The Tarot is called “Temperance”. It’s a symbol of the process by which The Great Work is accomplished and what is also called The Operation of the Sun, as well as an indicator about the possession and construction of The Pearl of Great Price and The Philosopher’s Stone. Its quality is defined as ‘wrath’ and that’s an interesting idea for the descent of the one force through us, for the purpose of testing and tempering. You’ve got a lion on one side and an eagle on the other that might have formerly been a scorpion. These are representative of two areas of our nature and you can guess why wrath is associated, when you consider the effect of the cosmic transformative force upon our associations and identifications with these areas. The timeless process symbolized by the angel is accomplished by the angel alone and not by us and if you don’t get that then you don’t get it. This is also what is being stated by The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus concerning The Operation of the Sun.

Whether one thinks of themselves as an aspirant; a magician, a seeker, a slave of God, a friend of God (that needs to be conferred actually) or any of the terms one might be likely to use, there is a scenario that gets acted out in a series of checks, balances and permissions to see where you’re at. So long as surrender, devotion and authentic service are in operation, all is well and good. As soon as they are not, one of two things can happen. You are blocked, or the way is opened toward whatever folly is under consideration. This is how people rise to the top of the pyramid of human expression in the temporal realm. They’re not brought there as any kind of a favor or due to competency, as we can easily see in their behaviors of the moment. They’re brought there to make a lesson out of them. I’ve said this many times and it is no less true for the repetition of it.

If it seems sometimes that you are encountering nothing but treachery and hard luck, you are actually in luck. The reality of things is quite often the opposite of the appearance of things. A few years ago, a specific hard drive on my computer made all of its files disappear. That is where I had my musical files and they represented a lot of time and hard work. I was a little upset about it at the time. It happened while someone was working on my computer and supposed to be fixing it. I took my new computer in a couple of weeks ago to get it fixed, when some unknown problem appeared and, once again, the one drive on the computer that contained all of the musical files that has been generated since the time of the last incident, also disappeared the files. I just shrugged and said, “Oh well, never mind”. That’s an improvement. Quite a few things have happened to me lately that have put me into a similar position and my reaction has been the same. I understand that there’s nothing I can do about any of it and that’s a big improvement.

For any number of years, I have recognized the hand of God in my life, yet, even while recognizing it, I didn’t always approve of it, as if I had a clue about how things should be. That’s why the quality of that card is ‘wrath’ and for various reasons. Now, most of the time, if something happens or doesn’t happen; I can still see the hand of God in it but I’m okay with whatever it is, even when lost standing patterns of rebellion seek to compromise me and the issue at hand.

I can’t imagine any personal liability being greater than the possession of the idea that we know. We don’t know. We just think we do and everything we see and do is colored by that. We may move around all over the place in this state but we’re not going anywhere until we lose it. It’s tied into regenerated innocence and it’s also connected to that serpent I mentioned. That’s tied in to wisdom and understanding which are two of the greatest possessions one can acquire. Love, of course, is the chief of them all and wisdom and understanding are primary, high end, expressions of it.

The idea of Love can be very confusing because we are confused and think we know what it is. Our idea of knowing is an insurmountable barrier to our capacity to grasp what Love is. No one has ever plumbed or perceived the extent of Love and no one ever will. The purpose of existence is to teach us; so far as we are capable, what Love is by showing us what Love is not. We are all expressions of the one, sent forth in search of experience, for the purpose of becoming self aware and recognizing the presence of the indwelling, which sent us forth in the first place. There’s no other purpose to life but you can see what people get up to under what they imagine is their own power. Pain is the constant reminder of the state of separation and all that attends it. All our pain and distress of any kind is a significator for the absence of Love, which can also be called The Presence of God.

People claim that they want to discover and experience God and The Truth, until they see what the cost is. Then they come to some arrangement with themselves for a facsimile. You get what you pay for. If you want the real thing, it costs everything but... everything is nothing of value. It just appears to be because of the appetites of The Dog of Desire and the constructs of the Money Mind.

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♫ It Always Breaks Your Heart ♫

The Cat in the Kitchen and the Mouse behind the Icebox.

2011-08-09T13:48:00.005+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet.'

It is upon us. It is on the doorstep and the indications are not good because we are left with the continuing policies of those who led us to the brink, as they ruthlessly and indifferently repeat the definition of insanity, which is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

The personal problem that I see for everyone personally is that the focus is on external events, instead of internal transformation. Both of these are guides for behavior, which involve doing and not doing. If our responses to things are the same as they have always been then we are also insane. It’s past time to step back and simply observe the lesson that is being demonstrated and that is the outworking of evil destroying itself. Evil has various engines of performance; ignorance, greed and the other dark passions that attend it. Aggressive self interest has the perception that it is maximizing its survival. The fact is that it is only increasing its vulnerability. Self interest runs up and down the ladder of relative position. It’s no less damaging in a hovel than it is in a mansion.

I’ve read the statistic that of all of the junk purchased in malls and elsewhere, 85% of it winds up in a landfill two weeks later. How precise that is, I do not know, but any near proximity of percentage, indicates the folly of acquisition, based on temporary magnetism to those material replacements for something deeper, which cannot be satisfied by the possession of junk. This is how it is in a junk culture, where the church of the moment consists of the worship of the temporary.

We are where we are, surrounded by what surrounds us and that is an expression of what we thought we wanted. Some of us have a whole lot of it and some of us very little. Some of us were in an easier position to gain these things and some of us were not so well positioned. That also is an expression of what we wanted being the result of how long and intensively we have wanted it, which has something to do with our position relative to gaining it.

Many think that the chaos and uncertainty taking place will confine itself to other places, if it happens not to be happening nearby at the moment. Many in protected states believe that that protection will hold because the system is geared toward the security of those who have more. Here is where the apocalyptic trend of the times comes in to play. We are not just subject to external circumstance. We are subject to the integrity of our internal being, as it matches up with the will of the cosmos. That’s where the judgment of the personal takes place, as it meets the push of the cosmos, in its inflexible movement toward transformation of the stage of contemporary being. Change is the universal constant and change is always determined by the intent of the universe, in relation to whatever demonstration it has in mind for us.

I’ve used a particular image on occasion that I find very relevant to these times. A mouse sits behind the refrigerator. The mouse knows that the cat is waiting, somewhere beyond in the kitchen. The cat knows the mouse is there too. The mouse is presently safe but the fear factor is intense. Will the mouse profit from its awareness of its security, or will the fear drive the mouse from its place of security, in search of another security, when it is already secure? There is a pertinent message here. If the mouse is not presently secure then that is a whole other thing.

There is never a time when some kind of system is not in place, even if the system seems to be some form of anarchy, there is always a method in the madness. Systems come and go. Our present system is going because the time has come to replace it. That’s not negotiable. Here we can take a cue from the wise man, Lao Tzu. He refers to the green flexible stalk and the no longer green and inflexible stalk. The green, flexible stalk can bend in the winds of change. The other cannot.

In times of stable and temporarily enduring systems, money, position and power can be serious protections. In times of instability they are liabilities. This is why it always comes down to the inner as opposed to the outer. The potential for sustained stability is far greater, with a dependence upon the internal because, even in times of a stable system, one is still susceptible to the same dangers because the potential for loss, injury and fatality is always there. Also, one’s own body is subject to all manner of things and wealth, position and power of are no account here, unless you think getting bad news from a more expensive doctor is a plus.

When you are not in harmony with the archetypes and that greater force upon which they rest and resonate, your own body will react against you, in the pursuit of this harmony. All disease and the like is an expression of this reaching for harmony in respect of restoring balance.

These are not ordinary times, in the best and worst of senses. This gets repeated at these sites often because it is of signal importance. Focusing on the outer and acting and planning against the possibilities of what may come to pass, is much less effective than a concentration upon the inner being, which is directly connected to the force bringing all external conditions about. This lesson is going to be demonstrated and taught to everyone who still believes that they can personally manipulate the external to their advantage. This is precisely what is becoming increasingly less possible by the moment for that very reason. One might say, “Live and learn”. Hard lessons are hard because of personal resistance to the presence of what is contained in the lesson. If one releases this presumption of knowing what is what, one may prosper and it is certain that the presumption does not contain the answer, or the situation would not be what it is. Somehow the logic of all of this escapes the general mind and that is because we want to hold on to what we have and we want to continue having, until we are just like the people responsible for the mess, which makes all of us responsible to some degree.

There’s no way of knowing how all of these wakeup calls are going to affect those under the spell of the dream being translated out of its former comfort zone. Many are deeply entrenched in this dream and get all of their meaning and modalities of action from the mouthpieces of those employed by the force that has brought us to this pass. It is crazy to be reliant for your instructions for living from those whose sole motivation is to profit from your confusions, appetites and states of distress. No reasonable mind would countenance such a thing but we are quite short on reasonable minds in these unreasonable times.

Something is coming in the external and something is coming from the internal and you can’t follow both of them, if they are in conflict with each other and, speaking only from my own perspective, they most definitely are. For myself, I seek to fall back upon the timeless verities, which happen to be timeless verities because they are enduring and the rest of it is not.

We are all subject to the playing out of what we believe in and the degree to which we actually understand the essence of what we believe in. In many cases we are reliant on mere words devoid of meaning. Words have power when the mind behind them apprehends their actual connection to what is true. They have no meaning when they are vain displays of compromised dogma and cant, presided over by greed-heads, power junkies and pedophiles dressed up like Halloween drag queens.

The truth declared to reside in all of these failing institutions departed a long time ago. There’s only one place where the living reality of truth and its various expressions can be found and you don’t have to travel across the street, across the waters or come out from behind the refrigerator to find it.

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♫ Peace ♫

Crimson in the Clover, Over and Over.

2011-08-06T13:21:00.004+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

What fascinating and unpredictable times these are. A couple of days ago I had had something on my mind that had floated around as a possibility but had never happened. It seemed like it couldn’t happen, or wouldn’t happen and then suddenly it happened. I had to go somewhere for it and I didn’t want to but I was compelled to but couldn’t understand why because it seemed like all the other times and I had come to a point where I didn’t consider it as a reality anymore. I went a tad apprehensively because I try to watch everything I do now and there’s no telling what something means anymore.

Then, yesterday, I was reading something by a writer who gets carried at a site where I do not, even though that site solicited me to be carried. When I didn’t start appearing, I wrote and asked them about it and got a nice response from someone, with an apology and then they still didn’t carry me, so I walked away from that. This writer was talking about how The Tribe are just pawns and sacrifices to some forever unnamed elite that is pulling all the strings and setting up the world’s biggest victims as the next victims, as if they had always been victims and he mentioned a number of writers, some of whom I think are dingbats, who write all kinds of prissy stuff about female sexuality and how women not wearing dresses is the cause of the destruction of western culture; whatever that is. My name wasn’t mentioned and I think that was because I lay the blame for much of what is taking place at the very doorstep of The Tribe.

I look at the names of the perpetrators of 9/11 and they are mostly all members of The Tribe. I look at the main financial demon and his name is Rothschild. I look at the heads of all the Central Banks and they are all members of The Tribe. I can’t really find anyone who isn’t in a position of prominence except for some royals and aristocrats and I can make a good argument for their place in the spectrum but why bother. Someone please tell me who these shadowy elite are, by names that are using The Tribe as helpless dupes. Someone give me other names for what happened in Russia and who are responsible for the murder of The Palestinians and so on and so on and so on. Don’t get me started on slavery, human trafficking and organ harvesting, much less false flags.

So I went to walk out my door yesterday while a light rain was falling. I was a little set back in my thoughts about this whole business and the way I can’t seem to communicate as effectively as I might and how I am unstable here and there in my intrepid search for self realization, as well as relative and absolute truth. I’m obviously not as effective as I could be because I’m still not who I should be but I am hopeful. I walked outside and I looked up at the sky and I saw the most perfect double rainbow I have ever seen and I have lived in Hawaii. It was something to behold and a voice came into my head that said, “This is for you, just to let you know that promises have been and will be kept”. Maybe I’m delusional and maybe any numbers of things are true about me, or not. I know what I heard and how it made me feel. This all came on the heels of what had happened the day before so I am thinking that long awaited transformations are finally at hand and right in time for predictions I’ve gotten concerning my upcoming birthday on the 22nd.

This is all a little personal but it does extrapolate out to all of us because all of us are loved and needed more than we know, not that we measure up as we always should.

I believe in a few things and some of those are fixed. I believe in the power and preeminence of Love, which I believe is the primary motive force in creation. I believe the quality and content of Love is misunderstood generally and that is due to the relative presence of darkness in this age. We see and know what we can, based on the clarity possible for us. Love has been redefined as something that has various levels of marketable meaning, according to the force of materialism that permeates through our days and ways. It’s one more item on the shelf and you get the expensive kind and the cheap kind and neither have anything to do with the real commodity that takes us through the darkness and out the other side. Some of us know that the highest form of love is sacrifice and service but we only understand that to the degree that we are in tune with the mind of the cosmos, as it moves us to whatever destiny awaits each of us and which is a common thing, far up the road.

We don’t actually understand much of anything and that is why we are confused and disappointed. It is why our hearts are heavy and our minds dulled by the incessant force of base magnetic attraction to what is decomposing as we look at it. We desire and we aspire but we have different windows of opportunity that appear in our various ages and if we don’t meet the higher end of what we are capable of, we have less possibility as each age passes, until death liberates us for another round. Since it takes everything we have, most of us don’t have the necessary force to offer the coin required.

This is one of the supreme moments of transformation that is ever possible here and certainly in this type of an age. That means that the essential basic force of impetus is geared directly to all that can be for all who will be. It means that despite ourselves we are making progress, though we could do better. I’m trying and I’ve been trying all my life but my tools and disposition have often run contrary to my best interests. Now I find that something or someone has changed me in some very positive ways as if, maybe all of my inconsistent efforts have finally amounted to something or... extra force of a generous and understanding kind has given me what I don’t feel I actually deserve but I’ll take it (grin).

I know that a lot of us believe that the dreamscape is real and that we have to function in it on certain terms, which always make us feel like whores and fools who have to sell their asses so that they’ll feel they lost something important and valuable, when it doesn’t work out in an equitable way concerning what we think our asses are worth. Yet, how much can our asses be worth if we are selling them? How much were we improved by selling out as opposed to holding out? Some of us have held out and we shall see what that is worth.

It’s an incredibly seedy scene that confronts us these days. I get that, ‘looking at a train wreck’ sensation’ whenever I view the world through the lens of the media reporting on it. I never can resolve my conflict in perception when I see people who are defined as being highly intelligent and competent, achieving what I see in front of me. This measurement of intelligence and competence is directly interpreted according to the relative stupidity of those people now trapped in the results of all that intelligence and capability.

Sometimes I wind up at a British news site and with very few exceptions they are all tabloids. Then there is a line of photos down the right hand side. Sometimes there are fifty or more, that show celebrities in various stages of undress, with commentary about who they are breaking up with and how fine their bodies do or don’t look now and I don’t know who any of them are. Occasionally I will recognize a name but I can’t place any of the rest of them but... they are celebrities. They are celebrities that behave like animals, rolling in roadside carcasses, and that is some kind of a standard for the rest of us. I’m glad I’m not them. I don’t actually know who I am but I am glad I’m not them.

I can’t get over some of the events of the last couple of days. I experienced some things that just weren’t supposed to happen and I get strange things happening all the time so, these were strange on steroids. The thing with the rainbow was a real heart warmer and whatever the actual truth of it may be, it has lifted my spirits when I needed it most.

It’s not easy, having to appear as a wack job, in the eyes of those with no faith in anything but their own abilities to present a deceptive façade. I never like doing that because you’re due to get exposed for it at some point. The universe is pretty unforgiving about that. I don’t like having to be naked all the time either but it’s the safer and wiser choice. I think, it comes down to the reality that it is far more important what the cosmos thinks about you than anyone else. Everyone else doesn’t carry my water and feed me by mysterious means or protect me from the actual and potential dangers of the animal mind. I’m not in Norway being eaten by polar bears and I think part of that is because I know better than to think I’m going to gain personal meaning by seeing what can and cannot happen, when I put myself in the wrong place at exactly the right season. “Script girl!” I’m not amused or entertained by it and that has nothing to do with the other tragedy in Norway that was manipulated by The Tribe to let everyone know who’s in charge. Well now, who is in charge? That’s one question. Who is responsible? That is another. How is it all going to turn out and who is going to wind up hanging on the hooks as the cosmos fires up the judgment train (I got a lot of trains)? Those are other questions.

Is it any of my business what other people do? It might be, if it affects me and... I think that was what was going on, when they got together to write that Declaration of Independence. Another thing is that none of these constructs endure beyond the time it takes for the lessons to be learned; then new constructs and new lessons come, if you need them or want them, because something looks like something and you need to see if that is what it is. I guess we will see what it is, all at once, or for a little while, because the apocalypse makes that happen.

Are the apocalypses all the same according to names and terms? I don’t know. In a million years will this be around for terrestrial consideration? Well, you have Atlantis and Lemuria and what you know about them. MS Word doesn’t even recognize Lemuria.

For myself, it comes down to not being the kind of person who makes my fortune off of the backs of others without their consent; cosmically no one gets where they are going on their own. They had help in both directions. I would say that there never was a time when so much help was available and when it wasn’t more important for you personally and you should take advantage of it. I would also say that this continues to happen and it always will because that is what happens on the road. It is up to each of us what we think awaits and is possible. You will get out of it what you put into it and everyone has a different idea of what that ought to be so... good fortune, my friends.

End Transmission.......

♫ Then You Let Go ♫

As we Come to The Changing Line.

2011-08-01T13:20:00.001+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Well now. It is something to see isn’t it? But I had a point in mind when I did it because I wanted to get it out of the way for myself ahead of time. I have certain gifts, I don’t think they are all that remarkable and I don’t actually possess them anyway because they belong to the true author and I wanted to demonstrate for the benefit of myself and everyone else what it is that happens when you get high in the interest of seeking higher things but sometimes, even often, you compromise your intent.

I am putting aside the use of all those comestibles I have used in my journey to get here. They have been a tremendous help and a source of great personal tragedy too. I think all of us do this to some degree because that is what the world imposes upon us and we want to be ‘with it’ and we want to discover things and for me that time of discovery is over and no longer necessary.

I did my radio show last night about nothing at all and talked about nothing at all because that is what we get up to so much of the time in our frolic of purpose and pursuit. I did it also because of confusion about an incident a month or so ago and confusion about life anyway. A lot of what we get from the world is garbage and we are the world and we have our own garbage and I delivered some of mine in the radio show. I said nothing we didn’t already know and I took fifteen minutes of your time to ramble and give you garbage so you could see that.

Sometimes we have something to say and sometimes we don’t and most of the time we talk about useless shit that means nothing to anyone because a lot of life is going through the motions. I was amused that Barbra Streisand was playing on the TV downstairs at the same time doing her lukewarm and meaningless back and forth’s and Johnny Winter was playing upstairs, thankfully, but you couldn’t hear either of them on the show from what I could tell.

I’m not going to be doing anything like that again but it needed to be done and I apologize for any disappointment that might have come to any of you because of my need to make a point. It will prove useful.

I will try to continue with what I am doing and there may be new media on the way soon as well but things are going to change now. Things are changing for me and for you and let us rise to meet these things and become the better part of what we can make from it.

Susanne and I have had the longest and most important conversations we have ever had recently and I could not be more pleased. We get along better than most people I think but the dynamics now are truly fine.

Everything is working better than it ever did and we have hope that it will continue. I think you will find that what we have been waiting on is now at the doorstep and we shall all do what we have to in that matter.

It’s going to be short and sweet today because I have nothing more to say and we shall see what the morrow brings. Life can be really amazing and over these recent months I have come to see how great the potential is in so many ways. Maybe most will not notice the difference from here on but some will and I surely will so be well and we shall meet again soon.

End Transmission.......

Be and Become what you Aspire To.

2011-07-28T17:53:00.005+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

“May your nose be in the fifth density when your body enters the fourth”.

I’ve been thinking about a few things over recent times. They have to do with the unique mathematics of The Mayans, aboriginal dreamtime, transmissions from star clusters, contemporary ayahuasca and Native American rituals. Despite occasional criticisms from those who have never taken accelerated inward journeys, I am convinced of the validity of such forays. I’ve mentioned, more times than I can recall, that in former times; in earlier times, it’s possible that such additives may not have been necessary. Then again, these experiences are a part of human history as far back as we have presently been recording, altering and fabricating it, in the interest of bankers and the Khazar psychopaths, who have profited from the distortions and... profited handsomely in the only coin they value. Their time is coming to an end.

It stands to reason that people have made internal quests with the assistance of the plant kingdom for this length of time because this length of time has all been Kali Yuga and is the warmest and dampest darkness, in which vile bacteria, masquerading as human, has breed and plundered at will.

I’m not going to talk about available comestibles and the employment of them. I don’t do that except in rare anecdotal moments, where I am providing some back story to things that I go through. What people may choose to engage in on their journey is not my affair. My affair and concern is the goal itself and certain mindsets that I believe also accelerate and validate ones progress and successes. That’s what I’m going to talk about today. I’m going to talk about the single most important practice and perspective that one can possess, in my opinion. This is inspired by my work on “Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World”, which I am finalizing at this time and which I have been writing about at the book’s end.

I get a lot of emails, of all kinds. One type of email that I get has to do with the slow progress and elements of confusion, desperation and despair that enters into the hearts and minds of the seekers in this time. The main problem that I notice, and the cause of the states of being just mentioned, appears to be due to reaching; trying to get somewhere so that something will finally exist or happen. It’s a Sisyphean endeavor. It’s one of the primary deceptions of the separated mind. It’s the idea that there is somewhere you have to arrive at when you are already there. It’s the recognition factor that’s missing. It’s the surrender and utter reliance factor that’s not being employed. Instead we have more of the ‘driven mechanics’ that I have spoken about and mentioned witnessing, as I travel through the illusionary world of desire fueled appearances.

This being and thing we call the divine, or refer to by any number of names, sexes and indefinable singularities, is a part of us. It’s not out there somewhere, apart from us in some kind of a distant heaven. It’s not separate from us. It’s not something other than us. It composes and animates everything and is (contradiction alert) also apart from us in a certain sense. Its power and presence make up everything and there is never a time in the cosmic order when there is more power manifest than there is in reserve. This is always the case. The material sun is the source of all physical life on Earth and symbolizes the internal spiritual sun that is the true source of everything, including the manifest sun, which obtains all its power and virtue from it. Those who have worshipped the material sun over the centuries are also afflicted with that same sense of separation, confusion, desperation and despair that I’ve alluded to. The true sun is within and that is the being we need to come into the presence of. We are already in that presence but our awareness of this is not activated. It’s the awareness of the indwelling that has to be ignited, as if it were a candle, or something lit that grants illumination in the darkness of the mind.

You become what you identify with. The key to unity is merging. If the mind defines itself as separated from something then the perception is of distance and separation. One would be greatly informed by reading the works of yogis and mystics, concerning their relationship to the divine. So long as you see yourself at a distance from the thing you seek then you are at a distance, at least in the way you understand it.

The idea is to go about all of your actions as if it were the divine who was engaged in them. When you eat, you eat as if it were the divine who was engaged in it. When you commit any action you carry it out as if the divine were doing it. The divine actually does everything since there is no power to act outside of the divine. Whatever you interact with, you interact with it as if it were the divine. You encapsulate the whole of your existence as if it were an interplay with and as the divine. This is how you overcome the sense of separation. You recognize that there is none.

If you are reading these words from outside that construct then the sensation is that their meaning is something apart from you. If the mind insists on continuing that perception then it will continue. We can only experience fully that which we fully embrace. Success (as stated in the Bhagavad-Gita) comes quickly for the energetic. This does not mean only operating at extreme capacity for union. It also means consistency and determination of purpose. Extreme capacity can only be maintained with consistency and determination.

As has been stated at other times, it may take trauma to bring us to a place of acceptance and understanding. Sometimes this is accomplished by weltzschmerz, or a loss of interest in all of the promises and attractions of the world. Sometimes it is accomplished by the growth of divine love, which possesses all of the attributes of the exercise within it. Sometimes it is accomplished through selfless service. There are a number of ways to come into the fullness of what is being discussed here. You have to find one of them. You have to go about your days as if you were already a resident of Heaven and already in possession of the company and qualities of the divine. Sooner or later it will become true in fact.

There is no other effort worthy of our time and interest. Everything else is a waste of time and we discover the truth of that sooner or later. There is a hunger within that can only be satisfied by the presence of the divine. It will trouble us until we have attained to it. People may deny the existence of this presence and they may war against the recognition of it but that is about as effective as shooting arrows at the sun. May you arrive sooner than later and awaken by the streamside at Cold Mountain and be warmed by the internal sun.

End Transmission.......

♫ Everlasting Love ♫

Am I from Outer Space?

2011-07-25T15:18:00.004+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

‘May your noses always be accompanied by a genuine smile beneath it’.

My dear friend and wonderful supporter, Ghana, asked me yesterday if maybe I was from another planet or had ever been taken up by aliens to another saucer pod in the sky. I thought I might address that on a certain level today. All of what I am going to say is true or something I convincingly believe. In some cases there were witnesses so... either we were all deluded or it happened. I suggest the latter.

I have an old friend named Douglas Hume. I met him when I was 21 years old. I was already friends with Bill Rodenberg, not a member of The Tribe (not that that matters for I do have such friends- grin). I had met Bill when I was 19 and he 16 and he has been my best friend, along with Bud (The Birdman) Clifton for the sum of my life so far. When I was in my early 30’s, Douglas called me up in Palm Springs one day and asked me if I wanted to go to Mexico with him. At the time I had recently discovered avocados and was really, really into them. A couple of years earlier, I was with a girlfriend, Judy, and we drove across the country to Santa Barbara to see some of her friends. This trip was noteworthy for two reasons, one of them has to do with avocadoes and the other had to do with an important appendage of mine.

I was in the bed of a camper shell with my girlfriend, receiving a certain generous service while going through The Rockies in Colorado, when a deer leaped in front of the truck and the driver hit it full on. It was a very big deer. Suffice to say that angels were looking over me that day, as a second ago I was in one location and the very next second as the deer hit the truck (or was it the other way around?), my girlfriend stopped what she was doing to ask me a question. I cannot remember what that was about (grin). We came to a very quick halt and were tossed like rag dolls. When that had passed we both started laughing simultaneously as we realized what might have been. That reminds me of another story and I hope I can still get back to what I am going to talk about.

Some years earlier, I was with another girlfriend named Joy. She was the daughter of a very wealthy man who owned the biggest music store in Bethesda MD. As a result of our relationship I had been hanging out with a lot of tony kids who went to private schools and lived the high life. Bill was also similar in background. His father had been one of the more powerful lawyers in D.C. Gore the elder, also a senator, lived next door. Anyway, I was on acid in the back of a Volkswagen bus, being driven back into D.C. with two guys who were quite drunk and had just passed me a Mason jar with rum and fruit juice in it. I was holding it in my hand when it dawned on me that we were going to have an accident. I just knew it. The guys weren’t driving badly and what happened was not their fault.

I turned to Joy and said, “we’re going to have a wreck but don’t worry, we’ll be okay”. She looked at me with a certain amount of alarm and said, “What”? At that very moment a little red sports car swept in front of us, while the car ahead of it hit the brakes for some reason. There was nowhere to go and no time to stop, so the driver hit his brakes and swerved toward the grass median. There were two lanes of traffic on the other side and it was fairly busy. We hit the curb and the van flipped. I put my arms around Joy and pulled her into me. The van rolled twice and landed on the roof and slid across the road and I saw, coming toward us and very close, a tractor trailer. I do believe it was a Peterbilt. In one of those incredible slow motion scenarios, where time stops and you are aware of everything, we slid just past the truck and into a gas station, where we hit the phone booth and took it out. There was Mason jar glass all over the inside of the van.

Joy and I didn’t have a mark on us and the guys in front were cuts and scratches of a minor degree. Joy was speechless and kept saying, “How did you know”? Well, the police came and Joy’s father came and he did not like me one bit. We went back to her house, where she kept saying, “He saved my life Dad”. This was probably not technically correct. Her father said, “He should have let you die”. He was a member of The Tribe, not that that makes any difference. He dropped me at a bus station once we’d had a little to eat, courtesy of Joy’s mother. Okay, enough of that. I’ve had a number of experiences like this, where nothing ever happened but some serious close calls.

So anyway, I had been in Santa Barbara for a couple of months. My girlfriend was the ex-wife of Manny Roth who owned The Café Wha and several other places in Greenwich Village. Dylan, Jimmie James and the Blue Flames (later to be known as Jimmie Hendrix) all played there. About half a mile from where we were living was the Calavo processing plant and every Friday they would put all the avocadoes that were two ripe to ship into dumpsters in the back of the plant. This amounted to hundreds of pounds usually. Every Friday, I would head over there with my Air Force duffel bag and then truck back on foot with 50 to 75 pounds of nicely ripened avocadoes. I would already have tomatoes, onions, garlic, Shoyu, lemons and spices. Then I would pull out this very large glass chafing dish and make up huge amounts of guacamole, which everyone would eat and that is about all I ate most of the time, so, when Douglas asked me if I wanted to go to Mexico and eat cheap avocadoes, naturally I said, “Yes”. We spent two or so months down there, taking trains all over and to Quintana Roo province in the Yucatan, Puerto Juarez, Isla Mujeres and like that. What we didn’t find were any cheap avocadoes. Generally they were consistently more than in the US; probably because we were gringos.

Anyway, once over the border outside of Ciudad Juarez, we got into an argument on the highway and split up. Douglas walked on ahead and very promptly got a ride in a Corvette all the way to Palm Springs. It took me 3 days to hitch it... heh heh. I’m guessing the argument must have been my fault. So Douglas is at my friend Richard Yerxa’s house, waiting for me. Richard owned Bookland, which, at the time, was the most successful bookstore of its size in the US. I got in during the early evening and Douglas and I took some acid and so did Richard. We didn’t want to hang out with Richard after a point, so we set off around town and first wound up in Tamarisk Park, where they used to film the music show, Groovy. We walked into the park and then, in some trees which were not far away, there came a terrifying sound, which was like some gigantic octopus banging trash can lids together. My first thought was, ‘we’re screwed’. Whatever this thing was, it was big and scary and malefic. You could feel that. Douglas said to me, “just turn around and walk away”. I didn’t think that was going to do any good but I did and... we walked out of the park and headed back toward the house. We wound up in the desert a half a kilometer into it and came upon a flying saucer. It was an inter-dimensional craft and it was holographic. It had windows all around the upper part and the door opened and these holographic beings came out.

They were about two feet tall and orange or pink and they were translucent. They started talking in this high pitched cadence of frequencies and I could understand them. I said, “Douglas, they want us to go with them”. Douglas replied, “Just turn around and walk away”. So I did, because of what had happened earlier. I still regret that. We walked by a church and were about to go in, we needed something like that, when a police cruiser pulled up with a young cop in it. He wanted to know what we were doing and I mentioned that he might be concerned that we meant mischief. He said that sometimes people do. While talking to him, because of the state of our consciousness, he turned into a little boy and then just went away. We went into the church and sat down and Douglas turned into a monk from several hundred years ago and a most surprising conversation took place.

Finally we got back to the house and a tense hour of so around Richard who was kind of demonic, which he can sometimes be but most of the time not. The next morning when Douglas and I walked out of the door there was a dead, white dove right on the doorstep. We looked at each other and one of us said, “I think it’s time for us to go” and we did.

Douglas is the younger brother of Brit Hume, the major Fox News commentator. Douglas is one of the most honest men I know and has a real reservoir of integrity. Should you ever cross his path in Markham, Virginia, where he lives, he will verify all of this tale and many others. I had several more flying saucer experiences and, except for one instance, there was always someone else around. Once I was dancing in the lobby of a Boston theater where Hot Tuna was playing and a voice boomed out into the room, “We are aware of you”. That was something else and I’ve heard things out of nowhere on a number of occasions. I have never been in a flying saucer but I have been told I will and I sometimes refer to myself as, Starfleet Commander Visible. Some people actually call me that (grin).

I don’t know what to make of my occasional extra-terrestrial experiences but there you have it. My kundalini awakening was no small thing. The effects lasted for almost 3 years at a very intense level. I think this experience is the cause of the things that happen to me. Most of the time, I was in a state of dynamic tension, so I became very strong and stayed that way for a time. I never wore a coat in the winter, just blue jeans, a denim shirt and a blue velvet vest and I was never cold. To catalogue the things that happened to me during that time and... more occasionally ever since, would take a couple of books. I’ve met people who were not from this planet in any way we would define it and I’ve never understood or gotten any explanation for any of it. Richard’s still around Palm Springs or Northern California, around Marin County. If you run into him he can tell you some tales. I haven’t seen him in years. I hope this clears it up for you Ghana, but I doubt it (grin). Now, what’s next?

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Jews from Outer Space This lead cut from my first album was introduced into evidence when I was on trial in Maui, HI., facing a mandatory 60 years in prison. When the DA couldn’t get the response he was looking for from Diane Mercer (a Miss Maui runner-up and pretty connected in certain ways), the DA then asked her, “Well, what about this “Herpes of the Mind”? It was at that moment that I knew I had won the case, even though no had ever won a case like this in the history of that state, under the conditions I won it under, or any other conditions. The jury erupted into laughter and that went on for several minutes. Occasionally through that day, a juror would just start laughing. You should have seen the DA’s face. I think he knew too.

Sorry that I didn’t get the radio show done for last night. The concert was so fantastic that when I got home the show was due to come on in 15 minutes. I will get that show done in the next day or two and put it up for download. I don’t know what to think of these radio shows. People seem to like them from what I hear but it has very few followers on its blog and I never get more than a few comments, sometimes none. Yet, from the downloads and from what the producer tells me there are thousands of people that hear it. It’s a mystery.

Fire and Rain and a Little Insane.

2011-07-21T13:34:00.004+02:00

As I have mentioned, July was supposed to be and proved to be a hard month for me, going back to parts of June when things happened that I never would have expected and now serve to have a profound effect on my projects, delaying the publication of my books and setting my teeth on edge (grin), concerning human relationships and my understanding of them. I won’t get into names or certain details because that serves no good purpose but I will do as I usually do and employ allegory and other literary devices.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

‘May your noses speak to you before you open your mouth’.

Over the years I have been engaged in many collaborative projects and I have come to see through direct experience how difficult it can be to make things happen in a group setting when one insists on being hands on. The result of this has been for me to be hands off, most of the time.

My initial position, when I have the authority to do so is to let everyone else operate from their agendas and intentions and then see what happens. I do this because I want to see what’s going to materialize in advance of wider and more dramatic efforts further down the road. I generally work alone for good reason because I can depend on myself to bring a ship into harbor without sabotage of either an intended or unintended kind. This means that some of my projects will not be as good or professional as they would be with the help of others, who are gifted in areas where I am not; my music recordings are a good example of this. I don’t have an engineer, arranger, a band or collaborator. There’s just me, hacking my way through the underbrush and not being any kind of a qualified landscaper or horticulturalist.

With my written work there’s less concern, since I’ve got a better feel for what I’m doing and a higher level of expertise, concerning construction and structure. Of course, I’m still limited in various ways, having left school in the tenth grade and being self taught the rest of the way. There’s no question that I would profit from the efforts of professionals as I go along but they’ve been slim and none for most of the way.

In the 90’s the owner of ESP Disk signed me with Sony/CBS in conjunction with a German distribution firm and destroyed the recordings my band and I had made, leaving me to sink like a stone when I was in every Tower Records outlet on the planet. In the early 2000’s Mandrake of Oxford published my first novel and left out the final edit, while misspelling the title of the book in 3 different places, on the cover and inside the book. It was a real disappointment for me to see, “The Dark Spendor on the spine of the book” when the title word was ‘splendor’. I was starting to think like that blues singer, “If it weren’t for bad luck I wouldn’t have no luck at all”.

I’ve got a lot of stories like this but I’ll spare you the bloodstains and autopsy photos. What amazes me is that I kept on going. All the jobs I took were simply to finance my creative efforts and that meant doing everything on the cheap and distributing my work for chump change or giving it away for free. Finally, I decided I wouldn’t do anything for money anymore and rely on the kindness of the universe to see that I got some amount of donations, without ever actually asking for any. I think the result of this has been to convince people that I am independently wealthy, instead of being as poor as a church mouse (grin).

I’ve always had a certain assurance and faith that the cosmos was taking care of me and would take care of me. The more I tossed any anxiety and concern into the wind, the more the cosmos worked on my behalf and I learned the meaning of the secret oasis of sustenance in the deserts of existence and the hidden places of Nature. However, it’s one thing for me to be convinced and another for others to share my belief and that has created problems in my passage as well. I’m not lazy and I try to make myself useful every day but Saturn is a hard taskmaster and he is prominent in my horoscope (which is a good thing really). You have to add in that I am an eclectic and eccentric character and likely to be disturbing and sometimes frightening to those who don’t get where I’m coming from or where I may be at in an particular moment. I take risks and have adventures that seem to put my life and my health in danger and it’s not easy to explain the reasoning for this to others. It’s not easy to get people to understand that I am acting on faith to push the dimensions of limitation just as far as I possibly can. Meanwhile, I’m in great shape and getting better by the day. The proof is in the pudding.

In a few days, I am supposed to be smooth sailing for some time to come and it is going to improve and improve and improve. Every source I have gotten input from says so and my invisible friends corroborate this. It appears that the more the forces and conditions of the world go into turmoil and confusion, the more my fortunes will improve; odd that.

People who expect quick returns would be better off playing the stock market than playing with me. I’m not a short term investment but productive over the long range and I suspect, profitable as well. These things take a finer and deeper faith in the long run and anyone lacking that should seek their profits at the racetrack or get into hedge funds.

I’m going to go back to limping along, as I have done so far, with the assistance and support of those still willing to be so engaged. I’ve got more material than I can even remember possessing and more is added by the day so, sooner or later the result of a lifetime of effort will see the light. This is true of all of us, we get out of life what we have put into it and have only ourselves to blame if we have been insufficient or displayed bad judgment.

I don’t do mass advertising and I don’t have deep pockets investors. I don’t glad-hand or engage with dubious sorts for the furtherance of my career. I don’t rely on schmoozing and uptown cocktail parties so I don’t owe any of those people anything and I don’t have to soften or compromise what I say in order to be a part of that world where elegant lies take precedence over obvious truth, in the small degree that I possess any. If what has been promised in the near time fails to materialize as quickly as it formerly seemed that it would, I rely on the divine to grant me the angels I need. I intend to rely on the divine for everything to the extent that I can do so and let the chips fall where they may. This may seem to be the harder and less predictable road to those who place their faith in how they work the marketplace but I know what kind of monkey business can come out of that and the only monkey I have any interest in is Hanuman.

Once again, I’ve been talking all around something for the purposes of discretion and propriety and that’s a good thing because there’s no telling what epiphanies and realizations may yet manifest out of what now appears to be a frozen engine. The divine works in mysterious ways and that means we often don’t understand what’s going on. My belief is that we will understand what we need to and be left out of the loop about what doesn’t concern us because it’s being accomplished by some other part of the spectrum.

I fully expect many things to be accomplished and realized soon enough and I’m content with leaving that in more capable hands, recognizing that everything is a test and sometimes we pass these tests when we don’t contend with the more intelligent and powerful forces in operation. It is one of the most difficult challenges for everyone to know when to let things take their course. We are not the helmsman, no matter what we think, nor do we know the extent of possible misfortune when we attempt to be the helmsman. I’m not going to concern myself with the operation of the Crockpot because a Crockpot takes care of it all internally and doesn’t require stirring and micromanagement. Once the top goes on it does what it was constructed to do. I’ve said all I have to say on the matter and now it’s time to post this and move on to the next thing, unless I decide to go and get a cup of tea in the interim.

End Transmission.......

Love is Bound (but not for long).

Sunglasses of Serendipity.

2011-07-15T15:15:00.010+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

‘May your noses always be cold and wet’.

It’s not the best thing to wake up and be already tired. If you are tired then you might want to look out for the horse manure when you tip toe through the tulips; if you are in the habit of letting your horse run around under your windowsill, as you tip toe through the tulips for whatever reason. Maybe you are in Holland? Of course, if you live near a canal you can use a sea horse. Sometimes I would wish I could be one of those sea horses you get in the mail and you just add water and you can gallop through the tumbling waves as you ride the surf to shore over and over.

But it is crimson clover as the blood and money run into mood indigo with this kind of thing. So now the tide is turning and deep mischief is going to come to light and all sorts of strange appearances are going to be doing a thing or two. The star ship of our consciousness is hovering over the wide expanding deck of our collective destinies. We are going to see some things soon in this lifetime. The psychedelic revolution opened the eyes of the world to its possibilities. Dreams are born from those dying and returning to the answer of what they had not accomplished. Anger and rage and knowledge of things hidden is coming too. All of this is coming for display on your tomorrow.

People talk about truth and some might seek to find it; some few, in these times the truth is just going to appear. You won’t have to look for it. Of course you can turn away and many do. It is always the many that do the many things that make the truly horrific crimes possible. We all help when our allegiance sways into the chiaroscuro. In these times, the truth is just going to show up, that’s how it goes in an apocalypse. Everything is moving to and fro.

Truth is like a tsunami. The water recedes from the beach to reveal what has been concealed and then comes the response, thundering onto the shore and tearing away the edifices that harbored the commission of the crime. Earthquakes operate in a similar fashion. You can think of some gigantic lady rolling over in her bed in response to some kind of pestering annoyance.

Since everything is mind and made out of mind stuff; if you want to look at it from that perspective, our world is a reflection of our occupation in the sum total; been and gone; one reason to revere or curse your ancestors, as it turns out they happen to be many of you in a returned form. Maybe blessing yourself ahead and behind is not such a bad idea (grin). Philip Jose Farmer wrote a fantastic series called Riverworld and fans of C.S, Lewis and Tolkien would run amiss if they missed it. There are few things I enjoy so much as a good read. When I was a child in France, I used to sit in fruit trees and read books, when I could. There were classics like Tom Sawyer and Rudyard Kipling moving in my world inside, otherwise my world was horrific on the outside. I had to escape the punishment of being an offspring of authoritarian military force and part of the changing dimension of a new becoming.

It was dark times with light through the cracks and it is still dark times but with more light running through more cracks; probably because there just that much more crack available, in every sense of the word. (Warning! Potential spew moment after the fact)

We hold these things invisible (grin) but we can make them so.

In times of awakening there are stretches and starts, it varies, but the fact is that after each new unveiling we are more aware than we were before. Subsequently, we are seeing more deeply and comprehending more comprehensibly. In other words, we are starting to get the picture. Some of us have a good piece of the picture but most of us do not, that is coming more into the picture; if you catch my drift. The net of rising awareness is expanding out to the most outness regions of out. Everything is being lifted up, whether it likes it or not (otherwise it gets the hose. Bark, bark.). In many cases this may just an annoyance (if you are a mountain or a valley) but the rest of us are going to start noticing things.

I mentioned that some sunglasses, among other things (not mentioned) had gone missing and returned. Yesterday, Susanne came in with a pair of expensive Hugo Boss (I have no idea who that is) sunglasses that she found laying in the park while walking the dogs. She left them the first time but came back a half an hour later and they were still laying there. So now I have them as interest on the sunglasses that I didn’t lose in the first place. I’ll go by the lost and found next week and we’ll see if the owner has a clue, otherwise I suppose I’m stuck with then. I will only keep them because there are no LED tracer lights spelling out Hugo Boss over the nose rim... heh, heh.

There is an interesting catch to the story. A couple of years ago, I bought very similar sunglasses at a flea market (knockoffs I guess) for ten dollars and I had several people come up to me and ask me where I got them because they liked them and I did too. They broke eventually, as knockoffs do but it’s the thought that counts and the check is in the mail.

Everyone is looking at the world through their own sunglasses and that accounts for perspective but something in the atmosphere is changing the lens factor across the board. Some people wear them to keep people out and some wear them to lure people in and some even use them as sunglasses; I’m not kidding. They really do. Anyway, ironically so, since it is summer, sunglasses aren’t going to make any difference anymore. A lot of what is happening is happening because of the sun. The sun is the authority in the sky. The Sun is also some kind of authority in the UK but that’s about to change, cause the sun is not going to shine in Rupert’s back door some day. Watch and see.

In any case, I’m off to the therme-bad for the day. I wished I could have taken my guests there this time around but it didn’t happen according to plan, as so many things tend not to do these days. Making plans is a scary proposition at the moment, cause the main plan is pressing its case. We’re just going to have to wait and see.

The thing that surprises me the most is that I don’t see as many people jumping off the ship of doom as I had expected. From my position on the opposite shore I can see through my high tech binoculars that the deck chairs are all taken. I see waving handkerchiefs and all kinds of action; cue Tom Wait’s “Foreign Affair”.

I’ll see you on the other end of the other end, or this end, depending on what end I wind up on. In the meantime, you have my good wishes and gratitude for presence.

Oh, I forgot my sunglasses

End Transmission........

Beware the Gobblegloom My Son.

2011-07-12T12:47:00.006+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I carried a pair of expensive sunglass lenses around for about 15 years in a paper container. Finally, last year, I had then put into some frames and I’ve been wearing them now and again. While returning from Italy I was unable to locate them at the hotel, which marks the halfway point in the journey. I searched the van in all the locations where I might have put them or where they might have fallen. I did this several times and then I said, “Well, it appears they are gone”. I just let them go and forgot about them. Today I went to drive Susanne and a friend up into the surrounding foothills so that they could walk back to the house with the dogs. I returned home and then realized I had forgotten to stop in town for something. When I got into the van after picking up the item, I looked at the floor and saw the glasses lying near the accelerator pedal. There’s no explanation for how this could have happened. That area was checked and so was every area that had any possible connection to it; through slippage or secretion, not that they had been secreted. Something is wrong with that sentence.

A few years ago, I had come back from a pub with some late night pub crawlers for continued conversation. Everyone in my house was out of town, except for Susanne’s mother who was fast asleep. I had taken these guests into the apartment below, where I had my office set up at the time and pretty soon they began to annoy me because they were drunk and getting rowdy. I had had enough and was right at the point of physically throwing one of them out of the door when the other fellow, seeing my intention and seeing that the other fellow wasn’t getting it; or didn’t think I was serious, which I was, ushered him out of the door. Shortly after, I could not locate my keys in order to get into the house upstairs so I had to wait for Susanne’s mother to get up in the morning and open the door. She was much more mobile then. The upstairs of the house had been locked through the whole visit by my unpleasant guests and I had not gone up there and could not go up there once my keys went missing. I suspected that they might have been taken by one of the guests and thrown into the yard or something. Weeks later I was sitting on a couch in the living room upstairs when something made me stick my hand back into the cushions and... what do you know? There were the keys. This wasn’t possible by any means of ordinary transfer and the sunglasses fit right into the same groove. You would have to have been a witness to my actions in that part of the van to understand what I’m saying.

I was told recently that July was a month I had to look out for. It was the only one that might give me trouble this year and that that would be the end of anything I might call trouble for the long foreseeable future. When I was in Italy working, I forgot all about the date and somehow thought I was still in June when I found out that it was July 4^th. I had been having recurrent unpleasant experiences and then I put together their inception with the timing and I’ve had to watch out since. It’s uncanny how some people can read certain divinatory mediums, just as it was uncanny to have that sort of individuals come into my life over the course of a certain period of time. There hadn’t been any of them for a long, long time before and then, “Shazzam! There they were.

We get our directions; all of us do, from one source or another. We might take direction from our senses or our self consciousness. We might get it from hunches or our intuition. It might come through dreams or from individuals that we seek out for advice but we get it from somewhere. Something sets our course of action and unless we are ignorant or obsessed with something, so that we rationalize all of our actions in order to accommodate it, we tend to rely on our sources for direction. I have my sources and so do you.

Most people are compromised by desire. They want things. They believe these things will bring them satisfaction and that might happen but no satisfaction lasts for very long. The most overrated thing in the world is an orgasm. The common mind associates orgasms with release and accomplishment. This accomplishment is supposed to provide satisfaction and a measure of peace. It seems that way but the peace doesn’t last because the direction the force takes moves into areas of increasing bondage to something that creates the opposite of what it promises. Guilt and loss attend it, except in certain cases. Something within us knows that we have lost something. Well, that was the object, right? We wanted to lose ourselves but the result has been to weaken and intensify at the same time. When lasting satisfaction doesn’t occur we seek ever more arcane forms of release, which have nothing to do with release in any cosmic sense.

The world feeds on our release and uses it to engage us in a continuing spiral, whose result is death, just like the petit morte that is the result of orgasm. We seek death is what it comes down to and that death has the creation of life as its purpose. The sexual force moves in only two directions; down and out or up and in. The world is a magnet for it and the higher realms are a magnet for it and the world is very, very powerful at the moment because this is an age of materialism at its sucking nadir, murderous best. Violence is a product of frustrated sexual desire. It’s the energy that is used to send men to war and to engage them in the other arenas of conflict such as the marketplace and the mating contest game. The vibrationary matrix of sexual fluids is a highway. Everything we do is a modification of this force and all of us are at some point in a relationship with it.

Prior to passage into a higher dimension of awareness there are all sorts of magical and inexplicable events. These are distractions meant to engage you at that level so that you don’t make passage into the realm which is your objective. Sooner or later you become prey for the Gobblegloom which is a devouring beast of despair. Despair is always the fruit of no exit circumstance or conditions where you cannot see the exit because you have lost sight of the goal. This is probably because you have identified and defined the goal and you can’t possibly know what that is because you aren’t there yet. It’s what we do. We name and identify things according to our desire and all desire is sexual; whether you are putting parts of yourself into someone else or pieces of food into your mouth. The world is full of people rerouting their essential drive into ancillary drives to pacify the drive or redefine the activity because of the fear and compromise which comes from acting on the primary impetus and all of this takes place because of a reluctance to send it up and in; to sublimate the beast until it has become modified enough to converse with the angel. That’s the actual goal of life, not endless ranks of progeny that make you feel like God, the same way all the other subordinate appendages, positions and possessions make you feel in relation to your environment. The divine is most certainly real and demands you as a lover but we cheat due to access and convenience and gain the mortal end of the equation. It’s much easier to touch what you can see than to yearn for what you cannot and that yearning must exceed all others.

Lately I’ve seen a relentless appearance of obstruction and the presence of dangerous inattention. Ergo, my attention is on high alert and it’s a good thing. I know why things have been disappearing and reappearing and what all the obstruction and danger potential is all about. I’m being made watchful and also more utterly reliant on something. July is a temporary thing and so it this part of the pathway. I could list quite a number of things that make no sense whatsoever and defy the laws of physics but it’s all about the interaction of the regenerated sexual force coming into contact with something at a new level. The events are unimportant, they’re just indicators. My dreams are turning into cinematic extravaganzas and I am often extraordinarily tired. Sometimes I feel trapped and I see the Gobblegloom licking his chops off camera.

I’m writing about this because the Gobblegloom is ubiquitous and many of us are feeling that hot breath on the neck which can very quickly turn into the cold embrace of despair. This is a state of passage, not a residence and those of you who are feeling some amount of this, need to see it as just as temporary as everything else. The Gobblegloom won’t eat you unless you invite it to. It’s one of the guardians of the gate and you can’t feel despair unless some part of the world has its hooks in you and it can only have its hooks in you at some point in relation to the primary desire; however you may be modifying it for the sake of appearances (grin).

The idea is that you have to let go and don’t worry about the Gobblegloom and his buddies. They can’t do much against that. Everything pressing down on you and all of the smoldering apprehensions sitting on the horizon line in front of you are nothing more than chimera. That you think them more real than that is the problem, one more trompe l’oeil, masquerading as your environment.

The mind is a machine and it generates images as well as operating like an airport. If you are concerned about the way you feel or the conditions you are in look at what is passing through your mind. That is where the action is taking place and where whatever you call reality is being generated/created by reacting to the world as if it were real and had any power at all. It doesn’t (glaring contradiction). It only seems like it does and the seeming is the problem, the same way that what you are attracted to seems to be attractive. It’s not. Once again, I’m talking all around something. It seems to be the only way.

End Transmission.......

Last night’s radio show should be available for download now at the usual place.

Song: It Always Breaks Your Heart

Lyrics

Weird and Strange and So it Goes.

2011-07-08T21:38:00.002+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting........

“May your noses always sense the presence of truth”.

Well now, I’m back a week early because the fellow babysitting the dogs had to go into the hospital because nearly all of his red blood cells have disappeared. We just walked into the house about an hour ago after a thousand mile trip and I’m either fried or bushed, depending on how you describe the state but I’ll write this as my way of saying I am back, even though it wasn’t what I wanted and provides me with a subject for what I’ll be talking about here, so, all things being some kind of equal, although I don’t understand any of it, let’s proceed.

I got to the house in Italy and Susanne and I worked from dawn to dusk for seven days and then decided we would have some recreational time and maybe do some things we might enjoy when we were informed that her friend had been taken to the hospital and realized that we had to come back; so it goes, so it goes. In the process of coming and going, I lost a couple of what might be called valuable items from the material plane and I just let it slide. They got lost in a way that doesn’t compute because they were right there and then they were not.

A morally corrupt astrologer, who might know what she’s talking about, told me that I would be having supernatural experiences the way other people have Cheerios for breakfast. Since all the other astrologers who appeared out of the woodwork; apparently because I was supposed to hear these things at this time, also corroborated this, even though one of them doesn’t even work by the usual western method, I assume it’s true and I assume it’s more true, since I’m looking at these things take place. I’m not going to itemize the weird and the strange since that will take too much time but weird and strange appear to be my new zip code.

In the process of going through weird and strange, weird and strange have spilled over into the moments and circumstances of those interacting with me and since these events are, ‘weird and strange’, no explanation can suffice concerning what people expect and what people get, which puts me in weird and strange, if you catch my drift. I’m okay with that; I’ve lived in weird and strange for most of my life. Most people don’t live in weird and strange and I’m just going to have to trust on my track record to act as an explanation that I can’t give because, well, because it’s weird and strange.

In the meantime, Susanne’s old boyfriend showed up to take care of the dogs and had enough hepatitis to turn him yellow but he seemed good to go. He’d been in the hospital off and on for several months because his heart wasn’t operating properly and no one seems to know what’s wrong with him, which is par for the course with allopathic medicine. I imagine it’s some kind of immune system failure and it’s unfortunate; certainly for him and certainly for Susanne who loves him very much. She’s visiting him at the hospital here right now. He was in Berlin, where it’s all state of the art and they were treating him, even though they don’t know what’s wrong with him.

I feel like everything is going to work out for everyone, even though I don’t know much of anything; I’ve got a wheelhouse filled with faith and the certitude that everything works out for everyone, even if it takes longer than most people want it to. The reason for that is a lack of cooperation on the part of the players in the cosmic drama, who don’t always see it as one. I’ve come to understand that everything that happens to everyone is related to their relationship with the cosmic author of all things and all that time involved, is the measurement of distance between the awareness of those affected and the presence of the one who is reaching and needs to be reached into.

It’s as clear as the wind through the trees to me, even though the wind doesn’t explain itself and one is left with the sound of the voices in the wind, that carries Nature’s answer to our questions, spoken and unspoken, because Nature is god’s trumpet, speaking in the tongues of the unconscious, as it rises into the plane of the self conscious, having been prompted by the author of all things. All of this should be clear as sunlight to everyone who knows what I’m talking about and as opaque as the mud of the material world, that blinds those engaged in it from the manifestor behind the manipulator of the appearances of the permutations of the one thing.

One tries to operate from one particular point of observation, which is constantly changing due to alterations made in the perceptual field of the perceiver; as well as alterations made to the perceiver, while attempting to translate circumstances that will make a different impression on every reader, depending on where the reader is standing, on the spiral staircase of existence and keeping in mind both the continuous movement of everyone concerned, while also keeping in mind the quickening at work in ‘this time’, in relation to all of us, depending on our degree of openness to it. Am I being too obscure? I hope not because this is as clear as it gets (grin).

I hadn’t anticipated writing anything for another week yet but here I am. I had hoped to spend this week putting the final touches on the next book; “Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World”. I’m going to do that and get it off to the publisher around this time next week but I’m also going to be writing for you, which is the only reason I engage in any of this because it wouldn’t make much point writing it for myself.

I look at what I do here- sometimes- and it’s a mixed bag for me. I don’t enjoy it and I don’t dislike doing it either. It just happens. My whole life has just been things happening and every time I try to have some kind of personal input into it, it nails me into one more condition of failure, in which my personal efforts are proven to be no more than woven moonbeams upon a sea of samskara. I used to mind this quite a bit and I suppose the whole point of what I am writing here is that I don’t mind anymore; like being called back the moment the necessary work was done in Italy and the loss of certain items, I just let it go and I suppose that is and has been the point of the whole exercise; for me to finally let go of my presumptions and ambitions and just look at every moment and every day as a situation in which I wait to see what’s going on and dance with it. I don’t know why it took me so long to catch on to what’s been happening to me for such a long time. I’m the guy who says that everything is under control and a whole lot of other things but then I operate like one more mask extended into the world, when I have no real connection to it, except for what it is I’m doing right now, or the various permutations of it.

A poet once said, “Teach me to care and not to care, teach me to stand still”. I don’t remember who that was at the moment but I get what he meant more than I ever have and all sorts of things are touching each other now, when they were just acting off of each other before. It’s as if whatever friends and enemies I’ve ever fantasized that I possessed, have suddenly found something authentic in one another in a powerful and inexpressible way that wasn’t possible before, because I wasn’t willing before, because, well, because, quite frankly, I just don’t know. It appears there are all kinds of, “I don’t know” and I was missing one of them, which had been operating- in its absence- as a reflexive, “maybe I do know” but I didn’t know about it, because it was hiding in the operation of the personality that I had been using as a transmission vehicle, without taking into consideration that it was not entirely transparent.

Supposedly, exactly on my coming birthday, certain possibilities will be at the highest potential they have ever been for me and this is being echoed by all of those who have been engaged in interpreting my chart, which comes to about 6 of them, give or take and I’ve known about this event which has been coming for a long time so, it’s not a surprise, though the event will surely be and it may or may not be precise but it’s inevitable. I’ve come to understand that nothing prevents it but us and that it becomes definite and immediate (cosmically speaking) the moment that nothing else has any more meaning or value. It’s a curious feature of our deluded humanity that we don’t get the glaring fact that everything is based on the one thing that is obscured by our misidentification of it with anything other than it. That’s all that keeps us hanging around and repeating ourselves. The moment we catch on, the sum of all of our desires are delivered to our doorstep, for the enjoyment of the principle, in the most complete and profound ways that we have never managed to experience, while we were someone other than the supreme enjoyer of everything. Would that I had the words to elaborate on this but that’s not possible and never will be.

I don’t want to confuse the issue with talk about astrologers and the implication of understanding what is meant by, ‘no man knows the hour of his coming” but then, it’s been here all the time anyway and I imagine that some extended period, filled with peals of laughter, follows upon the dawning of the simplest thing in the world. I think Ho Tail embodies that as much as anyone. Please forgive my poor attempt to make sense out of this, given that it exists beyond the bounds of reason and given that madness is a prerequisite. The one thing I’m sure of is that it all works out and that we are all more OK and blessed than we can imagine. The only thing blocking our full appreciation of that is us.

End transmission.......

Song: Then you let go (sincerely dedicated to every one of you)

Radio show this Sunday at the usual time and place.

To Know the End from the Beginning.

2011-06-19T12:50:00.006+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

‘May your noses always be cold and wet’.

Summer is arriving but here it is gray and cool but not unpleasant. My guests have taken off for Basel for the art fair. I’m not much into art fairs since there is very little art by my definition. Most of it looks like something done by a school kid; the sort of thing pretentious people make noises about with a glass of white wine in their hands as they discuss mood and meaning. They find meaning where I find none and it’s mostly about their idea of their own insights. They swell with self importance and pseudo-intellectualism and talk nonsense. Lucky for me that most of that happens around here in a foreign language but it would all be a foreign language to me.

They’re not all that different from the people who talk about politics, war and the economy. They don’t know what they’re talking about either and I’ve gotten to where I don’t pay much attention to them. I’m not capable of it anymore. My eyes glaze over and my mind turns to deeper issues that most people don’t think or talk about.

My guests bring a new dimension to my being while they are here. Usually I don’t have anyone to talk about these things with. Both of my guests are very bright and informed and we have some spirited discussions.

We were discussing the subject of 9/11 and the mechanisms by which it is closed out in most conversational circles. I was saying how in most instances, if you mention 9/11, it’s not long before people want to move on to other things and look at you as a disturbance and someone to be ignored and marginalized. People get in trouble for talking about 9/11. They get in trouble at work. They get in trouble in family and social situations. They don’t want to hear about it. It makes them uneasy and they don’t want to be associated with the topic because it draws negative and undesirable attention.

In this world, these days, people often go along to get along. They want conformity and they want an end to the troubled nature of the times. Somehow they think if they push aside all the reasons and meaning for the conditions of the day that things will just got back into order at some point and none of it will make any difference. They like business as usual. They like ordinary predictable things. Most people aren’t going to go into Nature and take magic mushrooms with you. They instinctively sense that this might change them and it might bring up things they don’t want to look at. They’re right. They’re wrong about the essence of it but they’re right in a general sense. It will change them and it will bring up things they imagine they don’t want to look at.

People should be changed and they should look at certain things. They don’t need magic mushrooms to do it but there is such a blanketing of darkness over people’s perceptions and the ability to perceive things in their real meaning that it’s not necessarily a bad idea because it catapults you into a plane of awareness where you can see into things and not just glance off of them.

People don’t address the deeper problems and questions of their being because; in a certain sense this is what they are. Since most people operate on the level of the personality, which they think composes what they are, they are composed of the problems and questions. That’s why they can’t find solutions because they are the problem. In most cases, in respect of the deeper issues, there are no solutions except for a change in the people confronting, or avoiding them. This is why life provides conditions and times of change because people won’t do it on their own. The Apocalypse is necessary because people have become blinded by desires, appetites and a collective ignorance; a shared unreality that doesn’t actually exist and neither do the people sharing it. They don’t essentially exist as what they think they are. That is a mask.

Today’s world is filled with belligerent drunks and mental defectives who have embraced a lie and lumber through its environs like sleepwalkers in a nightmare. The public servants are a cartoon. The religious leaders are hypocrites and self serving fools. The corporations and banks are bloodthirsty sharks in a community swimming pool. Mass insanity doesn’t look like what it is because there is no normal for comparison. Crazy just gets crazier and looks more ordinary because that’s how it is and that’s all you see. Some of us are aware of this but we’re not welcome in the general affairs of the nutters who think that we are crazy. We’re not.

The cultures and the various societies that compose them have entered a terminal phase. It’s not a self correcting mechanism. Cosmic forces must be employed to readjust the conditions of life and they come around like clockwork because the state of the cultures and societies go off the rails like clockwork. It’s all a teaching environment and doesn’t make much sense unless reincarnation is the fact I believe it to be.

It’s pointless from my perspective to talk about all of the things that are wrong because they are too numerous to get into and the problems are all systemic and can’t be solved by available means because the whole thing is wrong and has to die a programmed death along with all of the shallow dreams of the people who move about within it.

The icons of our times are banal, vacuous and lacking in inspiration. Their tawdry lives hang like dirty laundry that was supposed to be washed but they skipped some of the steps in the process. We’re a joke and it’s not funny. It probably is meaningless because few people get the punch line and no one talks to them. They’re pariahs that remind people of things they don’t want to think about.

I believe in cosmic justice and all of the timeless verities that reside on some rarified plane and which precipitate downward at given intervals. I believe there’s a deeper meaning and import to life, regardless of whether anyone can see it. I believe in the greatness that resides as potential in the heart of humanity and I believe in other things as well. What I believe is no big deal in the scheme of perverted life. These things are an inconvenience to those who have sold their souls for material gain and the drive of self interest. I still have no idea why I am here and don’t even think about it too much. I believe in Love and Love believes in me because Love is conscious and resonates with what pertains to it and changes everything else.

In times of darkness, the man with a flashlight is king. You don’t negotiate the darkness with darkness. You negotiate it with a light. Darkness does not illuminate itself. Ignorance does not enlighten. Greed does not result in abundance because there are higher rules and appearances are deceiving. There’s no enjoyment in the finest foods and the finest things, if it tastes like sawdust and is composed of shit. The principal illusion of the prosperous and powerful is that they are better off and live in some unique and private world. They live in isolation, so that would be private. Their chief relish is that you think they are better off and they feed on that because they don’t have much else.

I don’t know how it sorts out. I don’t know what’s coming because everything is about lessons and teaching moments and that’s the primary intent of the cosmos, not all of the smoke and pageantry. Maybe we’re all doing our best but that is a terrible thought. The long range of the plans of the universe, cover too great a vastness of time for any individual consciousness to get a grasp on. In any case, there is only the moment and ever will be. Finding one’s harmonious accord with the moment is the main thing and that’s not relevant to the schemes and dreams of those who grant pariah status to everyone who has their best interests at heart.

I do know that it all works out; even if that means it doesn’t work out the way most people want it to. Most people don’t know what’s going on anyway and that’s probably why. Trauma and transformation are the generator of lasting and meaningful change in nations and individuals. That’s the operative status of our present residency. Make the most of what you have but first discover what it is that you possess.

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Song: I am Alive

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