https://www.lesvisible.com/blogs/visible-origami.atom Les Visible - The Dog Poet - Visible Origami 2017-06-03T04:29:00+01:00 Les Visible - The Dog Poet https://www.lesvisible.com/blogs/visible-origami/find-god-and-trouble-yourself-with-nothing-else 2017-06-03T04:29:00+01:00 2017-06-03T04:31:08+01:00 Find God and Trouble Yourself with Nothing Else. Les Visible
I try to understand what makes people what they are and what makes them do what they do.. I cannot be more sincere than what you have just read. I have put a great deal of attention into the motivations of others besides myself; given that I even understand my own and, I believe, to some degree, I do. I believe also, up to a certain point we are a mystery to ourselves and... that is how it should be because, once that mystery is unlocked, we are no longer anything like what we imagined ourselves to be. Much of what we think about ourselves

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I try to understand what makes people what they are and what makes them do what they do.. I cannot be more sincere than what you have just read. I have put a great deal of attention into the motivations of others besides myself; given that I even understand my own and, I believe, to some degree, I do. I believe also, up to a certain point we are a mystery to ourselves and... that is how it should be because, once that mystery is unlocked, we are no longer anything like what we imagined ourselves to be. Much of what we think about ourselves is imagined and no matter how finely tuned and precise our imagination may be, it falls short of that moment when we find ourselves face to face with God and acknowledge what that means. We cannot fail to acknowledge it when it happens but it would be pointless to try to explain the meaning of it. There are no words and never will be. It is the word itself. One in possession of it could unmake Heaven and Earth but that has never happened because only the most accomplished of evil among us can come close to that and that... that remains forever beyond their reach and ever shall.

I am a facile man, subtle when it suits the need but also a fool with a reckless edge that accounts for the part of being a fool. It is said that god takes care of drunks and fools. I only need the latter. There is a reason that god is fond of the two because a part of him bears portions of both by necessity to reflect his most ambitious project at their points of extremity. Bacchus and Dionysus are not accidents of metaphor or myth. They are quite real aspects of the all inclusive. Quite a few of us understand some portion of the ineffable. Some very few understand a bit more but the difference between those who understand little and those who understand the most is still a distance that cannot be measured. It is measureless, when measured against the aggregate ignorance of all of them since time began.

Find God. Trouble yourself with nothing else. Everything else is a waste of time and time is one of your most precious commodities, given how precious a human birth is and how very, very tragic the waste of such an opportunity is; I cannot tell you the value of that but I have some small idea of what it is. Take my recommendation, seek God with all your heart and soul and mind. Seek God in every act and thought and word. Yes... distractions will come aplenty. You will come to despise yourself for the weakness in you but you will never stop because the divine fever of the love of the almighty has taken root in you and you will prevail. Remember this through all the trials and torments that will come your way. That fever has taken root and you will not be forgotten even if you forget yourself. God is not like you nor I, until that blessed day when it become true. We might fail and we might forget but God does neither. Let that be your hope when it seems that all other hope has failed. Let that be your light when all the false lights have failed and when it is better to be blind than to be led by any of them.

God is all seeing in such a way that every sense he possesses can act as any other sense and he has a finer sense of each that sits atop the usual senses and above those, yet more extraordinary facilities that we cannot name because naming them in a way tends to define them and they cannot be defined, nor can those of an ever more refined nature and capacity that continue past the perception of anyone but God. Any one of us who have certain extraordinary gifts have them only because they have been bestowed for the purpose of demonstration or the withholding of all demonstrations. Try to figure it out and be sure to come to your wits end in the effort.

Some very dark things have come after me lately. They have come for my mind and my physical well being. I do not know what they mean. I don't know what the purpose of demonstration is. What I do know is that there is one. I know I have had certain levels of pain but that would seem to come with the territory. I imagine there is something I can do about that. The lack of any health insurance is certainly not a plus but I am working on that. I have so little it seems to me that I can be covered no matter what and I do have food and shelter and it looks like I will for the duration. I'm telling you these things only because at some point they may affect what I am able to do but I will keep at it for as long as I can. It's one of those terrible ironies of life that when you finally have just about everything you thought you might have wanted in order to do all the things you thought you wanted to do, you get to sit there and look at it and wonder what it is you are going to find out soon enough. Me... I just have to laugh. It's the way I'm made. I had so many turn arounds go down in the wrong direction, I got to where I didn't know what the direction was anymore. All I knew was I was supposed to keep going and I did and... so I have and... here I am.

God's got something up for me and it might be very good; the news might be good or it might be another kind of good; what I would call good but which I suppose most people fear but I do not. For some reason I'm not afraid of anything I can think of that I consider a possibility. I suppose there are things I might well fear but they are most unlikely, given my associates. We've all got associates and we got them based on who we are and what we are. This is where our real investments lie. They lie in whatever we considered most important to invest ourselves in and everything that is part of us, as a real part of us or as an extension by possession, these are all an investment. I made mine in blood and struggle and just about every kind of difficulty you can imagine and that is how I come to write about the things I write about in the ways I write about them. That is how everyone else comes to be employed or engaged in whatever that happens to be. My end has shown no profit at all on the level everyone else measures it all by, On the other hand, I am richer than anyone on Earth. It takes time for anything to come to fruition, be it a peach tree or a painting... or a life for that matter.

I look at my life and I think, sometimes, what the Hell did I go through all of this for? Then I think about the love that burbles up in my heart and I KNOW, it was worth it. When I go into a supermarket and I genuinely want to reach out and change someone's day, or pass someone in the street, or wind up in a restaurant talking to the owner who came from the same part of Italy I lived in and he brings his wife over and we have this wonderful talk and I find that he's been married about as long as I've been alive and his wife says nothing because I am sure she doesn't speak a word of English and he is telling me how he came to America with nothing and a few years later owned 6 pizza shops and now just this high end Italian joint that we walked into because we had to wait somewhere for an hour or so and he tells me he's had two strokes and cancer twice and a few other things and his wife just looks at him likes he's her whole life, which I am sure is true and I can see he probably won't last the year and I feel like smacking myself in the face for my poor concerns and probably imaginary uncertainties and he says, with a smile, “Hey... what are you going to do?” And I almost weep but not quite and maybe they will come by for dinner next week or not but it's okay cause I had that time with him, like I do with people every day because all that suffering and hardship taught me some things about people that I will never forget and that I thank the almighty God for every day for having made me see these things and be the way I am now.

I don't care what you may own or how much money you got in the bank or all the false friends that it allows you to rent for the time you need some kind of human reassurance in which there is not one drop of sincerity. I don't care how many important people you can get on the phone or who already knows your name when you get to the door and I can close my eyes and talk to someone more important than you will ever meet and have them talk back to me and I just think to myself, “ah what a folly is life.” I think to myself how easily and completely people deceive themselves and each other and never share anything meaningful the way some of us do every single day and just how powerful and real that is compared to all the tea in China and all the open legs that spread for whoever feels that paying for it somehow equates to true affection. I just have to laugh and I know that no matter what tribulation or momentary loss of any momentary thing I might have to endure, there are just some things that no one can take away from you and these things are very much like a passport that opens the door to worlds and solar systems that too few of us have ever even heard of. Search for God. Give it all the attention you can remember to put on it at every occasion you are lucky enough to be reminded to do so and I promise you not only a life worth having lived but a life that will never end nor be less wonderful and beautiful than it continues to become with every passing moment.


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Greetings and salutations my friends. We are now thousands of miles from where we were, in the land of mostly perpetual sunlight and triple digit temperatures but... it's dry heat and very easy to deal with. It's a new game board in this location and much more Trumpville than psychopathic liberal soul rot territory. It's a hard call as to which state of mind is more...

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Greetings and salutations my friends. We are now thousands of miles from where we were, in the land of mostly perpetual sunlight and triple digit temperatures but... it's dry heat and very easy to deal with. It's a new game board in this location and much more Trumpville than psychopathic liberal soul rot territory. It's a hard call as to which state of mind is more pernicious, given that the international banker control demons are seemingly running the show from both ends toward a non existent middle. It can be very hard on us to stay faithful, determined and filled with certitude at this time but... otherwise, despair is your roommate and not very good company.

We have received several emails in recent days from readers who are on the edge, concerning what they imagine themselves to be up against, given their interpretation of the experiences they are having. Herein lies the problem across the board. It is what we think is real and what we think is happening that is messing up our minds. I know this because I have been victimized by the same misconceptions for periods of time that... were occasionally disturbed by moments of clarity.

Various readers are really on edge, emotionally and mentally. Those who are not are up against material problems that seem to be coming out of nowhere. Everything comes out of nowhere or... in other words, everything seen, originates in the unseen. This means we can often control what seems to be going on around us by having a conscious relationship with that which is actually in control of everything that seems to be and occasionally is.

We make things much harder for ourselves than they have to be by thinking and thereby complicating circumstances through the process of misidentifying whatever. If what we think is what we are then, why bother thinking when our perspective is always limited given that it is personal? Is it not better to have the ineffable think through us? Seriously... if we, who know nothing, allow the one who knows everything to do our thinking for us then our interference in the divine process is at an end. All our troubles and all of our suffering originates out of the personal and becomes continuously subject to the vicissitudes of Karma. We are no more than a ping pong ball going back and forth, until the force of whatever Karma we carry has been exhausted across the long road of cause and effect. In the meantime we keep creating new Karma and it begins to look like there is no end to it. The circle constantly circles and whatever happens takes upon itself the aspect of our interpretations of it.

We do not have to keep going through what we are going through. Surrender is the key. Once you surrender to the ineffable and once you take it upon yourself to rely on the ineffable, the ineffable will surely find and implement the shortest way to liberation. It is effortless. It is we, ourselves who bring effort into the picture and make ourselves old and weary by dividing ourselves against ourselves.

I had an amusing experience recently. Some European that shows up at infrequent intervals, took me to task over my vaping. He summarily ignored everything that was being said, in order to focus upon his disdain for my stopping smoking and shifting to vaping. This could be compared to dismissing the important information on highway signs for the sake of texting someone, or... put another way, opting for the insubstantial and irrelevant over the substantial and relevant. I notice this form of behavior more and more as I seek to turn my attention more and more toward what is meaningful. The thing is that I have been no different than anyone else when it comes to being distracted by concerns that have no importance whatsoever. Where I differ from many is that I refuse to remain that way and eventually good things happen.

I bring this up to point out that I didn't start vaping during my broadcasts just because it can be amusing. I did it because of the remarkable health benefits I am getting from vaping and the hope that it might influence others who have been victimizing themselves through smoking cigarettes. It got to where I couldn't sing anymore. That is unacceptable. What I have been studiously avoiding and refusing to recognize is that I am aging, as are we all and therefore experiencing problems that never surfaced before. There are, quite simply, things you can no longer do when you are seventy years old that you could get away with when you were younger.

I am not promoting vaping. I don't know what the risks are. What I do know is that they do not approach the drawbacks that I run into from what I was doing before. The time has come to be sensible about my way of living. I never thought I would find myself saying this (grin) but... so it is.

I've been giving a lot of thought to what it is that I do and have come to the conclusion that I would much rather be informative than entertaining. I would much rather be simple than complex. I would much rather fully and completely live what I believe than exercise it inconsistently. Sometimes we think we are being honest with ourselves and we are not. It is a rare individual indeed who always hews to the line without exception. The excuses we make for ourselves are many and many of us get to the point where we are unaware that we are doing it. It's like living a double life. I observe glaring examples of this in the behavior of various new age practitioners who go about preaching certain points of view and then walking out of the lecture hall with a briefcase full of money. This is common practice these days, except when it results in a wire transfer rather than a briefcase. I don't know what these people tell themselves but I can imagine. It looks to me like someone talking about God, while at the same time presuming that God isn't actually watching or that God doesn't really care. What they don't seem to get is that the portion of God that does engage in every judgment concerning our actions is a part of ourselves. In the end we are shown the error of our ways in such a manner that it is revelatory and irrefutable and we wind up being the one passing judgment on ourselves.

Personally... I am experiencing the most remarkable states of being that I have ever known. There is a sweetness to life that has either been missing or I just never saw it. Now, each person I meet has my full attention. I recognize that it isn't important what I might say about myself. I'm of no importance at all, unless I am listening to the other person. I have no need to spill myself out on others but... everywhere I go, there are people with a desperate need to talk about themselves and if you can offer this invisible room, composed of mirrors that adapt to the better possibilities of every reflection then people can cleanse and liberate themselves without you ever needing to say a word. I am finding that this place is like a rapture. It is the missing dynamic in all of existence. If one can simply let themselves fade away they will become filled up with whomever is around and manifest the most remarkable possibilities in them. It is as if some magical mechanism comes into play that does whatever it is that is being done... all by itself. It's automatic and precise and perfect. It needs no assistance in what it does and completes itself absolutely when it is unhindered. It is always taking place in a potential sense but it is seldom ever taking place because it is so seldom unhindered.

It is so incredibly clear to me now and I find it impossible to explain it in anyway close to how it is. That's not terribly important because IT IS. It is. I've bumbled and stumbled over and around it for so long and it was right in front of me all the time. I couldn't see it because I was in the way. All I had to do was step out of the way and it precipitated into being. I remember now all of the different ways that I read about it in the words of masters. I remember nodding my head as I felt I understood it when I did not understand it and so I moved on into one or another of the myriad of predictable and cycling patterns that emerge, immediately following my glossing over it.

I remember how it would seem tedious or incomplete whenever I sought to perform some variant of self abdication... the attempt to push myself aside... the acting episodes when I performed what I had been given to understand was how you did it or got it done and I was right in that respect. I was right that this way what one needed to do but I was wrong in the sense of thinking it was something you did. You don't do it. It simply takes place and you're a witness to it.

I know I'm not saying anything new but what is new is the awareness I presently possess concerning the manner in which one comprehends it and the correct part of oneself that has anything to do with it. Somehow it comes to a point where everything is finally aligned as it has to be and before you even know it is happening it is happening and so familiar and easy that you are mystified as to why you never got it and the truth is that it can't happen until it is meant to happen. Prior to that, you bang your head against the wall, you try yoga and meditation, you pray and plead and weep and laugh, you run around in a state of progressive confusion, you stand awestruck in some brief flash of tranquility; just a taste, just enough to let you know what the most important thing in the world is before it disappears again and NOTHING you do matters or makes any difference in the process of ultimately arriving where you have been all along, lacking only the recognition, lacking only that particular awareness that lights up the darkened room that you thought was already lit.

Of course it is all important as parts of the means to an end that is measureless and only begins at that point and which has been going on all along but which for the most part has been invisible because no one sees it because everyone is standing in their own way of it. This has never been so crystalline like this for me and there's no way to talk about it as if it were something one could describe or explain because the description and explanation of it can only be found in the experience of it and there is no way to stand apart from it and... heh heh... it is something so wonderful that all the finest material possibilities that have ever been or shall be ...rolled all into one... every dream that has ever been dreamed and anything I might say and not say cannot even approach the very edge of the light of it, nor ever shall and the most. Everything else can only come to the edging skirts of the shadows that flee from it and the most beautiful truth of it is that we shall all of us come to that place when the time appointed for it arrives.

I'm guessing one should live in a state of constant, trembling expectation of it. It waits around the corner and it doesn't matter how great the distance before the corner turns into it. It will come. It cannot be otherwise and perhaps ones clumsy efforts after acquiring it have something to do with the speed by which it arrives and possibly one's indifference to it has something to do with it remaining out of reach. I can't say for certain and I don't know but... it is truly as wonderful as it is indescribable and we shall all be there, even as we are already there without knowing it. Like the good book says... “for now we see through a glass darkly...”

Some measure of this joy and bliss... may it come to you with all possible expediency.


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It is that time again. Every year it comes around, at a different time, which I do not remember always being the case but.. now it is. That means it is time to revisit the Easter Poem, “I Do Believe.”



It says what I think about Jesus Christ. I've been trying to think of something else to say but I can hardly think of anything that hasn't been said. I'll come up with something if I think about it long enough.

God is Love. Jesus Christ is the first emanation of the almighty God, so Jesus Christ is obviously the manifest expression of Love and everything done, everything accomplished by Jesus Christ, real or allegorically translated, from the unremembered real to the modern expression of it, is a real or translated statement of the eternally resonant Love of the ineffable for all life. The ineffable has a single primary extension and that is Love. Love is infinitely adaptable as the Emerald Tablet says, “And as all things are from One, by the mediation of One, so all things have their birth from this One Thing by adaptation.”

Every valuable truth that can be gleaned is present in that brief treatise, just as a complete primer for existence in both the manifest and the unmanifest is to be found in The Tao De Ching- The Way of Life, according to Lao Tzu. The Tao De Ching comes, allegedly from around 600 BC and The Emerald Tablet, allegedly from about 2400 years before that. I can't speak to any precision in the matter but I can say they precede the arrival and seeming departure of The Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ, master of contradiction who also said, “Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. It was followed, either or immediately thereafter by something like, “For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household.” That might be verbatim but I doubt that anything is (grin) and that is why I said, in the spirit of all sincere redundancy, “that might be verbatim.”

The point is that long before Christ came down on to this plane in that particular manifestation of The Sun, he'd been around many times before and that is why he said, allegedly, “Even before Abraham was I.” and “I am the Alpha and the Omega.” This is what 'the second coming' is all about. Jesus Christ comes and goes with regularity, as he was here as Krishna, as a turtle, a fish and all manner of allegorical presentations that may or may not have been literal. Everything and anything may or may not have been literal but it was in some fashion, one way or another.

None of what we have read, or been told, or have heard about one way or another is as important as the FACT that God is real and that “God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” That is the essential reason why the avatar returns at regular intervals and always at the time that humanity needs him the most. This is because humanity routinely goes astray for the same reasons usually, through a loss of The Way of Life or because its technological awareness outstrips its moral sense. Sometimes the whole scenario gets swallowed up in some kind of catastrophe because the movie is over and the stage hands and grips that came out and erected it have been called out to dismantle it and reconstruct it in a new way in a new location with the timer reset to Zero. So there are two outcomes in every critical case. In one case, it is possible salvation is the outcome and in another case it is the end of the drama and the hiatus point between 'that which has passed and that which is next, it's some kind of cosmic arithmetic.', or... so it just occurred to me to put it.

Many people go on and on about, “how can this world be so cruel and there be a God if God is so distant and not a part of this world.” It is so often unrecognized that God routinely appears here, suffers and dies and is resurrected as a statement that he is very much a part of this world and very present in it. People themselves behave as if there is no God here by refusing to act as if God were being expressed in their beings and their actions. I never really get this. If you want God present in this world then act like God is present in you or shut up.

Jesus, the Christ , did precisely that. He came here for the purpose of demonstration and everything he did and did not do was an expression of that. This is the important truth about Jesus the Christ and what needs to be understood about him. All the rest of what we think we know is like the truth hiding in plain sight and all we see are the manifestations of our ignorance that hide it from us. It is very much like the forest for the trees but the truth is neither. The truth is hidden by the forest and the trees and both the forest and the trees are a creation of the mind.

God is Love and if you want God in this world then let Love stream from your heart and God will be in this world. If you want something in this world then you must cultivate it in your being and be representative of it. This accounts for every positive and negative thing. There is only as much God and Love and anything in this world as you bring into it. Somewhere there is a great deal of any particular thing, be it Love and hate or interest or disinterest because somewhere there are those who are making these present and resident. There are two distinct fellowships in this world. One of them is dedicated to good and one to evil and they operate through their representatives in the world that we imagine ourselves to be in. Whether we are really here or not is a matter of debate. We seem to be here and after a fashion, this is enough for the great majority of us. It is not enough for me or some others.

It is is one thing to worship the Christ that was resident in Jesus, always keeping the truth of what Christ was/is apart from oneself, in the same way that the image of Buddha, or Ganesha is worshiped through icons and idols as representative of a power that is external to us but the only thing external to us is The Devil. Until we let that force reside within and express outwardly we have accomplished and possess nothing. All our churches and temples are things built in honor of our vanities. We are the church. We are the adytum. There is nothing more than this and everything else that is believed has only a relative value in the manifest world of the eternal, external temporary.

If you wish for the power of the Christ in your life then it must be 'in your life', at all times and in all places. Christ was and is an expression of what is potential and true in everyone of us. It is what is alive in us when everything else has been destroyed or diminished to the point that its influence is negligible in terms of any possible hindrance.

Easter is a celebration not specifically of Christ rising from a temporary death in which he visited several locations, including Hell, but also a celebration and reminder of the same force awakening and ascending in us should we be capable of it.. In The Way to the Kingdom it is spoken of those who are invited to the celebration of Easter in Spiritual Jerusalem, which you may be sure is not the same as physical Jerusalem and quite possibly the opposite of it. Those seeking control of manifest Jerusalem are seeking the possession of temporal power that is Satanic in its manifestation.

It should be pretty clear that most religions in times of material darkness are Satanic in their various forms. This is why people experience so little real success in their practices of them and why people can be such total shits while pretending to be spiritual. You see a great deal of this in many of the new age movements. This is why so many of them possess an insincerity just like the air kissing, faux affections that are so prevalent in Hollywood. One of these days we will all do lunch somewhere (grin).

If you want something to be real and vital, it must be part of you. It must be intrinsic to your nature. If it is some thing you keep hoping and wishing for that is outside of yourself, it will remain outside of yourself and you will have accomplished and acquired nothing. What is real does not exist outside of you. Everything outside of you is a projection. It is a shadow, like the shadows on the wall of Plato's Cave.

This Easter, which will be in a very short while now, celebrate that which is real in you and which is possible for you when what is unreal is no longer imagined to be a part of you. Today is Good Friday. I don't know why it is called Good Friday. I am trying to understand what it is that was good that happened in this day. Perhaps it is because of the sacrifice made ...and... that was good and the greatest gift that is given to us in respect of our flaws and our weaknesses. I am given to believe that without this there is no hope for us.

I believe there really is hope for us We must take advantage of it rather than remain in pursuit of useless things. May good fortune come upon you one and all.


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(let’s try to get sequentially back in order and do a segue into the Visible Origami that we intended to get written in the first place)

I am continuously reminded of the cyclic nature of all things. This includes those positive sweeps of experience that move into the negative and back into the positive, like some kind of clockwork but I have yet to see the clock. Sometimes the positive will continue for a longer period and the same is true of the negative. You can be assured that the pacing and changing have much to do with the state of mind of the person it is happening to. Many people think of themselves as having a positive outlook but, below the surface it is a swirl of negativity because of the perpetual telepathic invasions taking place in the general consciousness. Let’s think of our minds as something like the control panel in a vehicle. There are levers and buttons and a wheel to steer by. Sometimes one of these mediums are more relevant than others; consider the controls of a plane or helicopter versus a car… versus a saucer pod for that matter. The human mind has buttons that can be pushed and levers that can be lifted or pressed on. Wheels can be turned to the left and right and sometimes pulled forward, up or down or to either side. Much of it has to do with how the mind is understood by the one being manipulated from within or without. The senses register everything, even when the mind of the one whose senses are an extension of it is unaware of the influence. Everything around us is advertising its presence; the birds in the sky, the people passing by, the actual advertisements for shit you don’t need. It’s broadcasting all the time.

Within the mind of anyone, there are degrees of vulnerability for particular forces of expression; food, sex, objects and positions for desired acquisition. Every individual is striving for some combination of all of them, to a lesser or greater extent. For some, the forces are overwhelming. For others is is simply an annoyance that is decreased or amplified by the presence or absence of their fellows in whatever relative thrall may exist; such as being in a populous city or a forested region, where you are more or less alone …except for wildlife. Of course, there is wildlife in the cities as well …but of a different order (grin).

A wise soul is aware of these forces. Generally, most of us are unaware of them, as concerns the forces being directed at them intentionally. Even when they have some idea that this is taking place, they are cognitively disconnected from the reality of it. It is like being a confused and driven refugee on an unlit highway of night. How do you get to a moment, just a moment, really, where you can see with clarity what is being done to you? Of course you can strive and strive and- against all odds, arrive at that moment. You could take enough clear and pristine LSD or Ayahuasca and hover or tremble for long enough to get the panorama view. Trauma could take you there, as well as extended suffering. Truthfully. I have personally employed or been subjected to each of these more than once and none of them have given me an extended view but each of them have, at least, given me the solitary moment aforementioned. What has given me a continuing awareness and what has sustained me in maintaining it has been the one guiding and leading me. Let me say for the umpteenth time; you don’t get there on your own.

Some might think that my humility and relentless obeisance to what we have yet to put a real name or form to is just part of the actions of a very clever mind. If that were the case, you have to ask yourself, “what has he gotten out of it thus far?” What hopes for the future in a depraved landscape can he expect as his calculated reward? Right. Of course, I could be the performance artist of insider trading but… if that were the case, who is it that has informed me and by which of my acts do you know me? Further let me ask, again, what’s in it for me? Clearly I seek entrance into the gates of Heaven and it won’t be because of my interstellar behavior but… all the things I am ’empowered’ to say are the net result of my having put myself in the way of the one who knows all things with the understanding that I know nothing.

Of what use would Heaven be to me if I could not greet you at the door? There are any number of empty heavens that are populated by single souled amoeba types who believed that getting there was enough and it never occurred to them that there is no point to the affair unless you have laid the bricks upon which others may pass. Heaven is not a lonely place. Perhaps, given whatever interpretation you place on it, misery loving company, certain other places are not lonely either. I suggest that everyone who finds themselves in a crowd of dancing isolationists… good for a night and gone in the morning aficionados, look back on how they felt, all by themselves in a crowd and ponder the meaning of it. Heaven is sharing and everywhere else is about acquiring what you are certain to lose but only when whatever that is has really got its hooks into you.

I think that by this point in the essay, you are experiencing both the complexity of it and the simplicity of it at the same time. This really has to do with whether your heart or your mind are engaged in the experience of it, more so than the other. Heart or mind …or you take it in the behind. Yeah, there is Visible again, taking a perfectly prosaic, spiritual treatise and rolling it in the mud. Try to remember what you have been formed out of, for the sake of appearances and what you have done with it; be you gollem or hero of the realm. Think hard and honestly; “what have you done?” meaning… on your own and… what has been accomplished through you by that power you may or may not be aware of? We DO NOT get there on our own, period. How I know this is secondary to whether it is true and since it is true, it doesn’t matter how I know it.

What is your primary job? Stand guard at the gateway of your mind!!! Utilize the heart at the only endeavor it is most gifted to perform… Love… love and continue to love until every star twinkling in those heavens of night, shine only in support of your having done so. Leave the rest to the ineffable who does all the work, including whatever work we imagine we have done because the power to do anything comes only from the divine, period.

Pray that you will be guided. Do not pray that you will be rewarded or elevated. Pray that you can be an anonymous gem, shining in that glorious diadem, upon the brow of the everlasting god. Pray that you can spend all your days in selfless service and consider yourself the luckiest of souls that you may serve and serve and serve again, never counting the cost or how much you think you are owed. Pray that your prayers are answered for everyone you have sent a prayer forth in appeal for …and understand that prayers for yourself are the last to be answered so… pray for others, of course!

Do not fruitlessly pursue those temporary things that are of no real value to you. Hold that wide angle vision in your hearts and minds that you understand that sacrifice is the highest expression of love and that doing so is so much greater an expression of the love of the divine than that of reckless murder under the transparent cover of whatever form of jihad you have been programmed into being deceived by; be that crusade or otherwise. I’ve got no time for any of that but… ♫give yourself away, give yourself away, each and every day …and you will find yourself given back to you. Don’t give details any mind, you’ll be paid back in kind so…give yourself away♫ etc…

I know we spend a lot of time and fingerwork getting to our point, as if we had one and as if we ever do but… it is the best we have been able to come up with. One of the hardest realizations any of us come to is comprehending with blessed assurance that God loves us. We can’t seem to get our heads around it. We know all too well, be it admitted or not, that we fall short of the mark and cannot see how the pristine and inviolable ineffable would waste his time on us. Try to remember that the divine sees us as we truly are, as well as what we might come to be and not… not as that composite snapshot of whatever momentary space we see ourselves falling short in. God sees himself in us, not our own separated and disenfranchised self but our true self. Simply try to live up to this. You will fail, of course, over and over again and every mistake will register how close you came but… until the ineffable is the action figure in the whole affair, your own aim will never get you there. Yes… like that old song says, ♫Jesus loves me this I know and not because the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong, they are weak but he is strong ♫ Call it any name you wish. Worship in whatever manner is the best fit for you. But do it as if it were your full time job. Do it as if it was the supreme drive in you, as if it were greater than any other hunger you possess, or… whichever hunger possesses you. Do it like that and you cannot fail. You, literally… cannot fail. May the ineffable guide your way and protect you in any circumstance that might arise. This is all I have to say and which I will say for as long as there is breath in my body and beyond that as well. Much love my friends!!!


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This is not the blog for what is getting mentioned here in this moment ...but we tend to do what is in front of us. Let's think of it as a digression, prior to having anything to actually digress from. I went to whatreallyhappenedtoday. I haven't been there more than once since I walked away from being linked at that site on a regular basis. I don't think I ever went...

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This is not the blog for what is getting mentioned here in this moment ...but we tend to do what is in front of us. Let's think of it as a digression, prior to having anything to actually digress from. I went to whatreallyhappened today. I haven't been there more than once since I walked away from being linked at that site on a regular basis. I don't think I ever went into the real details of the reasons for my departure. They were several. More and more the format was changing into a kind of managed hysteria and the paranoia level had been moving incrementally up toward Defcon 4. The advertising was out of control with flashing gifs that began to look like every day was Christmas in Atheistan. The same had been true of Rense (talk about out of control advertising) and his site as well. I felt like I was on a shelf at Walmart and there was never any real news.

At the first site, it was a different variation of the same headline, repeated over and over and when you tried to read the article that was supposed to be there, it read like a Twitter feed. Some part of me had been waking up by degrees and where I had formerly been content to get a lot of traffic and not feel responsible for the graffiti that surrounded me, I was less and less able to tolerate the association. Meanwhile, every time I mentioned the ineffable, I was exposed to withering contempt.

One of the things that bothered me the most was the constant appeal for funds. I know what even one of those ads goes for because there was a time that I thought of advertising my books and I was stunned at the cost and I was supposed to be getting 'a deal' so... the profit that is coming in from these ads is a pretty tidy sum.

I don't know what it is that happens to all of these people. If you go to David Icke's site, or any of the other major alternative news feeds, it's like a supermarket for commercials and endless self promotion, with few exceptions and I continue to be linked at those sites. I don't get it. None of these people ever have enough money! I don't charge for a single ad on my sites. I don't even ask for gifts of product or even link exchanges and I don't have what falls out of these people's pockets. I'm NOT complaining. What I get in payment for what I do is both measureless and priceless. I could jump for joy most of the time. What disturbs me is how clueless these people can be while passing themselves off as someone who is tuned in to what's going on (cue Marvin Gaye). You can't be trusted to tell the truth if you are being paid by business interests, whose motivations are in direct opposition to the truth. Materialism is completely out of control and if you are an atheist, as the majority of these people are, you have nothing but darkness for inspiration

So... I went by there today and found that out of the entire site there were only around 4 contributors. One of them is the Twitter feed champion of the internet, one AlexMark from Investment Watch. As I scrolled down, the same few names repeated over and over and over, trumpeting the same headline again and again from one angle after another and there wasn't any news. I don't know what is happening to what was once known as alternative news but it has become an embarrassing sham and once again, the ineffable eased me out of it at the right time.

I don't want to complain about these people. I just want to go my way and do my job but it is disheartening, to say the least, that at every turn the good guys and the bad guys are indistinguishable from one another. They are all in it for the money and this much I know; when you are driven by self interest in pursuit of personal gain then you have no integrity or truth. All of the archetypes of the ineffable will depart from you and you will have no legitimacy, no authenticity and no spiritual currency. This is best exampled in making a selection of ten people who all state the same thing. One or two of these may ring in your consciousness like a bell and you will have the awareness that they are connected to the original source of the thought. The rest will sound like parrots or look like monkeys mimicking human behavior.

Very often the words spoken by Jesus the Christ, resonate in my mind; “father forgive them for they know not what they do.” I try to remember this. I try to remember that, “all have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” I try to remember that, “all of your righteousness is as filthy rags.” I try to remember, “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.” I try to remember that I am an imperfect expression of what is possible for me. I try to remember, “Let he who is without sin among you, cast the first stone.”

I know that I have no right to be going about pointing out the mote in the eyes of others while disregarding the beam in my own. How is it that I who never read the Bible much can remember so much scripture? I do recall a lot of it. It is because what is true and real imprints on the consciousness of the sincere seeker and what is not just fades away. The reason this happens is that some of us are committed at all costs to the truth because, in all honesty, we could not bear the shame of being a hypocrite and a duplicitous one who talks out of both sides of his mouth; who says one thing and does another. This is why I have been at pains not to conceal my shortcomings, or occasional use of chemical consciousness enhancers ...and why I have exposed myself on many occasions instead of trying to cover up my errors. I know that I will learn in time. I know that I will be transformed at the appointed hour should I, in my own flawed and screwed up way, continue to practice the presence of God. Sure... sometimes it hurts when what is said about me is not true and I feel helpless to make the effort to tell it as I remember it, knowing that it is my word against whomever. Sometimes you just have to let it go and move on, lick your wounds and know that time will possibly leave a scar as a reminder; a kind of roadmark for where you have been. It all adds up to what we are, what we have made of ourselves, what we have been made into under the invisible hand of the divine who has shaped us to his will.

Allah Akbar!!! God is great! It matters not what tradition you subscribe to. It matters not what form or shape the indescribable and incomprehensible takes in your mind. What matters is the quality of your heart. It is impossible to deceive God. It is impossible to coerce the divine or influence the divine except through the quality of your heart. As Bawa used to say, “God man, Man god.” He also used to say that “Man is God's bank and God is man's bank.”

I thank my fortunate stars that the pursuit of money and its family of twisted attractions does not possess me or obsess me. All these terrestrial goals that prey upon the hearts and minds of the deluded are like monsters that eventually take over their being and live their existence in that place once inhabited by the original resident. This sort of thing happens more often than you might think. Many people who enjoy wide celebrity in various areas of endeavor and enterprise are not who you think they are but are sometimes joyriders from inner and outer space. If you are not in command of yourself then something else is. It may be occasional and it may be all the time; not that you would know. The part of you that thinks, thinks it is its own self but it is a superimposition of another self that eats your food and spills your wine and laughs at the ignorance and stupidity that has hijacked all of the important parts of yourself, in exchange for a bowl of pottage. You have, in fact, sold yourself out for things you cannot even enjoy because that part of you capable of enjoyment has been left in the wake of destruction caused by the loss of everything of value.

The lower astral plane is filled with entities who are consumed by particular appetites and who are looking for avenues of physical expression. For those who have succumbed to the blandishments of this plane, while they are wandering about like wide eyed tourists, another kind of pickpocket is moving systematically among the bewildered and transfixed, looking for the way in so that they can kick you out. Spend enough time traveling around in the lower astral and it is a lot like not paying attention on Bourbon Street and finding yourself several blocks away from the revelers who recently surrounded you and you are now in extreme danger. There are places like this in every city in the country. You aren't swept up out of the sky and then deposited there. You could be led there. In fact, many are but... just as many set off for these places on their own, drawn there by the allure of the many dancing houris of fascination that are invariably mirrored in the lower astral plane, where the sleepless eyes in the darkness, driven by even greater hungers, wait upon a conveyance that they can claim for their own.

They lurk in the banks and boardrooms, just as much as they are to be found in the fleshpots. They wait in every place where the mind is made weak by proximity to the objects of desire. Unless one is free of the attraction for these things, one will surely be brought low by them as the record of events across the centuries gives ample proof of. Happiness, contentment, joy and peace, have nothing to do with one's station, one's possessions, one's appearance or any talents accrued to that point. These states of being are all dependent on how one views existence and the value accorded to every part of it. One can be in perpetual exaltation as a beggar and perpetually tormented as a captain of industry. This has been noted and commented on by many great minds. One of the most beautiful testimonies in favor of certitude is “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”

As familiar as we are with that phrase, it often goes unnoticed what lines came before them; Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.” Amen to that.

So... when people run around giving the impression that they are working for or... on the side of truth, yet they require an endless stream of cash to finance high end lifestyles and need to have continuous face time as the personality image of rectitude and integrity, but are for sale to anyone who will pay them enough to have face time right alongside them, it puzzles me. Are all their principles in accord with one another? Are their acts of charity (should there be any) broadcasted over loudspeakers (verily they have their reward)? Do you think the spirit of truth seeks out men like this to represent it? Is truth or any of the enduring qualities of the ineffable for sale? Is that even remotely possible???

In the ungovernable drive of insatiable appetite for acquisition, one gains nothing of value. One is surrounded by material excess and dines on disappointment every day. I still skip down the street, singing to myself and appearing mad to everyone I pass. Their grim and unsatisfied visage tells me all I need to know about what is really worth having and what masquerades as worth having and brings only suffering and loss as compensation for what continues to remain unseen.


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(There I was, rolling along in the next Smoking Mirrors when it dawned on me; I had forgotten Visible Origami was up next. Back to the drawing board.)

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(There I was, rolling along in the next Smoking Mirrors when it dawned on me; I had forgotten Visible Origami was up next. Back to the drawing board.)

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Attention, Facebook readers ...and any reader experiencing difficulty accessing the work at these sites. I had noticed in recent times that there was a change in the responses one would normally expect around here. I'd mentioned it a time or two but didn't hear much about it. We just got a heads-up from the intrepid BobRobert and we are passing that on to you. Zio-Thug and record setting tech thief, SchmuckerBerk; (Schmuck being yiddish for a fool and Berk being UK colloquial speak for the same) and company have put me on the 'don't watch' list so I am suggesting that everyone from Facebook who reads this work regular and everyone who comes in through any other portal, sign up to 'follow' each blog you have an interest in. Unfortunately, until the blogs went into a hyperspace that I no longer understand, you used to be able to follow me on Blogger but now I don't even see that anymore and if you go to the bottom of the posting you will see 'follow' links but those include Twitter- I am not a Twit- and Facebook- yikes!- but maybe that will work since they might not be canceling me there- ironically enough- probably 'the elf' will see this and have a solution in the comments section or even in the post here and it will all be solved. Since I expect this only to get worse, it is time for us to be proactive. There is also this https://feed.mikle.com/ maybe you know how to work it. I'm just letting you know.



Stand guard at the gateway of your mind. Think of your head as the saucer pod looking, top of the column, that is the air traffic controller command location. You could even think of the column as being your spinal column. Thoughts don't come flowing up the spinal column and information doesn't arrive at the air traffic control pod that way either. They come in, I'm guessing here, as radio transmissions and I would say that there is a marked similarity in the way that thoughts enter your head. You may think of the thoughts in your head as being very much like airplanes. You may think of the airplanes coming into an airport as being airplanes. That seems simple enough.

The job of an air traffic controller is to make sure that every plane lands without any of those planes making physical contact with another plane. That would be a most unfortunate occurrence. The thoughts in our head, for the majority of us, crash into each other on a regular basis, depending on mental weather conditions, often created and fanned by the emotions and which can result in poor visibility, high winds and atmosphere dangers that are very similar to those found in the ocean, like rip tides, undertows and the like. Add to that the seductive influences of lower astral centers of evil that broadcast into unprotected minds and lead the unwary and inattentive into places and events that no one would consider if they knew better, which... often enough, they do not.

One of the most critical jobs that we must be employed at is to... STAND GUARD AT THE GATEWAY OF THE MIND!!! We must take extreme care not to let any thoughts ...that we know are not the thoughts of the ineffable... enter into our minds. This does not mean no mundane thoughts, such as going to work, cleaning our homes, interacting with one another, shopping etc. However, each of these involve considerations and, for myself, I always think of the Ten Commandments and The Eight-Fold Path. Even simple and mundane activities can involve all sorts of dangers. What we are talking about are what is exampled in so much of what we hear about and read about in the news every day. Many of those involved in crimes of person and property did not become so involved until the wrong thoughts entered into their minds and they acted upon them. Often enough, these crimes are fueled by dark passions, which cloud our vision and compromise our reasoning faculties. In times of Materialism crime becomes rampant. Much of this has to do with even darker corruptions, which radiate outward into the public mind and then express themselves through the weakest link. There is only one mind and we can consider that what we call our minds is only a momentary personalization, expressing itself in the one mind.

Dark thoughts and influences are like that lion compared to the Prince of Darkness where it is said, “Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walks about, seeking whom he may devour:” If this force, be it singular or pedestrian, cannot penetrate into a particular personalization, it will move on until it finds someone more accessible. Therefore, stand guard at the gateway of your mind.

The objective of The Devil and those who are employed by him/it is the destruction of the soul. His employees are both those who are consciously engaged, like George Soros, Rupert Murdoch; the list is long and it also includes those who do the will of The Prince of Darkness, without being directly aware of it. Manly Palmer once did a treatise that was published in a pamphlet entitled, “Magic- White, Gray and Black.” I have not watched this video of the pamphlet (perhaps I should- grin) but as I remember it, Hall goes into some detail about White and Black Magic and then discusses Gray Magic which, if I remember correctly, involves the larger portion of the residents of this planet who are unconscious of the influences acting on them and who play the part of willing automatons and who are used as canon fodder of all kinds, being slain on battlefields in Banker constructed wars for profit, drawn into all manner of immoral activities and victimized by a society designed to serve the interests of those for whom the laws of that society are shaped to accommodate.

What happens in this world in the systematic and mechanical outworking of Karma is something that goes on through the ages and much of it is the result of the relative vulnerabilities of the minds of those blinded by the samskaras that stand between their vision and a clear seeing of what really is. They are in various stages of delusion and it is Karma that... through its arcane and mysterious workings, takes them through the fire of suffering, which burns away these samskaras. One can be proactively involved in this process through forms of personal restraint, the performance of spiritual practices, the bestowing of grace and other mediums or... one can fumble about from lifetime through lifetime over the very slow course of evolution; which would you prefer? You are not reading these words by accident. This is one of those rare times on this planet when Grace is available. It is available because of the density and proliferation of Materialism. It might well be and no doubt... is, hard to see the truth of this and that is also due to the suffocating blanket of Materialism. Regardless, angels hover unceasingly above and around us, waiting to see the gleam of aspiration rising from our hearts. Stand guard at the Gateway of the mind. Should you do this you will be at the central point of awareness watching awareness. You will be where you want to be before the villains of the day can hijack your consciousness into their prefabricated wilderness of WTF.

Let Love be consciously generated in your heart and if you need a template for the operation, think of anyone you truly Love and just transpose that to thoughts of the ineffable. Since the ineffable is Love, if you do this, a mysterious bellows will come into operation that will amplify whatever Love you possess and Love will manifest Love in an exponential permeation through every cell of your being. If you can manage this parallel of chewing gum and patting your head at the same time (grin), by also standing guard at the gateway of your mind, the two will come into a tandem relationship and you will be unshakably on the way to this;

“Death might appear to be the issue of life,
Since for every three out of ten being born
Three out of ten are dying.
Then why
Should another three out of ten continue breeding death?
By use of sheer madness to multiply.
But there is one out of ten, they say, so sure of life
That tiger and wild bull keep clear of his inland path.
Weapons turn from him on the battle-field,
No bull-horn could tell where to gore him,
No tiger-claw where to tear him,
No weapon where to enter him.
And why?
Because he has no death to die.”


As has been mentioned here a time or two before, back in the early days I used to ingest those pure and powerful psychedelics that were around at the time and nearly impossible to find anymore. A few years ago in Romania I had the opportunity to enjoy this but for decades now, it has been unavailable. The bad guys know the power in it and have shut it down so far as my ability to find it goes. I used to ingest that clean and wonderful water that was a combination of the tears and laughter of the divine and I would read this for hours. I did this many times and it was imprinted on my consciousness. I attribute having done this to being a major key in my present back and forth communications with the ineffable. I do not suggest that anyone attempt it in this manner; especially, as I have said, it is near impossible to find the true nectar these days. I believe that anyone who reads this with a sincere intent can still gain the same because true understanding is a gift of the almighty. It is not imperative that you read and study this specific tome. Pick any of the legitimate oracles and give it your full attention; stand guard at the gateway of the mind and hold Love for the ineffable in your heart and let the ineffable act as a bellows upon it. The more intensely you focus upon this objective, the more certain and sudden it will occur.

Books can be a wonderful guide but they only take you so far. The same can be said of ashrams and any of the enduring disciplines that have been employed by the unwavering few of us across the centuries. The same can be said for the teachers that appear at critical intervals in our lives and yet we hunger for more. Rare indeed are those among us who find a true Jnana Guru. Teachers come at every level and have teachers themselves. Depending on the degree of your capacity to surrender absolute and maintain the necessary consistency required, on that will depend the quality of the teacher who finds you. It doesn't work the other way around. Many of us believe that it is ourselves that is searching for God. Long before the divine awoke this urging within us, we were being tracked and noted and led along the way. It is already happening; simply accommodate yourself to cooperation in the process. Recognize that the ineffable is already active within you and await each moment as the moment already in progress. Embrace the timeless certitude of the indwelling self and it will begin to resonate with an ever increasing power. It will gradually and incrementally wash away the worlds of time from your heart. Have done with the foolishness of temporary appetites and momentary distractions whose only purpose is to confuse and entangle you, until death is compelled to set you free again... until... the cycle repeats. The human imagination cannot comprehend the lengths and numbers of lifetimes that turn on this carousel of tedious dreams.

We are called to a higher destiny and it would not be there for your aspiration and engagement were it not entirely possible for you. That you can imagine and visualize it is proof that you can accomplish it. It is not upon your own strength that you must rely. On that account, failure is certain. Rest on the one who has already achieved everything it is possible to achieve and who stands with open heart and hand outstretched to lead you through the gates of the Kingdom of God. Let your heart be filled with Love for the ineffable and stand guard at the gateway of the mind.


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I started out a day or so ago on a piece here and George Soros crept into the mix as he too often does and I couldn't finish it because I am tired of writing about this Satanically sculptured piece of shit so... here I am and rather more wanting to write about something else.

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I started out a day or so ago on a piece here and George Soros crept into the mix as he too often does and I couldn't finish it because I am tired of writing about this Satanically sculptured piece of shit so... here I am and rather more wanting to write about something else.

I know that many of you are troubled these days and handling it different ways. Of course the pressure is on from invisible locations. The pressure is also on from visible locations. It's human nature to be more aware of the one than the other but it is prudent to know that both are in operation. The evil that dwells in the land has an association with the evil that dwells invisibly, not only in places like the lower Astral Plane but in the hearts and minds of people and members of other kingdoms as well. The degree of the proliferation of evil is measured by the degree of materialism that is afoot. In other words; when our consciousness is more engaged in material pursuits, more evil is in a position to intrude. It will make a home for itself in those hearts and minds that have abandoned an integral awareness of brotherhood for selfish pursuit at the expense of one another.

It's been said that evil is relative and that is certainly true. Some number of things that are identified as evil are not evil at all and the same can be said for good ...and this is how we can become so evil while being surrounded by things that we collectively identify as good. When a society has gone off the rails in terms of rational moralities they will find themselves trapped in a place where they imagine themselves to be free and the more they exercise these questionable freedoms, the more enslaved they become. Eventually that society will fall apart, disintegrate and cease to be. You can always tell when that is on the precipice of occurrence because certain lifestyles begin to appear. People give up their principles for the sake of inclusion and are destroyed by this. They believe they are being generous and tolerant and understanding. They believe they have taken a high road and are expressing their better nature. What they have done is to nestle a serpent in their breast.

A good example of what is really right and wrong can be seen in times when a certain integrity remains in the hearts of the people. When their children engage in wrong behavior they correct them. When this integrity has been lost, the parents instruct their children in the performance of wrong behavior. Mothers and fathers raise their children under an umbrella of indulgence. They want their children to have the freedoms that they did not and perhaps to escape the stricter regimens that they experienced. It's been said that it takes one generation to build a fortune and the next one to manage it. The third generation wastes it away. I haven't gotten the words right but the idea is there.

In America today it is all about tolerance as well as the cultivation of weakness and a catering to dysfunction. Everyone is a winner but... everyone is not a winner unless you make the rules of competition so ridiculous and then hamstring the capable that is can seem to be so. As a result you get things like t-ball and the like. I'm waiting on the advent of foam croquet. As people become more deluded and weaker in all the important ways, blood spectacle comes on the rise. Now you have mixed martial arts competitions, where people beat the shit out of each other; steel cage matches and all of this is attended with epidemics of tattooed and pierced robots who tell themselves they are returning to the roots of primitive culture and all the timeless truth inherent in it. It doesn't work because they are not in the same kind of primitive culture and wouldn't survive if they were. They are like play actors, no different than Trekkies or Furries. They are caught up in delusions of what is real while never having experienced what was real to begin with. Karma... however, and even though it may be difficult to understand, somehow they got themselves into it. Getting out is another thing and the slow and torturous procedure may be one of the reasons why death and forgetfulness is a kind of blessing. Nevertheless, “success is speedy for the energetic.”

It is far better to scream at the ineffable and call the ineffable names than it is to be indifferent to the ineffable, or ignorant of the ineffable. Grace is such a powerful thing and you cannot put yourself in the way of it unless you get the attention of the ineffable and... I guarantee you if you do, sometimes you will scream and call the divine names. It comes with the territory.

If the way were easier and if it were more obvious, there would be many more travelers upon it but I know first hand that there are not. We are come into a time of strange and surprising events. In these days a great many of those new age impresarios are getting a taste of how far wrong they went. In these times, many religious leaders are learning that a lack of conviction in spirit is not made up by an exhaustive knowledge of scripture. There is a difference between real life and a movie, even though real life bears remarkable similarities to movies. However, the more you get extended away from essential truth, the more you reside in a fabric of woven lies that now obscure what is the way a rug does the floor it rests upon, remembering that the floor itself rests upon something and that rests upon the Earth and that rests also upon something which cannot be seen and which would not be in existence otherwise. If you do not find your way to that which everything else rests upon, not only will you not rest. If you fall out of favor you will be closed off. Still... you can mirror yourself, if it is yourself, through many an ancillary reflection (grin). You can find rest when you find yourself resting upon the eternal. Until then you will not find rest, or peace but... if it is Love that drives you, you will arrive.

I know that many of you are in pain and conflicted and as a result there are chemical compounds and spirits that are utilized to insulate and protect yourself from that naked vulnerability that is required to make peace with yourself. I have had a cabinet of elixirs attend me on my way and it has sometimes granted me the clarity to see and has sometimes rendered me blind and lost. True chemistry should not be undertaken without serious attention to study and controlled experimentation or you will find yourself in the hands of The Undertaker... under? and taker? I sometimes think of Tolkien, who was a philologist and how he saw language and its meanings. My curiosity in this area has given me a greater appreciation for his work than I might have had otherwise.

I would rather be drunk on God than drunk on wine and I would much rather be high on what is illegal than on what is legal cause I know why much of it is illegal and it has nothing to do with looking out for public welfare when so many toxic and poisonous and harmful substances are packaged and sold to you in frosty and not frosty glasses and bottles ...and pill containers by the many millions every day. Neither the legal or illegal will take you to the throne of the almighty for an enduring length of time. However, your risk and industry could well impress the ineffable enough for him to decide to do something about you.

Yes... people in multitudes don the costumes and mufti of their professions and they strive to gain the attention of the gods of their departments. They are upwardly mobile in the same way that someone tumbled in a huge wave suddenly doesn't know which direction to swim in. Being caught in a physical wave can be a time critical experience because of the need for air but... putting on a suit and walking into the marketplace differs from it only in the time involved... the result can well be the same.

My friends, as the invisible and the visible presses upon you, please do not let yourself be consumed by those things which you believe will insulate you but which are devouring you from within. There is nothing wrong with being consumed when you approve of and are improved by what consumes you. There is no shame in losing your way but... to persist in a direction that brings no true comfort or liberation is to be ever rounding the same corner into the same place again, while finding that it has deepened and lengthened and becoming populated with what you previously had not seen. Some pursuits only get worse. The truth is that you can climb out of even chronic conditions with the right ingredients. It's all alchemy after all. Just because there are so many bad alchemists does not mean the science is a disreputable one. The same applies to Astrology, Phrenology and other forms which include revelation and deception in abundance. It also includes sciences that are relatively unknown.

I hope that all of you will do some version of what I am always seeking to do and that is to take stock of myself and see what it is that I am about and whether I am helping or hurting myself.


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Greetings and salutations beloved readers! This morning, Visible swims in a sea of sweet repose. You get days like that, they come around like Spring, whispering in your ear. It kisses you on the cheek as it brushes by you, leaving a lingering smile in its passage; much like Lady Nature did when she came down my driveway toward me in Italy a few short years ago.

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Greetings and salutations beloved readers! This morning, Visible swims in a sea of sweet repose. You get days like that, they come around like Spring, whispering in your ear. It kisses you on the cheek as it brushes by you, leaving a lingering smile in its passage; much like Lady Nature did when she came down my driveway toward me in Italy a few short years ago. I will never forget that interlude, which lasted for a couple of hours but seemed to be an entire lifetime. She said she would be back soon and then events happened that required her attention and I have not seen her since but.. I will.

We come into life as if it were a total surprise. Childhood goes on longer than the rest of our life. If only we could remain there in that awareness but... with wisdom conferred. This should be the goal of every life, to accomplish a state of regenerated innocence. The result, more often than not, is senility and there is a reason for that. It is the result of materialism having usurped the spiritual quest. Make no mistake about it. We are on a spiritual journey, irrespective of whether we are aware of it or not. This material level is the battleground of a spiritual war, whether we are aware of it or not. Someone once said something like, “we are spiritual beings having a material experience.” I agree with that.

My friends... I have been coming here for a dozen plus years now. A veritable river of words has streamed by. I hope there has been some value in it. In all that time there has been one motive at work and it has not been my own, until I came into alignment with it. I didn't know what was happening until it kept happening long enough for the reality of it to find its way, through the barriers of my occasionally stubborn mind. Because of the hardships of my early life; most of my life actually, it took a long time for me to realize that God might really have me in mind for some sort of work, even though I have spent my entire life seeking to be employed by God and suffering enormously as a result. It's not your usual 9-5 activity with a paycheck at the end of the week.

It's ironic really, given how few are employed by the ineffable to begin with, how tough it is to meet the standards necessary to get a position and if you don't measure up, you wind up as an object lesson. God is willing to employ anyone who sincerely wants the job but you got to be up to it and there is no possibility that you will not be monitored in excruciating detail, because the almighty will be right there in your being, looking through your eyes, listening through your ears and performing his work through you, should you permit it.

When I started out in this business (grin) it was in the male room, then it went to the female room for a good period of time. After that it went impersonal for a bit and then that father/mentor/friend dynamic came into play and it remains there, except for my continuous appreciation of the feminine because without it I would not be able to do what I do. She is the muse and the inspiration of the affair.

Because of the nature of our times and the insufferable press of materialism, a lot of men and women are unable to balance their being or retain true perspective on the male female relationship within. It begins to express itself in a mundane fashion that reflects the force of materialism upon it, thereby becoming a sexual expression. Materialism is a perversion upon Nature. Nature in essence is both raw and pristine. She is infinitely pliable and can be shaped and misshapen in countless ways. The drive for the possession of material dreams, fashioned from uninformed desire, has taken the Queen of Heaven and turned her into a temporary Hell Bitch. This is as good an explanation of Kali as I can imagine. It has also turned some men into caricatures of her in all the least pleasant ways.

The twisted lens through which the Queen of Heaven is presented, reflects the distorted image of her in the human kind of the time. The magnetic power of materialism draws our essence, our strength outward into varieties of Onan dancing ...and regardless of whether there are others involved in the process, it is still masturbation, inflamed by a bent presentation of what is actually there. It's there but we don't see it. We see the fun-house mirror versions. I do not mean to disparage those who are caught up in the thrall of powerful forces. I can well understand how strong they can be and I believe there are those born to demonstrate in certain fashions for Karmic reasons and I cannot speak to the rightness or wrongness of any of it. I understand the historical verities. Look back in time to every great culture that has gone into decline and you will see very similar forms of acting out that take place. If you have read the works of Tacitus, You will see that we mirror Rome in so many ways. The problem, as always, is that our technological achievements and our material desires far outstrip our moral sense. We fail to see that the horse we are riding is more powerful than we are. Properly guided it will take us where we want to go but... if it gets out of control it will take us where we do not want to go. This is where so many of us find ourselves today. If it were not so sinister it would be hilarious. The picture and bullet notes say it all. ♫I lost my ass in San Francisco♫ Without a doubt, Kalifornia is going into the sea. I don't know when and I don't know how but it fits the plot line to a T. I do not wish to alarm those who live there and I don't think the whole of it is going down but something tells me that it is inevitable.

Life is a projection of the mind upon the screen of existence. It goes through cycles like the seasons. There are many myths that show the truth of this in allegorical fashion. It is very much like a dream as well and so it is very much like a movie in which you play your part. Play it well. ♫Give it your best shot, give it everything you've got, right now is the time to start, if you're willing and able. Hitch your wagon to a star.!You're a whole lot better than you think you are♫ Whoops, visible just digressed into a song. It happens.

This is not about saying what is right and wrong, in terms of the way anyone might choose to live their lives. I am in no position to judge, given what a mess I made of my own life on occasion but... it is not the mistakes we have made that define us, it is what we have done about the recognitions gained from experience. “All have sinned and come short of the glory of god.” I try to remind myself as often as I can that, “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.” Amen to that. Also, “Be careful not to practice your righteousness in front of others to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven. So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.” The Bible is filled with solid and provable wisdom. You really don't need any other book, though there are many other books that also will guide your way; “In my father's house are many mansions. If it were not true I would not have told you so.”

I believe that the true Bible is written in fire language upon the awakened human heart and that is the source of 'revelation.' I also believe that the second coming of Christ has occurred again and again, each time a soul awakens to the indwelling spirit of the living light within. I also believe that this will happen at some point that the spirit of Christ will simultaneously awaken in the hearts of everyone who has prepared a place and that time may well be soon. “I look unto the hills from whence cometh my help.” That used to hang on the wall of my bedroom when I was a kid. It means something more to me than the literal statement.

The ineffable has always been in my life. I just never saw it as clearly as all the suffering that has come and gone has made it possible for me to see. Seriously, I don't care how obstinate or ignorant you or anyone might be. If you don't give up. If you persist without regard for your security or sanity, you will find the one who will change you utterly. Even if you are persistent in the wrong way and for some inexplicable reason, the ineffable wants you, the ineffable will get you. As he did Saul of Tarsus and the man who wrote Amazing Grace. There have been countless examples of spiritual transformation and we will all be changed in this way at some point but that could take lifetimes upon lifetimes. Better to seek out the ineffable with all your strength now than to have to endure the long road of suffering ahead. I assure you of the truth and urgency of this.

That regenerated innocence awaits everyone who aspires to it and angels wait and watch for those they may assist in this work. It will come upon you all of a sudden like the calm that follows a storm. There will be a cleanness in the air, a freshness of being, that is the irrefutable evidence of it. It will come and it will remain and you will know with a certainty that god is present and everlastingly so. This might be the moment to leave it said and go.


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There will be a videoized radio broadcast this Sunday. Much love my dear friends!


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]]> (As a note of interest, one of the readers is asking for a video from me to prove that I have not been hijacked and locked up in The Cask of Amontillado for some mysterious aging process. As it turns out I had already arranged, in the week previous, with James Jancik, to start sending in the radio shows as a video since he had begun switching over to video collages of me while airing the broadcast. For reasons that escape me, it was presumed that because James did some sort of a montage of me recently that this was some kind of proof that I was being detained or recycled in an alternate dimension. How this is proof of anything escapes me. I should point out though that I never saw whatever it was and often don't because I am too busy at something or other and often space it out. Well... so far as I know, I am still here, tick tocking away at whatever it is that I do. I won't be 'here' for that much longer, since I am scheduled to be 'there' at some point in the near future; walking and reflecting on more ancient ground and hope to see some number of you then as well. You can ascertain if I am 'there', once I am no longer 'here' but since the whole of this endless spectacle, lurching from side to side, while drunk on pomp and ceremony, is an illusion anyway... well... what can I say? Surely at some point I will be less visible but that day has not arrived as yet. In the meantime, none of the powers of darkness are in a position to compromise or contain me since the powers of light are and will always be, stronger than that lesser realm).


Back in the beginning of the 13th Century; you probably know this period as the time of Robin Hood, England was and the world was, under the tyranny of kings, or one despot or another who were expressions of 'the strong man' archetype. Change, as the constant of manifest life, dictated that adjustments needed to be made and the nobles of that time called King John to the table and forced him to sign the Magna Carta. Much is made of this document but it was less than effective for years and only ever benefited the nobles. The commoner got what commoners usually get; raped plundered and pillaged and the legal (cough cough) right for the first of these enforced nonsenses (raped) was made customary through Droit de Seigneur. Many familiar with the term believe it stands for the right of kings, which it did but the correct translation was 'the right of the lord'; not THE LORD but whoever was pretending to be that life and death icon of the moment. This meant that the higher up could bed your beloved when they wished to but... often enough this would occur directly following the nuptials. It must have been a heady time for those who could do what they wanted with impunity.

Life went on and eventually the will of the king and the generally direct underlings, morphed into the rule of the banker and then into those public faces that operate at the pleasure of bankers; like corporations and falsely represented political systems. That's where we are today. Conditions have changed for the common man. Now his living conditions exceed the level of amenities once enjoyed by kings and nobles. Some things have not changed though and that is the plundering that occurs through draconian taxation and all those fees and hidden charges that render the common soul indentured. Today, many Chinese come into America with heavy debt laid on them by human traffickers and which can seldom be paid off in a single lifetime. Many of these are forced into prostitution. The common soul of other races are also forced into some kind of prostitution although it isn't defined as that. Some willingly embrace prostitution for the purpose of gain, such as the majority of those who work in the media. They eagerly lie for possession of the fecal coin, minted by bankers and then extended to the companies that pay these suited sluts. Controlling the money supply is the chief engine of control and I suppose, one way or another it always has been and that is why The Tribe has such a focused and single minded lust for it and why they used to be tossed from country after country, or else that country was enslaved or destroyed, which also happened now and again. Today, one of their members continues in the highest seat as they have done for so long. They were the architects of a Federal Reserve in the first place.

There were many things I did not know as I made my way from knowing all kinds of things, to knowing nothing to... gradually knowing a few things that I actually did know but which are 'always' subject to change, or as I like to say when I'm in some French bistro (in France) and which may never happen again, 'C'est toujour la meme chose,' which means it is always the same thing or the same story if you prefer. I also like to say, 'plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose,' which means; 'the more things change, the more they remain the same.' I lived around Paris as a young boy, eight to twelve years old and I loved it. Despite having to live with Hannibal Lecter, there were many wonderful moments and many things in the language prove that they used to generally 'get it'. Far too many don't get much of anything anymore.

It all comes down to cowardice and fear, although a case can be made for stupidity and arrogance as well. The greater the coward, the more they are susceptible to the manipulations of fear. Fear is one of the tormented children of delusion. It is the whipped consciousness under the fickle hand of appearances. It is not real any more than a shadow is. It just seems to be and- given time- it seems more and more to be real, until it replaces any sense of otherwise. A person devoid of fear is a dangerous person in the eyes of those who dispense fear, as if it were a routine medication and this is proven out to the extent that the deceivers will go to, to make it ubiquitous through their arts and crafts, their media of every kind and their manipulation of the symbols of material power, like currency. It is why they have taken control of all of these mediums of manipulated meaning.

Today, as is often the case in the irony infused existence of commoner Visible, he is watching the Russel Crowe version of Robin Hood, which just showed up for showing, as is quite common for commoner Visible. We just went past that point where he gives his speech about the hope for a Magna Carta kind of legal equality law for all men; like that had anything to do with it because it did not. It was never intended for the commoner, nor is that the case today. It is simply one more pack of lies designed to sell you something that doesn't exist but... they assure you it does. All you have to do is give up your freedom to get it and that is not such a bad deal, when you have no freedom to begin with, except the freedom to submit or be destroyed and you can only be destroyed to the degree that you proffer to them the fear that they demand as fealty so... go ahead - bend over and wait


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As is usual in the work of Commoner Visible, most of the comments have been removed and the number of visits constantly reduced to an acceptable amount. It always amuses me when I set out to write about something and the film along side takes me on a similar ride. The point of this, I have come to understand, is that the ineffable is in total control of everything and, the less fear one harbors, the more clear this becomes.

This is a pompous, stupid and boring film and so is your life if you employ a similar awareness to those who whipped up this shit salad. Whoops! Maid Marion, after getting armored up and kicking butt seems to have gotten wounded and that is a great moment for Russell to look all grand and manly.

On to the seminal point, which neither this film or any other ever makes known, is that the undying luminous splendor of the ineffable seeps through, composes and surrounds everything, while still remaining apart in that absolute focus of concentration upon existence, which is what the ineffable does or we wouldn't be here. The message we seek to bring through the otherwise extraneous assemblage of color commentary here is that if you are going to fear anything, fear only that you might displease the divine. No one and nothing else counts whatsoever.

Seek the ineffable within and shine upon all of its expressions without. No other pursuit or employment of self has anywhere near the same importance; has anywhere near as powerful an effect over time and any other motivation or goal will only be amplified and assured of success by association with it. God is real and everlasting. Nothing else is real and everlasting. God is all powerful and benevolent beyond measure. Nothing else is all powerful and benevolent beyond measure. God is the living and eternal essence of your own being. Nothing else qualifies as this and every surrogate which usurps this relationship leads only to tears and crushing disappointment. God is the lifter of every burden and the instrument of forgiveness for every sin. God is the single ray of sunlight that penetrates into every cellar of despair. Nothing else is capable of this. The divine is an immeasurable reservoir of goodness and mercy, the possibility of salvation in every hopeless state, is the sine qua non of vehicles which lift us beyond every hopeless state. It is the primary indefatigable shepherd in search of the last reprobate. It is wonder beyond all wonder and the singular joy that reveals all others to be frauds. It is the shining icon of the last hope, following the nightmare revelation of one's wasted life, in the early hours of the dawn at the appointed time. It is the truth concealed in every childhood fable and nursery rhyme.

Conversely it is the hot breath of pending damnation on the back of the neck of George Soros, David Rockefeller and all that have placed themselves in the way of it. It is the end of the road that split at the place where you cannot remember it. It is primarily and supremely love in the expression of it. It is beyond all words and music that are sometimes in the pursuit. It is regenerated innocence and the fountain of youth. It's here right now and it will be there then, until then and now and the future too, pour into the well of the eternal present that is the ultimate totality of you.

Seek Love and express Love and everything else will arrange itself as it should. There is nothing more that one needs to know or do. This is as good a place as any to finish this piece and so... until we meet again, adieu.


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Ah... how I wish for brighter and more beautiful days. The enemy is in serious turbo mode, both in my own life and in the world around me. I was explaining to a friend the other day about how the enemy knows who we are and what we are about and what our level of threat is to the infernal industries. The enemy has many minions, who travel about through the lower astral...

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Ah... how I wish for brighter and more beautiful days. The enemy is in serious turbo mode, both in my own life and in the world around me. I was explaining to a friend the other day about how the enemy knows who we are and what we are about and what our level of threat is to the infernal industries. The enemy has many minions, who travel about through the lower astral and each and every one of us emits a certain strength and quality of light. It it to this that they are attracted and by the components of the light that we emit they can tell if we represent anything significant that might concern them in their concerted press to plunge the manifest world into darkness.

For whatever the reason, Donald Trump and that portion of the world that is Christian and moral and honest and decent, who voted for Trump ...because of what he said and promised to do and... given that Hillary Clinton and her agenda is anti-life and anti-human, they voted for Trump because the alternative was bleak and dangerous indeed. Now, the world wide witches and assorted other dark occult orders are getting together to put a binding spell on Trump. You'd be a fool to imagine that something of this kind is not potentially destructive. However, the real question is who is behind Trump and what he represents and... are they qualified and empowered enough to counter this effort?

It is clear at this juncture that a certain portion of the (manipulated) world is aggressively opposed to Donald Trump and the hopes and fears of mostly normal citizens who stand in the way of their pandemic perversity. If one looks at the opposition, it is composed of various groups who have had their way for too long to go gentle into the dark night, toward which they are assuredly bound. As time passes, we see, more and more the tyranny of the hysterical few over the sane and sober majority. None of these screeching loons are oppressed. They are catered too with the slavish and simpering genuflections of compromised bureaucrats who long ago surrendered their honor and dignity to the venal appetite of their consuming self interest.

It is clear at this point that the very powerful, or seemingly powerful, international Satanic order is intent on doing away with Donald Trump, or rendering him hamstrung and impotent, so that he can accomplish nothing. Unless he becomes very proactive he is doomed. Unfortunately, many of those in his party and who are supporters in the lip service industry, are compromised by actions they took in former times where they became tangled up in honey traps, orchestrated by intelligence services, who sought to have them rendered compliant in all things that served the interests of these intelligence services. No doubt among these are the architects of 9/11 and other false flag operations, going back to the assassination of President Kennedy and many another death on the way to this moment.

If it were not for Mr. Apocalypse and the various hierarchies of angels, working in concert with him, I would have little hope this hour. Most likely I would be looking for some location far from it all, where I might manage a subsistence existence, while I awaited the aftermath of the chaos to come but... even in this time of relentless opposition and wall to wall lies, hope brims in my heart because I know I am not alone. I know the power and force of God remain undiminished. The whole environment of deception is designed to give the APPEARANCE that there is no God and that all previous concepts of morality are no longer relevant and might never have been. We now have new and improved morality where whatever might have formerly been the norm is now undesirable and frowned upon; the future has become a 350 pound transvestite with a beard, on a hover-board, who works as a corrections officer.

It is fascinating to watch the forms of language used by the ones who are engaged in shaping the public awareness. This lovely piece of repoortaaaage swirls around the toilet bowl, like a surfer in a whirlpool. She's got her eyes closed and her nostrils pinched shut because she doesn't like what she sees or the way it smells. She can't go back. Her board isn't motorized and she doesn't have a rudder. Possibly due to the strength of the drugs in her system, she has convinced herself that the noxious atmosphere through which she is passing is only temporary and that somewhere near or past the bottom, there awaits a paradise of human understanding and acceptance where all of us are seen equally and treated equally, especially the 350 pound tranny, with the Elvis sideburns on the hoverboard. Yes... Julie Compton really brings it to the NBC table of socio-sexual parity. I typed in 'Julie Compton, politically correct moron' but didn't get anything.

I know that if they recognized that there is an ineffable being out of whose substance we each are formed that that being would be black and male from the waist down and Ellen Degenerate from the waist up. There would be pink unicorns dancing in the air all around him with an Alanis Morissette soundtrack and you wouldn't want to get anywhere near it and that is the point of the affair.

In times of an apocalypse there is a breakdown in longstanding traditions. Religions crumble and reassemble. Political systems go haywire. Cultures melt and run like broken eggs into the street gutters. Music and art go dissonant and abstract. Individualism runs wild with a complete loss of individuality. Intelligence, reason and logic, which require courage in the application, break down and weep in the car parks and none of those so affected can make it to the stairwell or the elevators and into the safe space. I need a safe space!!!

It is not possible for nations and cultures to survive when they have come to the pass they are presently in. Madness rises in the corners of unattended minds. Once people have lost their grip on reality, delusion puts them in a wristlock and frogmarches them into a cul de sac of drooling and gibbering insanity. Here on the precipice of engineered chaos, the long fall, magnetizes the balance of the terrified. There is no salvation, except what comes through one pointed certitude or grace and it is my expectation that the predators will, in a breathtaking suddenness, find themselves lost at sea, unaware of who they are or what they had intended prior to the moment in which it occurred.

Possibly there will be catastrophes, both natural and humanly created. Pandemics and plagues may abound but... it is my sense that those who are engaged in the destruction of humanity will simply lose their minds. Their drives will be wiped by a burst of spiritual EMP and they will wander mindlessly along strange paths seen only by them. Like an echo that never dies, my mind is immediately brought back to that battle before the gates of Mordor, when the good guys were surrounded by the minions of darkness and on the verge of being overwhelmed and rendered into a historical footnote. In that moment of pending utter despair, Gollum tumbled with the ring, into the bubbling lava of Mount Doom and all of Sauron's attention was brought around to that moment of transforming destiny. His virtual head would have swiveled, had there been one and in that moment, all of his armies, lost their will and awareness and either fled or wandered off, in whatever direction they had last been headed in. It seems to me that it will be like that. It seems to me that it 'is like that'; 'e cosi' as the Italians would say.

Time is incremental. It is also a matter of perception and seems to pass at different speeds depending on where one is and who one is. There is an argument that there is no time. It is just an imaginary measuring stick. Primitive cultures experience it much differently than do we. Aboriginal Dream Time is such a phenomena. Then there are people like Emmanuel Kant who said to themselves, “Just how complex can I make this?” However you explain time to yourself, it is certainly affected by whether one is in an objective or subjective state of mind; whether one enters into these states as a result of intention, or whether they come and go by other means. This is all a prelude to saying that if one carefully observes the nature of each increment, as it is expressed in the actions and states of being of the players, one can observe the collective march of madness and see the evidence of the speed of increase as it gains velocity. Crazy is the new exponential. Sometimes crazy is going really fast in many directions at once; that is one of the attributes of crazy. You might find this confusing, depending on the level at which you understand physics ...but you probably won't be nearly as confused as those experiencing it.

All of this gives me hope. One of the most frustrating things is trying to figure out how we are going to be saved when we are faced with so many terrifying experiences. It surely looks like an unfortunate number of us are lost at sea and the clouds on the horizon do not look promising, “red sun at dawning, sailors take warning, red sun at night, sailors delight.”

Our problem seems to be where we are getting our information from and how involved in the process of analyzing it we are (great sentence structure, visible). Whatever is being spoon fed to us has been processed accordingly, prior to ingestion. I'm not making a whole lot of sense here at the roundup. The thing is that you can't lay it all out in fait accompli fashion. It requires the insight of another to achieve clarity by diligence of concentration and focus. Without that, it either gets swallowed whole or passed by due to being unrecognizable... or is rendered indigestible. Information is like food, once you swallow it it becomes involved in being a part of you; truth in, truth out. Garbage in and garbage out.

I refuse to look at those threatening skies and see conditions beyond my capacity to survive them or to influence them. It's either in my hands (not) or it is in the hands of the one who is producing and directing it for the purpose of demonstration. An act of faith is required. I surrender my fate, my ambitions and dreams and whatever else there is of me, into the hands of the ineffable to do with them as he wills. I've already managed to screw it up on my own. It's time for another hand at the tiller, or at least a recognition that one has been there already for a long, long time.


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Lately I have been feeling the weight of the world around me. Because I go to many news sites, I, like anyone, absorb some amount of it and since most of the news that we encounter are fabricated lies, the intention of the news we encounter is to bring us down, depress us and generally make us unhappy, even though it might have nothing to do with us. If Trump was serious about wanting to succeed at what he is doing, there is one thing he has to do and which is more important than anything else. He has to break up the stranglehold of the Zionist Mafia on the media. Six of their companies own almost all of the information sites. Until he does this he is in no position to succeed at anything. The people who own these media conglomerates are Satanists. There is no better definition for what they are than that. They are cold blooded psychopaths who are engaged in enslaving and destroying humanity. They ARE the enemy, insofar as the enemy has manifest personas that carry out his nasty intents. Certainly all of the ills that plague us collectively are expressions of the Prince of Darkness, being channeled through formerly (if ever) human entities.

We have said over and over here that the primary defense that is in our power is to stand guard at the gateway of the mind. If I let certain things into my head, that's my fault but it is also my job to do this to some extent because I report on it. I analyze it and I seek to defuse its impact on the minds of those who come here, or to spin alternative possibilities, other than what is being forced upon us at every turn. Like any of you, I am learning as I go.

Like many of you, I forget the important things over and over. Memory is incredibly and profoundly important. So is spiritual discipline. If you don't meditate each day before you set out on your day, you enter into it at a distinct disadvantage. In meditation we can remind ourselves of what is important and we can recommit ourselves, over and over again to what our purpose is. And what is that? This is for each individual to determine for themselves. Although it might be the same thing in most instances, we will identify and define it differently. We're all different after all, regardless of however similar we might be in primary essence.

I want to indicate a couple of points of interest here before I move on to other things. One is to show that Donald Trump isn't going anywhere. The other is to highlight Israel Shamir. He's always been good and honest and brilliant. Now it seems he has gotten a promotion from the very same invisible hierarchy that we all work for; whether we know this or not. Oh... what the heck, let's expose some hypocrites and lying self interest junkies as well. Alright my friends, let's move on into whatever it is that we came here today to talk about.

We've been hiding out, staying under the radar, trying to know “when to hold them and when to fold them.” The days just went slipping by and I played my guitar and fooled around on the piano and thought about all those projects I am supposed to be completing and haven't done anything about. My friends and I are wrapping up our activities here in this geographical sector, as we prepare to relocate into a more ancient and timeless location, where we do not doubt but that all of those projects we were supposed to be engaged in, are suddenly going to pick up steam and go toodlin off toward the finish line somewhere down the pike. We'll be expecting to see some of you when we come into range in the next month or so; a certain doctor in Nevada, as well as a gifted artist, who last I heard, was living somewhere around Las Vegas and a whole lot of people in Texas. I look forward to it. There's going to be more space to move around in, more freedom, more joy in all the super abundance that we have seen and felt the glimmers of in recent times.

I must express to the large majority of you my great gratitude at your support over the years. You've given me both the fire and inspiration to carry on, despite all the efforts from the deep state to suppress our work and maroon us in the anonymous backwaters of that sun don't shine part of the internet. This is all going to change as Mr. Apocalypse comes more and more into view as the major player in this dance of duplicity and deception that he is here to frustrate, eliminate and expose. You and I have powerful friends in the invisible realm and they are coming forward now in a concerted unity to bring down this house of fecal cards and set fire to all the misshapen abortions of the stool sculpture deity who seeks to plunge us into darkness and despair.

Speaking of abortions, today Mr. Visible is watching a truly execrable piece of shit called “Patriot's Day.” This load of crap stars Mark Wahlberg, Kevin Bacon, John Goodman and a host of attending shit gollums who have stitched together a pastiche of false news, concealed under the medium of bad art and which is most assuredly financed by the seemingly very powerful Satanic Zionist sexual and political shapeshifters. It really is garbage. I am reminded of what Jesus the Christ said; “For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” This surely applies to Marky Mark Wahlberg. The reader is no doubt familiar with that bit of Upchuck brought into being by the CIA, who is all over Hollywood and which was funneled in the direction of the Porcelain Throne by Badda Bing Ben Affleck and called “Argo”. There was also something called, “Zero Dark Thirty.” There are a lot of fake news entertainment vehicles that the intelligence community Satanists are using, while accusing us who tell the truth, of spreading false news. They're working that Hegelian Dialectic into the ground, like a reverse burrowing Syphilis spirochete, seeking after the Gates of Hell for their own purposes and hoping to herd us in along with them. It's not going to happen.

We've had a hard road my friends. Surely my road has been like unto trying to climb Pike's Peak backwards in a pair of Louboutin shoes and from what I hear from a number of you, it's been difficult all around. I have been working overtime to lift my spirits out of the suffocating atmosphere of the Sorosian Death Ray. It has gotten to where the impact of direct Satanic aggression against life has become so consistent and relentless that it is hard for one to identify the experience, since it has been going on for so long without interruption that one forgets it has ever been different. Sometimes I wonder if it has. Certainly it has been spiraling out of the anal vortex of the Prince of Putrification at a sub Rosa frequency that when it went palpable it was almost as if it had always been so.

I've watched the twisted memes coming incrementally, limping along like Lurch, or Igor; “Massssster! Masssster!” It's been slithering like a sidewinder, tormented by anal fissures and warts that are the defining byproduct of strange sex gone horribly wrong. It's like it just came through the bathroom window yesterday, so completely has it arrived and everywhere, politicians and entertainers bend under the pernicious press of this mysterious power. How has it come to be of such a strength that it intimidates the most influential among us? It can only be that it is a manifestation of some Satanic Majesties request because out of a ragtag cabal of disparate geeks has emerged an army of darkness whose impact is far greater than their tiny numbers. Every group of comatose norms are assailed according to color, creed and particularization of swish.

It is hard my friends, so very hard to maintain our sanity and balance, our integrity of being, against the flatulent uproar of saccharine flavored sound cancers, railing against every cornerstone and post that holds our increasingly more fragile infrastructure together. The war against Trump has become a cartoon. You can't go to a news site now that doesn't have a dozen articles, slashing at the man with metaphorical box cutters. He has to break up the media and he has to know this. I can only presume that it is in the works as I write these words because NOTHING ELSE will do the trick. We are surrounded on all sides by ravening baboons who are flashing us with their shiny pink asses. Their sense of entitlement and impunity is remarkable.

I remember what Mr. Apocalypse said to me in Italy a few years ago; “Visible, I'm going to catch them with their pants down. I am going to appear in the midst of them and I am going to be so ingenious and I am going to expose them before the eyes of the world. Visible, you have no idea how ingenious I can be. Be confident Visible. Be of good cheer. Their day is coming and no matter how it might look at the moment. It won't be looking anything like that when I get done.”

I owe it to you to be strong and focused in these dark hours and you owe it to me to be the same. Though we are not together in the same room, we are together in the same mind. We possess a unified field of the heart's love because we have been up and down this road together for awhile and it has fused us together into a singularity of common interest. We are one in drive, desire and direction and though we cannot lean on one another in any immediate physical sense, we can lean on each other at that place within where our shared mission has defined us as brothers and sisters in the light of ineffable. Here nothing can challenge or assail us, unless we allow ourselves to be convinced by false appearances. The great angels of the divine are hovering in the ethers all around us. Every force of good is marshaling together and at the moment of the great one's command they will sweep forward and disintegrate these shadows as if they never were.

Though I am somewhat battered and beleaguered from the force of the lower astral armies that attack every good and loving soul, I am confident of the power and magnitude of the master and I know that nothing can prevail against the almighty. I know that many of you are battered and besieged as I, for you have told me so in emails and communications in recent times. We must feel honored that they consider us important enough to seek to intimidate and frighten us. That is actually good news (grin). When we are shunned by so called alternative news gathering sites, we must also feel honored that these impostors and pretenders have separated themselves from us. They have declared what they are by their actions. There is no accident in any of this and in times coming much will be explained that presently exists as a mystery.

Be strong my good friends and know that as you resist and maintain in your faith in the ineffable that you are being changed within. Spiritual steel is being woven into your frame and your metal is being tempered in the crucible of trial. Hang in there. Help is on the way!!!


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Earlier I was standing by the bathroom window (no, I did not come in that way) as waves of gratitude poured over me and that has been happening over the last few weeks; right out of the blue, with nothing specific to generate it, just this combination of both love and gratitude... it's simply 'there' and of course the gratitude that I am feeling generates more...

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Earlier I was standing by the bathroom window (no, I did not come in that way) as waves of gratitude poured over me and that has been happening over the last few weeks; right out of the blue, with nothing specific to generate it, just this combination of both love and gratitude... it's simply 'there' and of course the gratitude that I am feeling generates more gratitude, it's an infectious and contagious joy like an upwelling fountain, spilling over the lip of the bowl and running in a shimmer of light, as if it were back lit from some mysterious source. I know that this is an external projection of an internal condition with an identical shimmer, attended by music that is generated out of the shimmer and it makes me think of the beautiful interplay between sound and light and color. The colors are ever changing variants on festive emotions that burble to the surface, rising out of some internal kaleidoscope that the ineffable is using to remind me of the presence of the divine within. Every event in our lives, no matter how seemingly insignificant, is a special dealing of God with our souls.

A life time can go by and so many of us never inquire more deeply into that wonderful land which is our native and eternal home, behind the endless shifting of appearances. For those who take the trouble, which is no trouble at all, the opportunity to awaken our inner self is always on the cusp of the moment. The thrill of the possibility is like the keening of the wind, calling across time and space, as a reminder of our celestial origins. I am not interested in the Food Court. I am not interested in the world of gadgets and all the myriad of outfits I can mix and match, as one more ensemble, providing us with an identity for what the majority of us are unable to identify. We can't really label or define it because that requires us to be apart from it. It is what it is and it speaks itself as itself, the same way the wind and the rain accomplish the same.

I don't know what is causing this marvelous experience. It's come and gone before but never has it returned again and again. There is this sensation of something large and invisible moving in the ethers. It is almost like that mysterious Niburu, which you are supposed to be able to see but no one has seen it as far as I know... this other is invisible but no less present. It is like some hidden planetary amalgam of music and good will. There is nothing materially solid about it. It is a collection of fluid associations where these associations take the shape of their expression. I see dancing musical notes. I see cartoon caricatures that are a kind of onomatopoeia; if you catch my implications here.

Now... I have to go into a very strange digression and I must ask the reader, “What do you think of this?” Following...

A couple of weeks ago I got a communication from someone who had seen an ad I placed on Craig's List. I was selling a Korg Micro Arranger. I had purchased it in Hawaii to use in the upcoming recording sessions that I am presently engaged in. I've been putting it off for some time and now I have a thick sheaf of songs that should have been already taken care of a few years ago. As it turned out, the keyboard is quite small. This is something I did not pay enough attention to when I purchased it. I have large hands and really need a full size keyboard; through the kind of luck that seems to show up for me, given I have so little money, a very nice 88 weighted keys keyboard showed up at a fantastic price and I grabbed it. It is a joy to play and I am, once again exceedingly grateful. I am not in a position to just buy what I want so I need the help of my invisible friends. They came through.

Now that I have this I decided to sell the Korg and I put it on Craig's List. I got a call asking me what my bottom price was. I said I can't go below $200. and he said, “Well, that's very fair. I'll take it.” Then he said, “I'm going to send you a check and you can take the two hundred out of it and give what is left to my movers when they come by to get it.” I said, “Okay.” and thought no more about it.

Ten days went by. It had pretty much left my mind. I thought it felt pretty hinky anyway. Then I get a call from this lady, Shirley (don't call me Shirley). She apologizes for not being in touch before, says she had to go into the hospital and this is the first chance she had to get in touch. She said she was sending me a check and I should get in touch with her once I had cashed it. Today, I go out to get the mail and there is a USPS priority mailer sleeve there. I open it and there is a cashiers check for $2,395.27 ??????????????????? I don't know what to think but I leave a message saying. “This is beyond weird and unless you can convince me that I am not being set up somehow, I am returning this check, period.”

About 15 minutes later, I think, “Hmmm.” I go to the trash and get the mailer sleeve out and check the address. First I see my name typed twice in the addressed to location. Then I look at where it has been mailed from and it says, “Arlington, Texas” and it has been sent from the 'ATP Flight School'. Whoa!!! I do not know what to think. What I know is that this is more than passing strange. So dear reader, what do you think? Yes, of course, there are plausible explanations for this. The person paying may simply want to pass on this amount of money to Shirley. Uh Huh. What about the 27 cents?

Let us leave this curious oddity and go back to the only thing that sends me into rapture every time I think or talk about it; the ineffable. I love the ineffable beyond my capacity to express it in words. This gratitude that I am feeling every day is remarkable. I have never felt anything like this before. On the heels of this, I keep hearing the ineffable (more likely his agent) telling me that I am experiencing what I am because he is about to lay all kinds of beautiful things upon me; things that have been held in waiting for a long time but now the time has come to grant them to me. It is now past doubting that I will ever give up in my pursuit of the ineffable and I will never be swayed away from my persistent love. I've been told over and over that the ineffable was going all out to try me to points beyond endurance and put me in one agonizing state after another. He was determined to break or dissuade me. It never happened and the ineffable said, basically, “I give up. There is nothing more I can do and nothing I do is going to send you packing.” He said quite a lot of wonderful things to me and I am not going to repeat them because it will embarrass me and there is always the chance I could have been and am being 'played' all along. I don't believe this though and I can never believe it again, nor have I ever.

I got nothing to show for my life but the friendship of the ineffable; if you can call what has happened to me, 'acts of friendship' (grin). Oh... I don't mind and I am neither angry nor resentful. I know the divine had good reasons for what he has done; really good reasons and I am good with that. In any case, it seems some very nice things and conditions are on their way to me and that is why I am feeling these powerful bursts of gratitude; even though I have no idea what any of them are. Apparently, the awareness in my subconscious knows what this is all about and what is involved ...and the following emotion is rising to the surface and triggering reactions in my self conscious mind. As we like to say here, “Time will tell and we shall see.”

I bring this matter before you today because I have a reason. Many, many people come around here. Some have been coming for a long time and I have yet to hear from them on a personal level. I may never hear from them. On the other hand, relationships have developed over time between me and some portion of the readers. I may never meet most of them either but we do communicate. I've said a lot of things here. Some of them have been truly useful and some of them have been very questionable. I'm not the most balanced and circumspect person you will ever encounter. I guess you could say that... on occasion, I can be a 'wild and crazy guy' (grin). I've mellowed out considerably in recent times and I am very grateful for this as well. I don't know a way to tell you how profound this gratitude is that I have been experiencing. It is blowing me away and the sense of it, the feeling, is like unto a joy that is past the telling. I want you to have this too and so I must tell you what I believe is required on your part to get it and I know you can get it and that is why I am searching for the best way to express it.

Convince yourself, utterly that you will do everything in your power to let the ineffable know how committed you are. Convince yourself that there is no cost so great that it can equal the disappointment you know you will feel if you do not persevere. Once you have made the decision to follow through, you will know that it is meant to be yours. It cannot be denied to you. You have only to press on against every possibility of opposition and against all odds. Once you have made this clear to yourself, it cannot become easier than it is. Your biggest problem has always been your inconsistency of purpose. The inertia drag of your own resistance to the follow through is the greatest weight you will ever carry. Throw that off and there is no resistance at all. It is like stopping smoking. Once you have made up your mind it is a piece of cake. It is not being convinced that you want to that makes it so hard.

The ineffable is the most benevolent and loving force on Earth. The ineffable loves you far beyond your ability to ever comprehend it. Accept this. Know it and proceed with it as a certitude. Be certain and it will be certain. All the good angels who serve our higher aspirations will instantly fly to your side. The course once set has only to be walked. Everything else is a fait accompli. Release the love that is hidden in your heart and it will guide and protect you in all things and from all things.

With Love,

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This was the first blog. Maybe it should have stayed the only blog. It gave me the opportunity to talk about the ineffable and there has been no greater honor or pleasure in my whole life that can equal that. Of course, any of us can talk about the divine whenever we like and there are some that are like the lips of a petrified tree when it comes to putting one off the subject of God altogether. You have to think, on those occasions, that if this is what God gets you then I don't want any of it (grin).

Today I was thinking about what an incredible honor it is to be motivated to talk about the almighty. It doesn't matter what I have suffered in this life, caught in the steel trap jaws of fate, between ignominy and slander; all of it designed to see if I was up to the task... pressed again and again like grapes under the relentless feet of an unknown vintner. It's been an incredible honor. You don't even notice the cost. That the majesty of the sun can shine out from within the heart, as a constant remembrance of what was forgotten so long ago; as is the case with all of us, well... probably not a bad thing upon reflection. We forget and that is why memory is one of the most significant features in existence. It really has nothing to do with discovery. It is all about remembering.

I was sitting out on the porch today. It was in the mid sixties and the sun was shining in all its inimitable grandeur. It was/is a glorious day. I was feeding the squirrels and of course the birds had their squirrel proof feeder. I love feeding my little friends. I still think about my homeless dogs in India. I wonder about them sometimes; who is feeding them now? I'm listening to Stevie Winwood singing, “In the Presence of the Lord.”



I'm so near tears right now, I can hardly catch my breath. Life is so very, very good right now. There is nothing I want because I get to talk about the ineffable. What an honor!!! What a joy! And the ineffable is right there, right here. The ineffable is everywhere, all around. Filling the atmosphere with the brilliant and beautiful effervescence of his presence and... you only have to know that the ineffable is there. You might doubt it and sometimes it seems as if darkness is all there is, because of that emptiness that is the root tone of runaway materialism but... it doesn't matter because that seeming darkness is suffused with light... and the darkness will turn, turn into light, when darkness falls...

Yeah... there were times I wished I were dead; times when I didn't know which way to turn, or if I would ever taste any sense of freedom ever again and I think of Nelson Mandela and others who had a longer spell of confinement than I did. I often think of those others, like Baha'u'llah... so many of us where despair seemed the only option. Somehow, against all odds, the sun broke through and it didn't matter if you were in some jail cell, or being whipped by angry, ignorant hands, whose only reason for being as they were was because they didn't know ...but they suspected they were wrong and that was the source of the anger. I thank god that he gave me this role... however great a shortfall it may have been when measured against my expectations (fool I). I get to think about and speak about the ineffable!!! What an honor!

God is invisible, except when god is not... when seen in the eyes of a loved one or a stranger ...but... there are no strangers really and we are god's hands. We are god's instruments. We are the vehicles of god's expression. We are how god expresses or how god is hidden or distorted in twisted mirrors and... I think of the times I screwed up, or missed the boat and then I think about how God reminded me of his presence, or some serendipitous moment when he or she or it ...suddenly burst through the clouds and filled this dark world with light and it always reminds me of that painters light I used to see in Portugal. Times like that, I am reminded of Rembrandt and the amazing expressions of light that he used to accomplish in his paintings. Light would literally leak out of the picture through some magical process.

So many beautiful footprints were left for me, by all those artists, composers and writers and the mystics and God Dreamers, Wow! Quite simply... Wow!!! Is the ineffable not the most remarkable thing in all of creation? Indeed... it is true and he lives in me and you. We greet each other and see the ineffable looking back at us ...and far too often do not recognize that it is the ineffable who takes all of these forms, while employed in the endless hide and seek of existence. I know by this time when I would look into the eyes of a master, like Guru Bawa, that when he looked at me, he was seeing God, as he did with everyone he encountered. That is your true regenerated innocence. That is what becoming like a little child is all about and we have that option in our lives. We get regenerated innocence, or we get senility and it is all part of the process of softening or hardening. It's what arteriosclerosis is all about. It is what all the degrees of extreme happen to be ...and it lends credence to the scriptural truth of “So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I am going to spew thee out of My mouth.”

Yes... all through the day today, I felt the wonder and divine effulgence of the almighty, percolating and precipitating, down through the planes and all I could think was how marvelous it is that I get to talk about the ineffable. He is the be all and end all of all my being and ending. Still, given that it is a helix, it never begins or ends, it just repeats and progresses, like a spiral, always raised to a greater awareness of itself and that is why Memory is so critically important.

I know that I have said, very often, how much I love you all, even though, in many cases I don't even know who you are.; Somewhere there are rooms filled with such a luminosity that it is impossible to make out the objects because there are no shadows and the light is so great that there is only light. It is what Ain and Ain Soph and Ain Soph Aur are all about. They are the veils of negativity. Ain is absolute emptiness. Ain Soph, means limitless light and Ain Soph Aur is the eternal moment filled with light. You will hear these described in different ways. This is how I describe them. Some will say, “Oh that is Kabalism or that is what comes out of the Judaic expression of the varieties of what cannot be expressed.' I don't care if it is Judaic, or Christian, Hindu or Buddhist. It is always about what cannot be defined or expressed ...but we do our best. You have to have been there (grin).

All I know is the joy I feel because God is close. God is closer to me than I am to myself and even thought I cannot grasp it, I know that it can grasp me. I have no valid expression, except what it expresses through me. It's one thing to get out of the way and another thing entirely to understand it while you are getting out of the way of it.

I want so badly to reach out and place my hand upon the breast of each and every one of you. I want to tremble on the tensile thread of my own being and have the meaning of it reverberate from me to you; beyond words of course ...but certainly like music ...because it is vibration after all. Music, when properly expressed, is always harmonic. Certain modern composers believe that dissonance is an equally authentic statement of the same, sort of like chaos theory or abstract art as legitimate reality, given latitude only because some people have no gift whatsoever and that is the best they can do. It's why certain people insist on owning all of the art galleries because they have no art but... it does put them in a position that permits them to define what art is. I couldn't define to you what art is but I know it when I see it (grin); paraphrasing... paraphrasing... paraphrasing.

I wish that each and every one of you were with me today and that by turns we had the opportunity to grab one another and hold each other close. I wish that had been so but it's not important, because nothing is lost and I know the time will come when we get to do that and it will be as real as anything we have ever done in life.

This very moment I want to rise up and leap out of my chair and spin and twirl and raise my hands to the heavens; try to speak or cry out and know there is no possibility that anything I say or try to say will come close to what I feel. It simply isn't possible. But you know. You know what I mean. Though I will never meet most of you, I feel as if we know each other in a way so far beyond whatever might ever be said between us. This is what resonance is all about. It is about my tone and your tone, blending in harmony all by itself ...because harmony is the essential and effective communication that encapsulates all of our bad attempts in a cocoon of silence. It just can't be said but the Love is there and I want to take this opportunity today to say to you, “I love you.” and have you know that I mean that from the bottom of my heart and to have you also know that my heart is bottomless.

May god forever bless and protect you, each and every one of you and lead you to that beautiful room where, one day, we shall greet each other in an everlasting moment of unshakable recognition. My dear friends... words fail but something there is that never fails and it hold us up and lifts us up and maintains us long enough- and that... is forever... so that we have long enough to say what needs be said.


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In case you missed it, here is a link to Sunday's visible radio show.


When Darkness Falls
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{I thought I had something to say that wouldn't wait and so I started writing it. A short way through, something began to press within and I switched to writing a poem that had the makings of one of my best works ever and like any good work, it just flowed and keep backing up more and more. I had to stop for reflection. I went on to something else. Today I came back to write some more and the posting was gone. The computer had rebooted and I was sure I had saved the piece because I had been back and forth six times at least. Never mind, Open Office always holds on to what's been written and will ask me if I want to restore it. It had disappeared and remained so. I remember what the posting was intending... the poem? Well, that's gone now but the sense of it remains. Let's just start again.}

There is a time of calendar doldrums, like the ocean doldrums where horses once pulled boats, swimming in the horse latitudes. Did that ever happen? I think that is why they call it the 'horse latitudes' and I don't think there would horse latitudes without the doldrums. Following the year end holidays, there comes that dark of the year that is January and February, which actually turns out to be the longest month of all, when measured according to how its passing feels. The highest interest points we have during this doldric, doldrumic? (doldrimic?) (visibilism alert) period, are two in number; Trump is soon to be President of the United States ...and... what is suiting up to and has already shown to be, probably the best NFL season of all time. I won't be going into the latter. Those who have an interest in this area have an idea of what I am talking about and for those who do not have an interest, it would take a whole lot of words and pages to provoke an interest that, if it isn't already provoked, isn't likely to be...

As has been mentioned here, more than once, the author is a trend observer. You might compare this to paying attention while you are driving in traffic. This is something I recommend to everyone; given how cellphones and event horizon tech are impacting on our driving. One needs to maintain their focus. It is amazing how people will kill themselves, or others, over a goat like, urgent piss need of text frequency force they seem incapable of controlling. You can't see clearly if you are being driven. Everything changes when you are driving and especially so when you recognize the cosmic driver, instead of Chaos and Disorder, which are very present in the present mix.

I'm watching Citizen Trump; his appointments and intended policies, his background and his insiders, like this guy. I would give serious consideration to what is being said here. Though the season of doldrums continues apace, I would suggest that these are not doldrums at all but that evil winds are blowing round about. Of course, the ineffable is in charge and what is actually being accomplished by the evil winds is the exposing of those behind those winds and the reason that is so is... this is an apocalypse. I would be a great deal more personally concerned if this were not an apocalypse. But! This is an apocalypse and that is why you get in your face garbage like this, as a prototype of what is desirable and good and why the Golden Globes went to such trouble to make their show so cutting edge impressive. We are playing for all the marbles here. It is the difference between normal life continuing with purpose and resolve or a riot of legitimized perversity of experiences, participated in by very tiny minorities of atheistic, sybaritic, hedonistic Satanists who are wholly engaged in pulling the whole world down into Hell with them.

Two features I have noticed and the two considerations I brought up in the beginning; Trump and this year's NFL season. I am seeing (trend and event wise) in both, the hand of the ineffable like I have not previously seen it. Whether we are talking about Trump actually winning and those opposed left somehow powerless to stop him, or Aaron Roger's 3rd Hail Mary pass; this time against the Giants and somehow no one knocked it away. I could cite many another anomaly, indicative to the point that they are no longer anomalies and... the most shocking of them both are yet to come; certainly in the NFL this weekend and certainly in the day by day, as the dark side pulls out all stops to stop Trump from taking office because of what is going to be exposed if he does. They are literally, fighting for their lives. Their souls are already lost so that is not in the equation.

I have noticed through history, how the ineffable has used the good the bad and the ugly, the smart and the stupid to achieve his ends... the clever and the simple, the gifted and the clumsy, all are invisibly swerved in a dovetail spiral, toward the cosmic intention. Everywhere, god sees. At all points, god knows; in the beginning, in the midst and at the end, god is already present and complete in the fulfillment of his will.

Someone once said, “if you are not a liberal when you are young, you have no heart and if you are not a conservative when you are old, you have no brains.” The truth is that when you are young, most of what you think you know is based on presumptions about the meaning of things you, yourself, have not experienced. Hopefully, when you are older, some amount of experience has taught you that an 'objective' conservatism is default. Of course, the rules change when the names change. These days 'liberal' no longer means what it did. In order to control human thought, you must first control how people define things and it is ever so much better for the controllers when the definition has already been morphed into what they want it to be; where it sounds like something it, in fact, is not. That doesn't make it real at all but it does make it what it seems to be.

There are always going to be people with peculiar sexual expressions and... as research has shown, this is, more often than not, the result of abuse early on. There's no getting around this. There is also no getting around the truth that most of us are heterosexual. That's a good thing; given that the family unit is the building block of society. When one looks into all this 'inclusion' and diversity' agenda, it turns out that most of it is financed by deep pockets, vested interests. This sort of thing always is connected to Satanism, Atheism, Zionism, Judaism and Communism. With the exception of Atheism, you can't look into any of them and not find the rest of them engaged in mutual frottage. If you look into Atheism, you will find that nearly all of the time, the reason for the Atheism is religion. Somehow, it has happened that religion has become confused with both spirituality and God. These are all different. All of these externals are like clothing (they say the clothes makes the man- grin). It is the body beneath the clothes that generates the clothes in the first place. Garbage in and garbage out. I'm not as certain of what I see right in front of me as I am of the existence of God. That is proven out to my standards of inquiry and far beyond by this time.

“Birds of a feather, flock together.” Go and see who is involved in Communism and Atheism and all the alternative sexual movements. Go and see who funds these and who profits from them. Does one need more proof than what one discovers by investigation of it? I don't. Many times I have stated that it was never my intent to come to certain conclusions prior to my inquiry into the evidence. As I studied the facts of the so called Holocaust, the truth became irrefutable. As I studied 9/11, the circumstantial weight alone was more than enough. When I studied the real Holocaust that took place in Marxist Russia, I understood the need to fabricate the other holocaust. I know what I know, well enough to know that I know it. What I do not know is considerable and I try not to presume upon that but... as someone whom I was never terribly fond of used to tell me, “You can't piss in my ear and make me think it's rain.”

My suspicion is that the ineffable has plans for President Trump and we shall see what they are. I am in no position to judge the man until I see how he responds to his challenges. I have my theories but they are only theories. I am not experiencing any large apprehensions at the moment. I'm just moving through these non (but seeming) doldrums. As for the NFL, we shall see. I suspect that Malcolm Floyd is going to play some major role. I knew at the beginning of the year that this was going to be an unforgettable setup to an unforgettable conclusion and so it has proven to be, so far.

As always, time will tell and we shall see.

They are really working overtime trying to get rid of Trump. They tried to destroy Brady and Bellichick at the beginning of the year with their BS -and now widely discredited- Deflategate. All bets are off in an apocalypse. There is no manifest rhyme or reason to Trump having made it to where he is. 'They' were so sure they would win that they didn't even go through the trouble of stealing it and once they saw what was happening it was too late. It is going to go on being too late for them.


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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Tis the season and the moment. It's nasty and wet out at this time (Christmas Eve) and we are thinking of those who are out in it as many are. Some are there professionally and some are there through misfortune and afflicted Karma. This physical world and spiritual world! How it turns for and against us under the force of unseen hands. Today (Christmas...

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Tis the season and the moment. It's nasty and wet out at this time (Christmas Eve) and we are thinking of those who are out in it as many are. Some are there professionally and some are there through misfortune and afflicted Karma. This physical world and spiritual world! How it turns for and against us under the force of unseen hands. Today (Christmas Day) is sunny and bright!

My thoughts turn to The Congo, where terrorized residents toil through all the hours of the daylight, Armed with Stone Age implements, they extract the rare metals for cellphones and computers, so that I can stand on the deck here in the summer and watch astoundingly clueless teenage girls, ride by on their bicycles, thumb-humping their cellphones, indifferent to the traffic and their own safety; self importance, contending with vanity, burning in selfish immolation, hair-flipping their locks like some half seal, half snake dancing hybrid from the Bahamian Banking Island of a latter day, Dr. Moreau.

Millions of Chinese workers in plague masks, march through the poisoned clouds that mass and coil in Beijing, as, around the world, hordes of deranged Walmart shoppers, waddle down the aisles in search of plastic epiphanies; Jesus sure be loving you, while he's riding on the dashboard of yer car.

All over the world, more than half the population, struggle in desperation to survive, or have given up and sit there helplessly, under bridge abutments, in corrugated drainage cylinders, or wherever they might find somewhere to be until they are rousted and driven on.

Water is becoming ever more critical and ever less spoken of; good drinking water is becoming ever less available. Clean drinking water is a very big problem the world over.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! To those faithful and persevering; to those uncaring and indifferent, to those who labor against seemingly hopeless odds and even to those who make war on Christmas, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

If ever there were a time to count our blessings then now is the time. A very uncertain year waits in the wings. Planets set in their courses long ago, now vibrate in counterpoint with one another. They generate their pressures and influences, tempered against one another and then filtered through the atmosphere of this material dream.

In times of material preeminence, deceit, war and contention are a given. The battlefields are everywhere. The forces of commerce drive the forces of conflict, whether they be by weapons or words. Riding apace, are the dead zombie warriors of religious fundamentalism. The blind are killing the blind and making more zombies as they go. It should come as no surprise; the popularity of television shows like “The Walking Dead.” and “Game of Thrones”, not to mention the continuing replication of one zombie movie after another. There are no accidents here.

It's a hard world, or maybe I am just getting older. Sometimes I wake up and I get the strong sensation that I won't be here much longer and that sounds good to me. Sometimes I wake up and I am certain I will be here for years yet and that sounds okay to me (grin). I don't know what any of it means anymore. I don't know if I am a good person or a bad person. I was told a few years ago that good and evil no longer apply to me and I would like to believe that. Even though I don't know what it means, it sounds promising (grin).

I find it amazing sometimes when I reflect on my life and all I see are the mistakes. I know that mistakes are not the whole of my travels here, not even most of the time but... it is what I remember. I believe that is because so many of us are much more inclined to remember our failures as opposed to our triumphs. Maybe it is a good thing when we do not think well of ourselves. This gives people a more willing opportunity to think well of us. If you don't hide what you are from people, they won't later discover the truth of you to their chagrin. It's one thing to let yourself down and quite another to let others down.

I was at a family gathering of my friends last night. It is typical on these occasions and in these seasons, for people to drink more than usual. There was some of that. It didn't involve me. I have no patience with myself in these states anymore. For me, instead of seeing a temporarily inflated picture of how deft and agile I am, I see the extent of my weakness and I've no patience for that either.

There was a young man there who is just finishing college. He's all A's and going on to be a doctor or something like it. I haven't been around certain age groups in a very long time. I was astounded at the level of Political Correctness indoctrination that has taken place in that time. I was also astonished at the type of argumentation he was using, which is designed to put the other person at a continuous disadvantage. I told him that kind of calculated offensive doesn't work with me; I am actually paying attention and not waiting for my rebuttal opportunity. In the process I thought of the millions who are being shaped to the malefic ends of those controlling the educational system. It's a brave new world and I want no part of it.

It all ended on a good note. I don't allow anything else these days. It's not the way it used to be. I believe that loving people preempts having to be right. No one wins if you have to be right. Everyone wins if you don't. And I realize that all of what was said would later come back on its own time. You accomplish much more by letting time and truth find themselves later on; in a place where they are more inclined. There is always the former (usually-grin) and the latter isn't going anywhere.

Christmas and all of the holidays that have been around since way back when they were called something else and something else before that and before that and before that; you get the picture... they provide us opportunities to express what we should naturally be expressing the year long. Of course, we also confuse the issue by giving people material expressions of what are supposed to be spiritual gifts. We are also in a position to receive gifts that bypass us because we aren't looking for, or open to them. I got some of those this year. My gratitude is through the roof and that is impressive, given there is no roof but the sky which is endless, unless space is curved and... it all comes back (for better or worse)! Hmmm...

This is a pretty remarkable preface to a period of rapid transformation that is going to be heading in all sorts of directions, most likely depending on what direction you are headed in. It's the way of an apocalypse. Certainly the NFL was exhibiting signs of this yesterday. It's going to be getting more and more intense. Whatever you are resting on, or depending on, is going to be tested according to its tensile strength. Whatever you have come to be will undergo the same by default. It's going to be open season in this season for giving (the extended DVD version) for predators and prey alike. The perfection of the whole scheme is to be seen in its resolution. I'm guessing this has something to do with the appearance of curved screen TVs.


We'll be moving on the the radio broadcast now and hope to see you there as well.

Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Much love, always and forever.


visible

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The Christmas season is here and Christmas itself approaches. Every year, I notice a particular phenomena. I especially notice it because I don't have it. What I notice is what happens to people when Christmas comes around. They get frantic. Whatever joy might be gleaned is lost to them. They drink too much. They just want it to be over. Someone I was with not that long...

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The Christmas season is here and Christmas itself approaches. Every year, I notice a particular phenomena. I especially notice it because I don't have it. What I notice is what happens to people when Christmas comes around. They get frantic. Whatever joy might be gleaned is lost to them. They drink too much. They just want it to be over. Someone I was with not that long ago had this 'problem'. It seemed to have been generated in childhood.

So many people have bad experiences from their childhood or situations that came about through the tension that this holiday generates. I had one of the worst childhoods I know about. I had an adult ulcer when I was 12. I had to go through a lot of tests before the doctors discovered it. When they did they found it hard to believe. They had never seen that before. Later my father said that I was faking and I was in a conspiracy with the doctors. I can't remember most of it, probably because I don't think about it. The ineffable is responsible for that. He told me that I should put my attention only upon the moment I am in. I believe that most of us would be remarkably surprised at what a powerful reality this is.

I know we all have heard about living in the moment but... who actually does that? I do more often than I ever have before. Do you know how much time there is that gets unused in the moment? An eternity. I'm not there 'yet' but I can see it 'most' of the time. I say this because I don't want to try to pass myself off as some kind of Eckart Tolle character, lest I bore you to death, while I am hypnotically picking your pocket(grin). I'm not totally there but I can see it and often visit at will. 'Kind of sorry' about the Tolle digression but that is the effect it has had on me every time I have visited his videos, in combination with what I have heard from people who were right there.

I got reasons for talking like this today and it's not to make me look good, although all of us have the same capacity. It's like learning the guitar. Some of us play once a week and some of us play all day long. You do the math. Some of us are in the moment, only when the moment comes into us ...and some of us consciously seek an awareness of the moment 'most' every moment.

There was a period when I drank to excess for a few years. Now I don't drink at all. The ineffable came and said; “I'm going to take that away now.” After this I wasn't able to do it any more. The desire was removed and when I tried I didn't like it. It was a truly marvelous thing. At one point I got very much into Ketamine. Certain readers gave me shit about it. Then that passed and whenever I tried to order it, it wouldn't show up.

The ineffable told me very recently that he was going to transform my life in such a way that I would find it nearly impossible to believe the experience of it. Then he said that he was going to show up whenever I was acting out in life and his focus would be on me. He then said that in every other point when I was doing something else like walking, or eating, or any of the pedestrian affairs that all of us do, my focus would be on him ...and it would definitely no longer be pedestrian.

The reason I am discussing this at Origami today is because the ineffable told me to tell everyone who comes here that great spiritual possibilities are on the cusp of your existence and your opportunities for a spiritual quantum leap are measurably greater than they have ever been previously. He said that anyone who comes to these blogs and hangs around is part of a web of resonance. We've had some really breakthrough conversations lately (the agent of the ineffable and I) and events have happened that are remarkable in my life up to this point. It is true that the ineffable has saved my ass on more than one occasion before ...but never in memory has the ineffable been so kind and good so consistently to me since that tag team of false spiritual pretenders, Robert and David, joined up to assault me on the Big Island of Hawaii. I haven't gone into detail about these fellows but I will at some point because it should be a cautionary tale for all of us as we move through this life. When you hear about how they set me up to get me to let my guard down around them ...and then conspired to injure me in such a way that the attending physician said he had never seen an injury as severe as what happened to me, I suspect you will be riveted by the drama of it.

Now that I know their complete names and more about them than I did, I will be in a position to illustrate the affair in a way that I had been previously unable to. I was injured so badly that I suffered complete amnesia about the event. Out of the blue someone has come forward to explain some portion of it to me and the ineffable has clarified a measure as well.

Since this affair, my life has been much different than it was. I now know why neither of them made any effort to communicate with me afterwards. I also know why no one that I knew there has gotten in touch with me since I left. There are some horrific lies that have been constructed about me and the irony is that I was behaving myself better than I had in other periods of my life. It is better that I did not know about any of this until now, as it would have troubled me much greater than it does or could anymore. My relationship with my loving master has grown so strong in this last year that hardly anything troubles me these days. If you are going to be a warrior for the truth you have to expect betrayal and slanderous lies. No one should be surprised when any of it happens. However, your awakening soul will be forged in a crucible of experience and a unique strength will come to you and you will also come into an aura of divine protection. Rather let me say you will come to see what has been there all along.

Since I left the West Coast I have entered into one of the sweetest periods of my life. I am no longer tested in such extreme ways as was the case previously. The ineffable has told me in no uncertain terms that these former troubles that have haunted me for so long are now over. There will be new challenges but I now have a level of palpable support that just wasn't there, in my mind, before. It's one thing to travel the hard highway of existence and to walk with a faith that was, all to often, not confirmed in a manifest sense. Now I see evidence of it every day. I hear about it every day.

"Every Day"


Every day that comes is like a lifetime
And every day the universe is born
But most of us just struggle with our demons
And never understand who brings the sun.

Every day! Every day!
Every Day! Every day!
Every day!

But oh to understand that golden mystery.
To see the whole inside of every part.
To know the suns that rises in the heavens,
Is rising all the time inside our hearts

Every day! Every day!
Every Day! Every day!
Every day!

Now truth is not the sun nor shapely moonshine
That wakes the Earth with thunder or with song
No truth is a jewel that is clothed in mortal blindness
And it is all that's left once we have gone.

Every day! Every day!
Every Day! Every day!
Every day!

So take heart each time you see your friend the sun rise
A symbol of that sun too bright to see
And know there are no chains can ever hold you
When you embrace the truth it sets you free
When you embrace the truth it sets you free

Every day! Every day!
Every Day! Every day!
Every day!


When I say that the ineffable communicates with me I am not speaking of THE ONE, speaking directly to me ...but I am speaking of THE ONE speaking to me through an intermediary, although I am told there is no qualitative difference. When I say speaking to me, I mean within my mind and heart with a clarity that is not unlike anyone I meet in manifest life speaking to me. It was not always so. It used to happen only when I was in a powerfully altered state. Most of the time it was only me speaking, or crying out in an agonizing passion to be heard. Then that changed and I began to hear back intermittently, regardless of my state of mind. This progressed until I began to hear back consistently and has now come to where it happens every day, whenever I speak to the ineffable ...and has progressed to where, lately, the ineffable communicates with me sometimes all through a given day. The joy and wonder of this cannot be described. There is no friend that we might have that is like the ineffable and it comes to pass that one becomes able to see the ineffable in everyone they meet and the relationships that one has with others start to be like one's relationship with the ineffable and deeply profound moments occur routinely. Ordinary life is no longer ordinary. It is filled with magic and a beauty that illuminates life as if the sun were shining through every moment.

The ineffable has gifted me with the most incredible friends. Maybe they were always there but I can see them now. I can see them as they really are. I can see old friends from former times and now recognize the depth of their love and am given the opportunity to reciprocate from a level that I formerly believed was not possible for me.

There were moments when I despaired that life would ever break through the dark and ominous clouds that seemed to surround me. I have never shared these parts of myself with the reader. I always felt it was my job to smile through the tears and never expose the level of difficulty through which I inexplicably had to pass. I felt that I would somehow let the reader down if I did not maintain a certain level of indefatigable optimism. It is true that no matter how dark it became at times, I always felt that optimism and believed that one day it would turn around for me and all of you, who I know have struggled with a similar fate. I realize now that there was a doubt within me that I refused to see and maybe that was a good thing but now the magnificence of the sun shines upon my days and it is as if nothing can affect the brilliance of it. When I have difficulties now, they are no longer seen as difficulties but as opportunities.

No matter how Stygian was the darkness or how seemingly impossible was the way, I knew the light would come one day ...but a part of me was not sure and that part of me is now gone forever. I no longer care what might await. I have seen through this veil of tears to the awesome and never ending Love that surrounds us all but which, through our self deluding blindness, we would not allow ourselves to see. I now realize that I pretty much love everyone and am most certainly prepared to do so. It is so hard now to write about even the most evil among us ...because I know that they are only playing a role and that one day their time will come. I find myself now incapable of feeling the emotions I used to feel but I have been told that I must continue to write and expose the lies that I see, as well as the truths that are revealed to me ...but that I no longer have to have an invested personal involvement in it. It is just something I do and it will evolve as I go. I need not concern myself about that. God loves me and he loves me deeply and it is for this reason that he tried and tested me so fiercely. I regret none of it now. It has all come to a place beyond my ability to describe.

I feel incapable of explaining, or correctly illustrating what I am experiencing. It is beyond my capacity. I am trying to say something but I don't know how. It is just so incredible and beautiful and wonderful. Even my pain is no longer pain. It is as if it isn't even part of me. The most amazing thing is that I am no longer angry, or frustrated, or combative. It just went away. One day it was no longer there. All of the false constructs that my fear and uncertainty created, as a defense, are no longer necessary. They just packed up their bags and left.

My heart is filled with the Christmas spirit this morning. As I look at the clock I see it is 2:00AM. My friends are sleeping but I hardly need to sleep at all. I no longer engage in those things that make us tired. I can feel Jesus Christ invisibly present nearby. I suspect we are going to meet shortly. I am looking forward to it. I realize now that it couldn't happen until my defenses against it and all my pretentious intellect had crumbled away. Everything is crumbling away and I am so overjoyed by this and it is hard for me to believe it but it seems it must be true. It has been true for such a while now. When our personal darkness crumbles then the light can enter in. It can shine on the magnificence of our true being and illuminate it utterly. The bushel has been lifted from the light within.

The ineffable wants me to tell you about this and how sure and certain it is possible for all of you and you must only reach with everything you have and it will come to you. The time is now here for our darkness to depart and for us to be filled with the light of the ineffable. Whatever the world may be up to no longer should concern us. This is not our world and the world we see is only a fabrication of our fears and desires. Once all of our desires are woven into a single desire there will be no fear. There will only be love; a powerful and transformative love that is beyond definition and it is there for the taking. It is there for the receiving. It is there for the giving.


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(I started on a new post for personal reasons but I had another going... was thoughtful about putting out something that just has to do with me; even though most of my personalized postings are for the purpose of exhibiting synchronicity between myself and the readers. It is my hope that the readers get this and do not surmise that I am indulging in self-aggrandizing subjectivity. This is never my intention and if I seem to bring a certain subject up on more than one occasion it is because I do not feel that I have illustrated or clarified it as successfully as I might have wished on the other occasions. I hope I pulled it off this time. I feel like I did and won't have to visit this issue again. You will find it at the end of this posting.)


To understand the innate propensities of the world to demonstrate in nations, languages and cultures one must understand geography and the sun and moon. Many things that seem to be a mystery to scientists and educated experts, are easily comprehended through the use of logic and reason. There are many obvious truths that stare us in the face and these concepts are sustained in certain secret societies and the apprehension of them, through the use of reason, logic and yes... math, account for aspirants progressing through the grades. Please note that although similar considerations apply to organizations like The Masons and others we have heard about, I am talking specifically of uncompromised brotherhoods, who are entirely unknown in the common parlance. I will also point out that though I am a member of one, I don't know what it is and I have come to these conclusions I have come to on my own, though you never know and I certainly don't... whether or not other influences have been brought to bear on my thinking processes.

I submit that others can argue at my conclusions, or if my conclusions are inarguable to those bright enough to catch the drift of what is implied here, they will surely want to put their own spin on it. That is how so many people are, due to the burning need to promote the false self to its all too brief incendiary glory until it turns to compost. No soul that comes here, passes through here, is legendary unless the ineffable is moving in them. It just doesn't happen and the only exceptions are when it is the infernal moving through them as it too often is these days. Once again we have to replay that great and trenchant Biblical quote; “seek ye first the kingdom of Heaven and his righteousness and all else will be added unto you.” It would be wonderful if people studied that comment with more reflection. It would be even more wonderful if they believed it and applied it. Well... I won't let the suspense build further.

The West is the performance end and the East is the reflection end. Christ is the sun and the heart. Buddha is the mind and the moon. People in the east dream and are born in the west to express. People perform all sorts of austerities for certain lifetimes they are possessed with the desire to experience. Sometimes that involves several lifetimes of service, suffering, whathaveyou. You might have no idea how badly some people want certain things and that accounts for how loathe they are to give them up or share them.

People on the performance end seek to create the image that will manifest in the reflection end and since that is not humanly possible it is all the proof ever needed of human futility in respect of playing god. The sincere in the east are uniformly quiet about what can't be said in the first place and prefer to let their presence do the talking. In the west, the sincere and prescient understand about, “be still and know that I am god.” Short of all that is a whole lot of pointless and meaningless babble that might sound good but it doesn't say anything. It hearkens to that piece from 1st Corinthians. I submit that Charity is not what is meant though it is an aspect of it. Love is what is meant.

Look at the characters of language as they move from extreme to extreme. Look at the religious iconography and symbolisms. Look at sex and the manner in which it is expressed. Look at how panoramic that is. Everything is sex. How we understand what that means may not be lucid or correct but it doesn't change anything. Technology can be explained through the plug and the socket. Of course it extrapolates from there to include all sorts of obvious and arcane permutations. It's still sex. Sinners have sex and saints have sex. The sense of touch is the one most employed in both areas of congress. One form of sex leads to the sense of separation. The other form leads to perpetuating unity.

They understand the deeper meaning of sex in the spiritual sense in the east. In the west we simply provide acceptable rules of behavioral parameters and then routinely break them. Of course this happens in the east and of course there are reflective types in the west and performance expressions in the east. I was speaking in a general sense.

The world is a looking glass. We see ourselves in it, unless we have a special mirror that must be manifested, according to a certain ancient process and although the symbols and systems of its creation are seemingly at variance, they are the same and so is what is being reflected.

I realize this all comes across as a combination of poetic similes that, rather than comparing the inanimate and the living, compares another combination of elements (grin).

But... what am I saying with all this floral arrangement of verbal flowers? What is the gestalt of the affair? Firstly it is created only to make the reader think, imagine and then extrapolate in their own mental ping pong, to arrive at conclusions which, if they are sound, will hearken back to what has been implied here and verify these abstruse strange winged creations as also being sound and flightworthy. Secondly, certain constructs cannot be erected out of direct statement. They can only be understood when the reader does extrapolate and get the intention within the unspeakable understanding of their own minds. Finally, ONLY Love can provide the inspiration for real comprehension because any understanding that does not have Love at the core falls short of enduring truth. There is no other way around or up the mountain.

I guess there is more to life than what I think I see. I hope my love for you reflects a clarity in your love for me.

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I need to address an issue here and I hope you will bear with me on it. I will strive to be as sincere as I am capable of. I am aware that I have discussed parts of this issue recently and want to stay away from this issue and because of the season and other reasons so... let me make something clear. For whatever the reason might be, the el(ves) are tirelessly devoted to promoting our work here. This has been going on for years and the elf has just put together a website for me that is pretty outrageous and has involved a tremendous amount of work. This can be evidenced in it having taken almost a year since it was supposed to be unveiled. Part of that has been the archaic technology he has had to work with, not to mention a near dead last internet speed. His efforts have been practically Augean and I love and appreciate him more than I can say.

He visited me a couple of times in Europe and also got to experience what happens occasionally, when people visit me. I take no credit nor blame for these occurrences. Let me just say in all honesty that these phenomena are real and the elf is not the only one to experience it; Alistair and others has also experienced it but in a strictly positive fashion. It varies with the person. Most of the time there are no obvious effects due to the time lapse thing as intention. Irregardless, these things happen. In the case of the elf it was pretty interesting and almost led to a riff but here we are today and the link is stronger than ever. This is probably all the proof needed that it is not about me, nor ever will be.

I'm mentioning these occurrences because the elf, with all the good intentions in the world, wants me to prosper and proliferate. The truth of the matter is that I am fine. I get less in material reward than some and that is fine with me. There is a reason for this and it is why I sometimes am at pains, exhaustively it might seem, to disabuse any possibility of my being taken seriously. The only one who should be taken seriously is the ineffable. I am an agent and not a very good one sometimes and that is the ineffable's doing, just as are my successes, which finally, are outweighing the incidences of off the rails behavior. That is also the doing of the ineffable, in BOTH respects.

The ineffable once told me, “Everything is under control. Take the reins.” It seems simple enough but... try taking the reins. Such a potentiality does not come without cost to the personal self. One might argue there is no personal self; even though, after a fashion, there is. The cost is the loss of the personal self, or perhaps reconstruction is a better word, or even better, the revealing of the self from under the suffocating blanket of the false self and that is the deal for any of us so disposed and most of us are not because of the investment in the false self and then the cost of the loss of the entirety of this investment seems too dear. That is because most of us are unaware of the joys that can come through a real dedication, attended by certitude and determination. It's a simple thing but... oh my god, in all the world and anywhere elsewhere, there is no struggle so great.

Apropos to all of this, whatever circumstances or conditions I am placed in or put through are exactly what they are supposed to be. When the time comes that anyone is moved to help me in any way, they will be. If not, that's fine too. No material value could ever be commensurate in any case and in that case, only the ineffable can deliver anything commensurate in any respect and provide the enjoyment experienced... by coming into residence, which is the ineffable's chief desire and our own unrecognized one.

I am not being humble by calculation here. There is no calculation involved, except to continue in this work and to not be made much of. It might seem that I am saying the right things here but that is because they are the right things and no truly humble person got there on their own steam. They get taken there through a series of events, where they finally see the comparison between themselves and the ineffable and there is no comparison. It's one thing to imagine this and quite another to experience it repeatedly. It wears you down until there is nothing left of you but a still and motionless mirror of stabilized Mercury and an ever increasing sense of awe. That's it and, I might add, payment enough in all the realms of possible being.

I'm not saying all of this to discount the sincere intentions of the elf. I am touched by them but there is a reason I NEVER personally ask for anything because you, dear reader, are not the one to ask. Hopefully this communicates my position and it is a sincere one, even if it makes me seem like a deluded and presumptuous fool because I, in my own mind, am nowhere near the goal, however, for reasons I won't go into... I do know that the ineffable is closer in time and presence to us than we ever will be to ourselves except... after a certain point ...and transformation can take place at any time and be total and complete at any time; regardless of what any of us might imagine to be the distance between ourselves and the ineffable.

This seeming distance is our own construction, brought into being through the tension and release of our struggle against the ineffable's efforts to set us free. Eventually we understand this and begin to cooperate in the process. Then we cease to be troubled by the desire for terrestrial returns. We are getting paid.

What the elf says about me is true. I do work at some variant of this all the time and as far as appearances go, I don't get remunerated accordingly and sometimes not at all; lately, this year, it has been like that more often than not. Let me state with all the totality of truth that I can muster that the fact that you, take the trouble to come here and appreciate what happens here, is worth the world and all that is in it to me. One has to consider whether this might really be so. In that case, one should reflect on the countless other enterprises one could be involved in and what one might expect in return for any of them. We all get repaid for our work in the coin of that particular field of enterprise.

In any case we need to be satisfied with what that is. Your level of awareness defines for you the playing field you perform on and which is generated in its totality by your value system. There is no common playing field. The mind creates it and the heart fuels it and no matter what you think, it is all about the meaning and discovery of the one most precious thing in the universe. The trip is that you have to know that it exists and that that is what it is. It has to mean something more to you than anything else or you won't discover it. Something else will impersonate it and it will disappoint you, as anything will disappoint you that you have mistaken what you thought it to be and then it proves this to you. That's life.

It would seem then that the primary inquiry of existence is what is real and what is not and how to tell the difference. Of course, it will be impossible to tell the difference before you can tell what is real and unreal in yourself and this is impossible unless the ineffable comes in and demonstrates this to you, since the ineffable is the only thing that is real or makes anything else by extension real.

We all exist and continue under the grace of the ineffable, not one moment is this less than true and we had better come to an understanding of this and grasp the essential nature of gratitude. Once that has been achieved, we find that we are increasingly more grateful as we go and ever more certain of where that might be. One of the most underrated emotions is Gratitude, most especially for the power in it. It is far more powerful than most might suspect and is right up there with imagination.

So... regardless of what anyone who comes here does or does not do for me I am content in terms of what's in it for me and certainly appreciative when anyone is motivated to support my work but they support my work best by coming here and taking what is useful and applying it to the betterment of all of us. I have learned some hard lessons in this life. I am very much unlike what I was last year and the year before in respect of the following year. Let us hope that is the case with all of us and that we grow out of the bad constructions of our own hand into the divine image hewn by the divine hand. This is no work for the lazy or for cowards. You will be tested to the limits of your endurance and you will fail but... the ineffable will lift you up at the appointed time.


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{Day 7? Day 8? Day 9? of the Zio-Google/Blogger assault on writers too obscure to matter in the first place. I don't know what day it is (grin). In any case, we are soldiering along and appreciate the reader coming along for the ride. Please mind the white line! We shall take no psychedelics before their time.}

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{Day 7? Day 8? Day 9? of the Zio-Google/Blogger assault on writers too obscure to matter in the first place. I don't know what day it is (grin). In any case, we are soldiering along and appreciate the reader coming along for the ride. Please mind the white line! We shall take no psychedelics before their time.}

The art of life is mastered in the simplicity of one's approach. The greater the complexity, the greater the degree of difficulty and this... this is all self created and matches up and synchronizes with the force of the ego of the individual who defines the deeper secrets of existence, according to their opportunities to posture in front of their fellows in back and forth intellectual tap dances, devoid of meaning and consequence. Real spirituality is not something that is acquired by engaging in some white wine and soft cheese soliloquies in the groves of academe. The level of one's authentic spirituality can be measured... according to the lengths one will go to possess it and be possessed by it and whatever sacrifices are necessary in the process.

One improves spirituality to the degree that they are capable of engaging in the process of the false self being diminished. They can be recognized as whomever is not being heard amidst the clamor of bush league philosophers drowning each other out. Hopefully no CPR gets applied in the aftermath. Gasp!

I have not encountered or read about a single spiritual teacher who could be considered real by any legitimate form of measurement that was not as humble as dirt. That is my own personal yardstick. I am looking for those so overwhelmed by the love of the ineffable that the only portion of personal self left is that which is retained for the purpose of experiencing it.

Every facet of continuing spiritual growth can be understood in its simplicity. Does it reflect that which is greater than itself? Does it clearly reflect this? To the level that it can reflect this does it live within them and no greater wisdom can be attained through books or experience than that which is attained through hosting the awakened ineffable within.

The Man on the Beach said to me, “God is sleeping and this is his dream.” I replied, “but he's going to wake up, right?” All he would say to me and all he did say most of the time was, “I don't know.” I realize now that he was talking to me about God waking up inside me, for that is where God is sleeping. God is sleeping in every unawakened heart and mind. Once God has awakened then the former sleeper knows itself to be divine. That is the definition of Godhead in every one of us. If the force that awakens and realizes this, is turned outward for the purpose of sensation and reproduction then Godhead will not be realized. If it is turned inward then realization is the certain and eventual result.

What is the nature of that fire which is the most powerful ignition force of them all? It is Love. What form of Love is more powerful than any other expression of Love? That is the Love for one's creator. The greatest commandment is, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.” Okay... we hear this and maybe, without inquiring too deeply into it, we accept that it is so. What would we discover if we were to inquire after WHY this is so? The reason it is so is that through loving one's creator, one becomes increasingly more and more like one's creator and is the inheritor thereof of all that the creator is and has and the totality of the fulfilled promise of all that is possible in the presence of the divine experienced within. These words are true; “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.” We grow to become like that which we love. In the reflection of it, it naturally follows that the second greatest commandment would be, “Love your neighbor as yourself.” “All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” What happens when you love your neighbor as yourself? You partake in the expression of the personality of God and you simultaneously reveal to yourself what you are. We are each a singular, individualized expression of the totality of it all. Once we are able to love indiscriminately each and every individualized other, we manifest the unity of cosmic love in every moment we inhabit, which then becomes a single, eternal, enduring moment into which spills both the past and future becoming an everlasting now.

Is this easy? It is the simplest thing in the world but the mind complicates it and the heart subdivides it into its priorities; but not if there is only one priority. The level of ones spiritual state is determined by the level of complexity one contains. Each complexity resolved drops or raises the consciousness into an ever deeper singularity, until only one consideration remains. It is no longer a compound. It is an elemental, essential oneness that cannot be defined or seen in parts since there are no parts. There is no longer anything apart. The viewer and that which is viewed are the same. It's child's play and that may be why 'a little child shall lead them.'

For myself, I was born to be as I am, based on what or who I had been. It was a little like 'casting out 9's'. Life experiences eliminated everything that was secondary to the primary drive. This is the beauty of disappointment. Once everything that has disappointed you has been eliminated from your life, you are left with only that which cannot disappoint ...but which had been previously concealed by all the pending disappointments that still had some kind of fascination attached to them. After awhile all the sounds and colors have been reduced to a stationary stillness that is easily mistaken for peace because it is peace; the absence of conflict and controversy. It eventually becomes clear that the only war taking place is the one in your mind that due to it being present, sees it in everything it encounters. You carry the war with you and you will most certainly wind up on a battlefield.

The more pure a fire the less there will be smoke. Let the heart burn with impure desire and the smoke will cloud your vision. A gas stove creates a blue flame with a white crown. We can adjust our interior fires and a vision will come into the mind, reflexively.

It never fails to amuse, hearing people argue about religious and spiritual matters and which certainly will render the latter non spiritual. The former already is. The planets each have their colors and their particular sound and the symphony generated by their interplay creates the kaleidoscope of existence and the music of the spheres. The more one's dance is in resonance and harmony with the planets, the more one is detached from and free of the fruits of their formerly drunken and clumsy ballet. Instead of running into everything it all flows around you. It flows through you instead of... what?

Instead of it weighing you down, it lifts you up. It's the same thing either way but your relationship is entirely different in each case. People will do what they want to do and reap the rewards or suffer the consequences accordingly. You can't tell them anything. They have to come to this understanding on their own. This is why exampling is such a useful feature of being. Many a desperate soul will look at the pain and chaos of their existence and throw their hands up in despair. Occasionally they will see an expression of it taking place that is free of chaos and pain and possibly they will say to themselves, “perhaps I should try that.” and sometimes they do. The truly fortunate persist in it and become free.

The most important aspect of Love is that at a certain point it is conscious and it has representatives who move among us and others who vibrate an intelligence and awareness that is contagious and transformative. You cannot change it but it can and will change you, if you put yourself in the way of it. It burns away the dross of our being, which is the Karma that orchestrates every experience we go through; the positive objective of this is liberation. “Success is speedy for the energetic.”

One can turn on the wheel of fire through lifetime after lifetime, suffering as they go, rattling the chains of their captivity in the confinement of self-deluding ignorance, or one can have it burned away and be transformed into a creature of light. This is the most fortunate of times for those who are prepared for and desirous of its occurrence.

Like a wind that never never stops blowing
Like a stream that never never stops flowing
In the way my love keeps right on growing
through every mad escape into wonder on my way to you

Because you are everything to me
Yes you are everything to me
as far just as far as I can see
Yeah you are everything to me


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I was wondering what my job is. My job is not the corruption of the world. That is god's job. I am not concerned with whether Trump is corrupt. Of course he is. I'm very glad that Hillary did not get elected because that might have meant chaos down on the ground that I walk upon in an immediate fashion, in tandem with a hyper drive of strange sex lawmaking. With Trump...

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I was wondering what my job is. My job is not the corruption of the world. That is god's job. I am not concerned with whether Trump is corrupt. Of course he is. I'm very glad that Hillary did not get elected because that might have meant chaos down on the ground that I walk upon in an immediate fashion, in tandem with a hyper drive of strange sex lawmaking. With Trump there is some breathing space. God will handle all those details. My job is to handle me. I am doubly glad that the ridiculous sexual perversity political, money and power grabbing, putsch is going to come to a screaming halt.

Were we right about Kanye or were we right?

Over the last several days we spent some hours watching network TV. We watched; “The View”, “The Real”, “Maury”, somebody named something like “Steve Wilcox”, Wendy”, 3 minutes of The Kardashians (all we could stand) and snippets of all sorts of things, ranging from treacle to animated stool specimens and all of these, we noted, are produced by Tribe members. Why did we put ourselves through this? We wanted to check the pulse of the sleeping classes, to see if there were some insight we could gain into the manner in which their minds work and do not work and we thought that if we watched shows that millions of them watch that we might get some insight.

What portion of the consciousness of those watching these dreadful programs is programmed in such a way that these presentations are rendered either entertaining or informative? Let us prologue this with a short segue into the relationship that exists between those who produce these Satanic offspring and those who are hypnotized by them. Obviously, those who produce and promote these spectacles are doing it to fixate the minds of the sleeping class on the subject matter acted out or under discussion. It stands to reason that the nature of the garbage is of the most banal, superficial and suggestively prurient available. It seems that the intention is to present the human race as a deevolutionary joke. It is designed to make us look bad in our own eyes.

It has long been recognized, long before Edward Bernays, that people can be easily programmed by various means, or rather a combination of them; saturation, a continuing consistency of manufactured POV, cross platform ubiquity and related applications. We note that every national news programs, no matter what the channel, or seeming level of competition, are pandering to one demographic or the other, either neon-liberal or conservative. They take up the issues of the day and they paint them according to the studies made in relation to the areas of residence in which their reportage is seen. People are told that black is blue and then they begin to see blue where there is black. They are told that green is red and they begin to see red (is that a double entendre?)

The programmers have been at this sort of thing for awhile. We're told that Albert Pike predicted things to come a long time ago that have now arrived. So... slowly and now much faster, they have burrowed into government, the educational fields and every information outlet with any significant reach. They have hijacked and shanghaied the vast majority of all entertainment fields and are rigorously involved in promoting what they want seen and heard and censuring what they do not. This is how we come to have a preponderance of Kanye clones and no inspired artists whatsoever. We have Ariana Grande and no Joni Mitchells. We have the authentic replaced by the processed, with everything of value removed and everything of no value added. The same can be said of food, medical treatment, the integrity of public servants, the objectives of lawyers; actually that last remains pretty much unchanged. I could go on and on but you get the picture. Is the picture blurred for you? Therein lies the real question and the answer to why such a portion of the public is seduced in the ways they are and why to some of us it seems inexplicable that they could be seduced by such transparent bullshit.

I think I have discovered the warp and woof of it. Those engaged in the deceptions are agents of the Father of Lies and that is why they are engaged in the production and proliferation of them and; what is the thing that galvanizes the attention of those drawn to these productions? It is the false self. Whatever portion of that which is resident in us, is that part of us that is magnetized by the lies. It goes without saying (so why am I saying it?) that those of us who are naturally drawn to the truth are also engaged in the destruction of the false self within, or that it is a natural result of the pursuit of truth and it accounts for that portion of us that is not drawn to or magnetized by the lies.

On the one hand, the false self is being added unto by the day and that is the point of the enterprise. It is all a game of souls in the time of harvesting. Two forces are at work; Mammon and the ineffable. The compassion of the ineffable is so great that even though many are lost, he cannot help but throw them a lifeline if they are able to see it and is giving them every opportunity to see it and that explains the apocalypse.

What recognizes the devil is the false self and those who deceive us, magnetically attract that self in us. Those whose sight has been opened see the true God. The false self sees the false God and the true self sees the true god, although no one has seen god at any time, unless it is god seeing god, which is how it happens (by reflection), when it happens ..and is something that any or all of us have to look forward to should we prevail in the sincere effort to accomplish it. It is the certain result of godhead, which is the certain result of the single force drawn or driven up and in, as opposed to down and out (is that a double entendre?)

It is one force with a double persona, the image of which is a reflection of the consciousness of the perceiver. The objective of an apocalypse, is a forced opening of the eyes of the dreamers and it can be either a bliss drenched wonderland, or a personal Hell, outpictured by the one viewing it as a consequence of being awakened in a particular manner. This is the personal choice area of response to the all pervading influence of the ineffable; the choice we make according to the real definition of free will. One can either bend to the will of that which cannot be opposed, or one can be driven in the direction of their greatest weakness for the purpose of demonstration. We are often perplexed with the question of 'why' did so and so do such and such? It is baffling that someone would destroy their life by doing something seemingly out of character for them. However, it is never out of character and 'character is fate'. Apocalypse is uncovering, revealing; make the connection. Apocalypse is a force that uncovers what is hidden and reveals what is repressed. If madness is concealed then madness will be revealed. For those who have humbled themselves before the force of cosmic love, there is only the divine madness of an ever greater capacity for love. The correspondent bonus is the ever increasing internal presence of the author of Love. It is simplicity itself. You have to host something. Something is influencing your heart and mind. If you haven't placed your focus, your focus will be placed for you.

I don't like to place too much emphasis on astrology because I believe, as Paracelsus said; “It is said that a wise man rules over the stars, but this does not mean that he rules over the influences which come from the stars in the sky. It means that he rules over the powers which exist in his own constitution." That said, most of life is predictable because the stage is set by the influences generated by the interplay between the planets as they move in their courses. This means that situations and environments are created by relationships that come and go between the planetary forces which operate external to us but which we resonate to internally. It's like the psychology test about meeting a bear in the woods; something along the lines of, “do you go around the bear, do you confront the bear or do you wait until the bear moves on.” This is where we find ourselves each and every day. Sometimes the wind is with us and sometimes the wind is neutral and sometimes the wind is against us.

If we let life arrange how we respond to the bear, or the challenges that come every day; and the bear is those challenges then... we are trapped in a mathematical predictability. If we rely on the ineffable the ineffable will show us the way.

Though an astute astrologer can predict the general area of conditions in certain periods, it is much harder to predict how individuals will react to those conditions. Some of us react en masse (like fish in an aquarium) and some of us react individually and often at odds with the mass. Being right doesn't always make you popular; “walking in all ways contrary to the world.” The problem with astrologers is their level of objectivity. Only when the astrologer can remove the personal from their observations is their vision made clear enough to see beneath the surface of appearances. One cannot hope to envision without the intuitive aspect. True knowledge, real insight and shining clarity come from the same place that everything of value comes from; the ineffable.

I hate to harp on certain issues but they are the most seriously critical issues that exist in life and they can all be reduced to one issue. What do you value? “Where your heart is, there are your treasures also.” It you take nothing else away from the day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year exercises that take place here... take that with you. It could well be all you ever need and that brings us back to the primary effort that should be the most overpowering drive in us; self inquiry. It is through self inquiry that we discover what it is that we value. It is not enough to say that you believe something to be true because it sounds like the high road answer to the low road options we find all around us. You have to know why you believe something and you have to know that what you say you value is what you really value, otherwise it's just words like all the rest of the farts in a windstorm that surround us. When the greater tests come, your greatest defense is the degree of truth in what you rely on like the house built on sand; 'how firm a foundation?' Make it something real or you will be rendered false when you come up against what is real.


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Life keeps toodlin along. You think it's going to go that way and it goes this way. You think this will happen and it doesn't, no... that happens. According to many diverse and uninformed sources, the world should already be gone and us with it... rapture should have come and gone... Armageddon should now just be some smoldering wreckage, amusement park. All those...

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Life keeps toodlin along. You think it's going to go that way and it goes this way. You think this will happen and it doesn't, no... that happens. According to many diverse and uninformed sources, the world should already be gone and us with it... rapture should have come and gone... Armageddon should now just be some smoldering wreckage, amusement park. All those coffins by the side of the road in; was it Georgia? They should all be filled by now. This person says the conspiracy angle is bunk.

The Georgia Guide Stones are gone. I've no idea if that link will clear anything up for you. I didn't even read it (grin). I just scanned the first part to see if it had enough generic information for whomever comes here and doesn't know what they are and where the Hell is Niburu? I'm guessing Niburu is traveling here along the cosmic version of snail mail; possibly on the back of a massive snail with electro-magnetic capacity but real slow regardless.

By now, according to many who have been serving us rumor and speculation for decades, World War Three should have already come and gone. Benjamin Fulford has been threatening the arrival of the Yakuza and multicolored ninjas, who are going to kick international banker ass or someone's ass. Alex Jones showed up with some guy the other day to tell us how Assange was going to release devastating Hillary Clinton info on ELECTION DAY! What possible good would that have done? I didn't see anything much but it gave Alex 'the 24 carat fraud' Jones a chance to mention that the Saudis did 9/11 again. He sounds like a croaking toad these days and yet people will still defend him to me.

Then there is Sorcha Faal (such a fool).

The times when someone has predicted something correctly are so rare that I can't remember any of them. The preppers are still waiting for the shit to hit. It's trying to gain momentum out there in the American cities, courtesy of George Soros and the cabal of international Satanic Bankers. If you want to know who is doing it; Cui Bono. Follow the money. It's simple.

Then you get stuff like this. According to this cat, everyone (except me... heh heh) is working for them. Very strange; ♫99 bottles of beer on the wall♫ I've been called an 'organic portal'. I don't even know what that is and... a neanderthal- here's the text that accompanies my photo; “Another wolf in sheep's clothing who is pretending to be a "truth seeker". He is also a musician and author. He calls himself "Les Visible".” It's down toward the bottom of the page. Look at the company I am in! It's pretty heady stuff. I'm a total nobody. Why would I be in this group?

The amount of confusion and disinformation out there is amazing. Meanwhile, some of us are sincerely trying to do the right thing- even if we don't know what that is. I would like to be judged according to those I promote and study and emulate. I don't mind being judged by things I have done. They're pretty penny ante as far as the negative activities and hardly compare to the read evil doers. I'm just a guy that occasionally makes mistakes, like anyone. I'm also a fellow who learns from them. That is the key. I think you can judge someone according to their aspirations and intentions. I'm not saying you should. I am only saying you can; at least for the purpose of putting their behavior into perspective. What is judgment anyway? On one hand there is impartial objectivity and on the other there is passionate adversity and possible injury. There are so many degrees of it all; a never ending Rolodex of chiaroscuro variables. What does it all mean? I have no idea.

I have personally been reduced to one motivation; Love the ineffable. Some of us have perfected this and that is beyond description by anyone standing outside of it. Some of us are in pursuit and often unaware of what Milton once said, “They also serve who only stand and wait.”

Here it is as I am able to see it, in all it's refracted and mysterious nature; seek the ineffable above every other possibility of effort in any theater of operations that you may find yourself in. Anything... no matter what it is, if you pursue it to the exclusion of everything else, it will be yours.

There isn't more that one can say. It really does reduce to just that and simple logic proves it. If the ineffable is the all in all; the creator of the planes and the personnel and the source of every form and permutation of power there is then... what other objective should any sane and sincere seeker pursue? Whether one is good or evil, the objective should still be the same. We've learned that good and evil are relative polarities and defining either of them in any comprehensive and lasting way is impossible. They switch places depending on who is defining them and even when they are defined by large groups of people, what appears to be good, very often turns out to be evil. History shows that clearly.

More and more I understand why so many of us seek solitude from the roar of the maddening crowd. I used to think I wanted a community; something one could put together according to shared ideals and thereby create a living situation outside the world of appetites that surround us; something simple and yet capable of manifesting a communal joy... a launching pad into realms of splendor for those so inclined. I've adjusted my feelings about that. These days I think the real achievement is to be in the community wherever you may be. It is something you carry with you as you go and something you generate through the possession of a sense of brotherhood which immediately causes a resonance in the hearts of everyone wherever you may be, whether that be a prison or a paradise.

As Lao Tzu says;

“If the sign of life is in your face
He who responds to it
Will feel secure and fit
As when, in a friendly place,
Sure of hearty care,
A traveler gladly waits.
Though it may not taste like food
And he may not see the fare
Or hear a sound of plates,
How endless it is and how good!”

So... I take it there must be a place of solitude within that is untroubled by the crowds and confusion and if you have to run from that, it remains the master of you. This is not to say that one is not immensely improved by locating an environment untroubled by pedestrian hungers and perversions. Many who are far wiser than I have found a convincing solace in such locations. However, I have come to believe that one can have this anywhere if one has it at all.

I cannot shake the idea that if God is everywhere then one might be okay anywhere. Then I have to consider that Hell is anywhere that God is absent but... if God is everywhere then that must mean that God is in Hell as well but only seems not to be and that... that leads me to the thought of the Devil and the Ineffable. The Ineffable has his throne in Heaven and the Devil has his throne in Hell. Therefore the Devil is God as he appears to those who dwell in Hell. It's a matter of perception that is formed out of the qualities of a person's heart, which is the motivator of their actions, which accounts for the Karma that puts them wherever it is that they imagine themselves to be. This leads me further to speculate on one's residence in Heaven, or Hell or anywhere in between... or beyond. It seems like it might all be a mindset, which leads me to consideration of Buddha-Mind. Ah well... we are journeying about on a raft of words that float on an ocean of thought, where the raft is formed out of water congealed into shape and all of it is temporary.

For a lot of people, temporary is fine. Temporary is as far as their thought takes them. Consideration of more far reaching possibilities disturbs and unsettles them. They worry about what that might mean in relation to all these very important temporary things that occupy their efforts and their minds. Many people do not want their idea of reality to be challenged by something that has the power to change it all. You got to be a certain kind of person to want to welcome this kind of change into your life. This is not a common sentiment.

There are some very different kinds of people coming into the world these days. They might have been pretty much like everyone else that came before but they're being differently programmed than the people that came before and there is a massive amount of new influences impacting on them, not to mention all the new sexual types and terms.

Here's a listing with a welter of nonsensical explanations;

Agender (non-gender):
“Not identifying with any gender, the feeling of having no gender.” (HTWG) “a term used to describe a person without gender. This person can be any physical sex, but their body does not necessarily correspond with their lack of gender identity”

Androgyne:
1. A person whose biological sex is not readily apparent.
2. A person who is intermediate between the two traditional genders.
3. A person who rejects gender roles entirely.”

Bigender:
Bigender people identify as two genders simultaneously, or move between them. This is not limited to man/woman and can include other genders.

(Nonbinary) Butch:
“Holding a nonbinary gender identity and a butch gender expression, or claiming Butch as an identity outside of the gender binary”

Ceterosexual/Ceteroromantic:
“Ceterosexual/romantic is sexual/romantic attraction to individuals who’s genders fall under the nonbinary umbrella. This term used to be called skoliosexual/romantic but was renamed because the prefix “skolio-” means “bent or crooked” which implies nonbinary individuals are abnormal or broken (and they no doubt are) . The new prefix “cetero” means “other” This term is exclusive to trans and/or nonbinary individuals. This is because many nonbinary individuals thought that this term could be seen as fetishistic.” It is unclear whether this terminology will stick — and some folks are still using skoliosexual — or if something new or more specific to certain GQ/NB identity attraction will arise.

Crossdresser:
“A person who, regardless of motivation, wears clothes, makeup, etc. that are considered by the culture to be appropriate for another gender but no one’s own (preferred term to “transvestite”). This gender non-conforming behavior should not be conflated with queer sexualities. Many cross-dressers are heterosexual and conduct their cross-dressing on a part-time basis. Cross-dressing might also be termed gender non-conforming behavior.”

Demigender:
Demi- identities encompass those who identify partially as a given gender. Some common terms are demigirl, demiboy, demienby, and demiflux. Some related terms are nanogirl/nanoboy and magigirl/magiboy to refer to a small amount of a given gender mixed with more of another/other genders, and a large amount of a given gender mixed with more of another/other genders, respectively.

Enby:
Derived from abbreviation NB for non-binary. Enbyfriend can be used as a neutral romantic or sexual partner term.

Epicene:
“The term epicene literally means “common to both sexes.” It sometimes refers to individuals who have characteristics of both genders or someone who cannot be classified as one sex or the other. Most often, it refers to effeminate males.”

(Nonbinary) Femme:
“Holding a nonbinary gender identity and a femme gender expression, or claiming Femme as an identity outside of the gender binary.”

Gender fluid:
“Referring to a gender identity that changes with time and/or situation as opposed to a fix sex-role or gender queer expression”

Genderflux:
Similar to gender fluid, but involving a shift in gender “intensity”.

GenderFuck:
“The idea of playing with gender cues to purposely confuse, mix, or combine a culture’s standard or stereotypical gender expressions.”

Genderless:
“Someone who does not have a gender at all. Some people just don’t “get” gender or feel like they have no gender, or a lack of gender, or an absence of gender.”

Gender neutral:
May refer to identities, clothing, or behavior that are not easily categorized as masculine or feminine or a blend of the two (androgyny). See also neutrois.

Girlfag:
“A woman who is very attracted to gay/bi men. She may (or may not) also feel she is (fully or partly) a “gay man in a woman’s body”. Girlfags may identify primarily as bi or straight or lesbian, and are often attracted to more types of people than just gay/bi men.”

Graygender:
"A person who identifies as (at least partially) outside the gender binary and has a strong natural ambivalence about their gender identity or gender expression. They feel they have a gender(s), as well as a natural inclination or desire to express it, but it’s weak and/or somewhat indeterminate/indefinable, or they don’t feel it most of the time, or they’re just not that invested in it.”

Guydyke:
“A man who is very attracted to lesbian/bi women. He may (or may not) also feel he is (fully or partly) a “lesbian in a man’s body”. Guydykes may identify primarily as bi or straight or gay, and are often attracted to more types of people than just lesbian/bi women.”

Intergender:
“A person whose gender identity is between genders or a combination of genders.”

Neutrois:
“There is no one definition of Neutrois, since each person that self-identifies as such experiences their gender differently. The most common ones are: neutral-gender, null-gender, neither male nor female ,genderless, agender.”

Pangender:
“A person whose gender identity is comprised of many gender expressions.”

Pomosexual:
“The queer erotic reality beyond the boundaries of gender, separatism, and essentialist notions of sexual orientation”. Generally used conceptually rather than a stand-alone identity term.

Third Gender:
Term often used in anthropological studies to set apart identities other than man or woman that appear across different cultures. Can have colonial connotations, use with caution. See also Gilbert H. Herdt’s Third Sex, Third Gender: Beyond Sexual Dimorphism in Culture and History (1996) and Serena Nanda’s Gender Diversity: Crosscultural Variations.

Trigender:
“People who feel they are neither male nor female, but not androgynous either and construct their own gender.” (HTWG) Trigender may also be used to refer to one who moves between three genders, as bigender is used to refer to those who move between two genders.

Transmasculine:
“Transmasculine is a term used to describe transgender people who were assigned female at birth, but identify with masculinity to a greater extent than with femininity. This includes trans men, but transmasculine can also describe someone with a non-binary gender who views themselves as significantly masculine, such as demiguys. Transmasculine can also be used as a gender identity in its own right. Although they have masculine gender identities, transmasculine people may prefer not to conform to stereotypical masculine gender expression or gender roles.”

Transfeminine:
“Transfeminine is a term used to describe transgender people who were assigned male at birth, but identify with femininity to a greater extent than with masculinity. This includes trans women, but transfeminine can also describe someone with a non-binary gender who views themselves as significantly feminine, such as demigirls. Transfeminine can also be used as a gender identity in its own right. Although they have feminine gender identities, transfeminine people may prefer not to conform to stereotypical feminine gender expression or gender roles.”

Transmedicalist/“Truscum” and Tucute/“Tupuke”/“Transtrender”:
There is an ongoing debate between people who believe that dysphoria and desire to medical transition are essential to identifying as transgender, and those who do not find these aspects to be requirements for transgender identity, associated with the above words and corresponding slang. Some people who do not experience dysphoria are thought to be trying on a gender identity as a “trend”. See here for a good run-down of the history behind this debate.


Concepts:

Gender Identity:
Gender can refer to sense of self (gender identity), perception of self by others (including gender recognition or misgendering), behavior, expression, and role. There are both psychological (arising in the mind) and socio-cultural (determined by others, ideas about what is masculine and feminine, and role expectation) aspects of gender.

Pronouns:
“There are several non-gender specific pronouns that some people opt to use to describe themselves. “Hir” is used to replace “her” and “him.” “S/he” or “ze” is used instead of “he” and “she.” If you are unsure of how a person identifies or what pronouns to use, it never hurts to ask politely.”

Queer:
“Originally a synonym for “odd,” this term—as both noun and adjective—became a derogatory epithet for gay men and lesbians in the twentieth century, especially in the United States, where it emphasized the alleged “unnaturalness” of homosexuality. Although many people still use “queer” as an anti-gay slur, there emerged a movement in the 1980s that sought to reclaim the term and rob it of its negative meaning.

In this usage, “queer” is an inclusive umbrella term that designates all those who are sexually dissident, even if they are not strictly homosexual, and all “transgressive” forms of sexuality. Many lesbians and gay men, transsexuals, bisexuals, and even heterosexuals whose sexuality does not fit into the cultural standard of monogamous heterosexual marriage have adopted the “queer” label. Some gay men and lesbians, however, remembering the hurt caused by its pejorative meaning, dislike the term, even in its “reclaimed” usage, and feel that it has the effect of diluting the specificity of the narrower categories. The term is sometimes used as a verb. To queer something is to replace normative, heterosexual values with values of minority sexualities, in effect, to make non-normative values the norm.”

Questioning:
“Being uncertain of one’s sexual orientation or gender identity.”


I'm sorry to put this great steaming lump of offal into an Origami but it is part of what we are up against as we make our way in this world. It's not something we have to pay attention to. I certainly don't but... it's good to know what forces are seeking to shape the way life is perceived by the many and to have an idea of what their intentions are... over the long term.


God be with you all.


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Welcome to Origami my dear friends. This is the number 779 posting at this blog. I don't know what that means but it's a lot of posts. We hope that some of them will have been of value to you.

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Welcome to Origami my dear friends. This is the number 779 posting at this blog. I don't know what that means but it's a lot of posts. We hope that some of them will have been of value to you.

We like to talk about Love a great deal here. We spent decades studying in the Hermetic and Occult Sciences where abstruse concepts and complex schematics are the general nature of the various systems that exist in these areas of inquiry. I used to have some facility with them. I could talk about them in a knowledgeable way. Whether I actually had any real and useful knowledge is another thing. At least I could talk about these subjects as if I knew what I was talking about.

Time went by and it became more and more apparent to me that knowing a great deal about certain subjects did not necessarily convey a power of operation in them. I studied palmistry for some time. I knew what all the lines and mounts, digits and bracelets and sundry meant. I knew which hand meant whatever it meant in relation to the other hand but... what I did not have was the single most important element. I did not have the intuitive feed. I studied the Tarot and esoteric astrology and various systems of mind control that hearkened back to earlier times. I studied a lot of things because I had a real thirst for arcane information but I lacked the intuitive feel in all of them except esoteric astrology and in the matter of the Tarot I did have some amount of facility in the areas where fortune telling was not a consideration. I always felt that using the Tarot for fortune telling was unfortunate behavior. Not only did it make you dependent on a method that, except in very rare circumstances, proved to be both deceptive and inefficient but... why seek to read the future when you could change the future?

Meditation on the Tarot archetypes will transform your mental state and the very construction of it. This meditation will awaken the archetypes in you so that they resonate in your being with the world external to you. This doesn't mean difficult conditions will not come upon you. What it means is that you will be on a shorter and faster track to illumination of some kind; we won't be going into that today.

I studied and I studied and I studied and I learned to parse and debate and state, within the parameters of the science and even in a comparative sense with other sciences but I didn't know anything of value in the sense that I could apply what I had learned to real time accomplishments and achievements in the manifest in a supernatural manner. Sure, this kind of thing happens on a regular basis in my life but not because I have anything to do with it.

All of this takes me back to the words of The Preacher in Ecclesiastes; “vanity, all is vanity,” and “there is nothing new under the sun.” It has taken me more years than I wish it had, to learn that only Love is worth the pursuit of it and the Love of the Ineffable is the greatest Love of all. Nothing that I have learned in all of the mystery sciences is the equal of this understanding, nor do any of them have anywhere near the value of it.

Here is what I have learned, Love God. I am not speaking in a religions sense because in these times you can't swing a dead cat in a condo closet without hitting a false prophet. False prophets come in all sizes. They are not all the equal of the Anti-Christ, whoever that might be, like The Pasto and the Anti-Pasto. A false prophet is anyone who manipulates the emotional and mental bodies of their fellows for personal gain, even if that gain is only influence, influence of this kind usually transforms into personal profit on some level. It might be material gain. It might be sexual favors. It might be psychopathic gratification of some kind and it can take place in a small country church just as easily as in a mega church or a massive television ministry.

The Aquarian Age is upon us and as a result, all of the long entrenched and much- changed over time- religions are on their way out. The collective faith of humanity is being shaken to its roots and the old ways are passing away. This does not mean that the true teachings of the true teachers will pass away but they will be presented in a new light that is relative to the needs of a new age. The Aquarian Age is supposed to be The Age of Brotherhood and that tells me that the avatar will appear in the collective human heart, where a place has been prepared for it. It will not appear where the false self is occupying the space necessary for the indwelling divine to reside.

One does not need to be a follower or practitioner of any particular dogma or form of ritual. One needs only to Love the divine who is one's own higher self and the reason for this is that that higher self will draw our true self up into its aura of influence, or rather reveal itself to is as our true self. We are all divinity in the process of discovery and unfoldment and Love is the means and the mechanism that can accomplish this. As we reject and expel all of what is false and extraneous in ourselves, we make room for the indwelling divine. Once we have driven all of it out of ourselves, the divine will come forth in our hearts and reign over all things from the throne room within.

I have no further use or need for occult information. I am not in the market for anything that is on the market. I can be very glib about some of these things because of a very good memory and an analytic mind that has not lost its objectivity and which doesn't play favorites in terms of what I want people to think, that is their area of authority and has nothing to do with me but... all the glibness and capacity for articulation in the world is not going to serve the deeper needs of humanity. It might gain you followers and it might get you on some talk circuit and book signing tours and you can lecture to your heart's content at New Age conventions and seminars and you'll just be one more Tom Fool among all the rest of the Gleem smiling androids, who pander to the gullible the world over. It will, guaranteed, also get you in the kind of trouble for which I will run long distances to avoid.

Put yourself on a pedestal or allow others to do it for you and you might as well paint a target on your back at the same time. The divine and his angels and emissaries see all of this. They see every montebank and charlatan. They see into every sincere and corrupt heart and judgments are passed concerning what phases and states you will be taken through to wake you the Hell up. I would prefer to sidestep the hard massage of Karma upon my being.

Love the ineffable and everything else will take care of itself. Love the ineffable with all the intensity that you can muster and your intensity will grow and grow; “success is speedy for the energetic.” God is watching. We need to get into a fluid and continuous mindset of certitude concerning this. We need to remind ourselves through every day that God is watching. God is looking at the world through our very own eyes. We may have convinced ourselves that we alone are seeing and that we alone have access to our mind and heart but this is assuredly not the case. God is everywhere, after one fashion or another. When one has brought their heart and mind to the assurance of the endless presence of God in our being and all around us and yet magically and mystically apart as well, then we will begin to resonate with that ubiquitous presence and it will move through us in an active expression of itself.

There was a saint, named St Denis, who is the patron saint of Paris. They cut off his head and he picked it up and put it under his arm and walked off with it. Do I believe this happened in the exact details given? I don't know. What I do know is that there have been many similar stories. One similar is to be found in Autobiography of a Yogi.

Look into the tales that are recorded concerning Appolonius of Tyana (the links will take you to a fuller study of his life) and many, many another unusual character, who has walked among us here over the ages. Some of them had a vast reservoir of occult knowledge and some of them were in possession of divine Love. Some had both. I would prefer to be one of those who carries the love of God in my heart and I want for nothing more. I don't need to know all of these complexities and these complexities go on and on forever. There are just so many of them. If you have ever looked into Tantra then you have some idea of how intricate the complexities can be. I am not equal to the possession of such information. As fine a mind as I have I am a simple fellow and I can get into trouble very quickly when I get out of my depth and I have no desire to test those waters.

So I say to you all, seek the source of all knowledge worth having. Seek the reservoir of immeasurable Love. Seek the source of every good and righteous thing and Love it with all the force that is possible for you and anything you do need to know will be given to you at the time you need it. “Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all else will be added unto you.”


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I would like, within the limitations of my ability, to talk a little about Bhakti Yoga today; which for me is the only legitimate fast track to the divine that exists for the present and the least dangerous of all the options out there.

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I would like, within the limitations of my ability, to talk a little about Bhakti Yoga today; which for me is the only legitimate fast track to the divine that exists for the present and the least dangerous of all the options out there.

My life keeps going by and I step in and out of it. These days I spend a great deal of my time in reflection, as well as preparation for my ongoing journey. It might be awhile yet and it may be right around the corner, either is fine with me. I have come to understand that loving the divine is so very, very much easier, once all the distractions that the greatest majority of us live with; are in pursuit of, or which predominates over all of the esoteric alternatives are... gone.

Without my even being aware of it, at first, nearly all of the usual human attractions and compulsions just slipped out the door and haven't returned. I find myself watching life behind some kind of glass. It's a movie that is being screened in the mind but once the film in the projector has been changed, ordinary life becomes irrelevant and one can immerse themselves in more important considerations.

One still goes to the supermarket. One still eats and excretes. One sleeps and awakens in the dream. One drives and walks and watches and listens to all of the sounds of the world around them but the effect of all of it has changed.

Last night (as happens a couple of times a month) I laid in my bed and did not sleep most of the night. So I did as I usually do and repeated, “I love you.” over and over and over On this night there was an atmosphere of static and confusion and I could not seem to break through it. Images of the past spiraled through to haunt me over mistakes made and opportunities missed. The Voice entered and said, “Do not occupy your mind with thoughts of what is past. These have all been paid for through your suffering. They are not relevant anymore.” Try telling that to the monkey mind. However, the point is that regardless of the static and confusion and the seeming distance between myself and the divine, I did not allow any of these distractions to deter me from the continuous repetition of, “I love you.” I felt the obstacles that hung in the air. I felt all the barriers that occasionally come and go and are sometimes not there at all and I just kept at it. I studiously ignored whatever it was that was interfering with my efforts and I told myself that I would not allow anything to intrude, no matter how much it did intrude; no matter what the difficulty might be I would persevere and I did. I fell asleep at some point. I awoke this AM and said, “Good morning Lord.” It is another day and I do not want to forget that every day given to me is an opportunity to celebrate the almighty, no matter how far away the almighty might 'seem' to be and no matter how difficult the effort might become.

The path of Love is not an easy cruise to some literal or metaphorical Caribbean island. Though we paint it as the only sure and certain route here, this does not mean it is also an easy route. There is bound to be opposition. In times of material darkness there are agents of that darkness who seek to hinder and hamper our efforts and often- these days- no real efforts are even made. The world seems to be swept away in a tidal wave of garbage and noxious dreams that spin themselves out of perverted daylight. Humanity is there to be found in the midst at all times but it takes a concerted determination to rise and greet it at every turn where it seeks to appear. To me, this is the real work... to move through the murk of this gray-scale existence and reach out to every hungry and troubled heart with some portion of the sunlight we are all given for the purpose of sharing.

If we are cheap with our sunlight, the amount of sunlight given will decrease and further decrease until we find ourselves in darkness. I refer you to the parable from Jesus the Christ where he gave the example of the three men to whom a certain amount of talent were given. So it is when you are kept awake in the night and you strive and reach for unity with the ineffable and you get nowhere... you continue and continue as if, at any moment, you will achieve that unity and you will not cease until you do; even if it is a thousand times a thousand nights, even if you are in prison or confined in even greater distress in the houses of the rich. You do not deter. You do not immerse yourself in comforting distractions. One day the sun will rise in your heart and there will be no further static or confusions.

The love of God is a consuming fire and fortunate is the one so consumed. It is important to understand that such a Love will demand everything of you and such a Love will try and test you to discover the level of your dedication and sincerity; “Many are called but few are chosen.” I am reminded of that short but powerful poem by Stephen Crane, “The Wayfarer.” The reality of this great and singular quest is precisely as the poem describes and there have been many souls who have discovered the truth of it as they went surging forward in all their temporary and unchallenged zeal, right up until they saw that every blade of grass was not a blade of grass.

Imagine in your own life and in your own mind, how often you forget about the ineffable and how often petty and incidental concerns arise in your thoughts to take you away. Later you can often not remember what these concerns were but you can certainly remember that they were of small importance, since you often cannot even remember what they were. When we look back on our lives we can't recall how we got where we got at all. Life is filled with things of small importance. For me, it is critical to remember that there are forces that are actively engaged in steering us wrong and placing obstacles in our way and it is even more critical to recall certain clues such as this one from “The Lord's Prayer.” “Lead us not into temptation.” Every agency that places obstacles and lures upon our path are not entities of the dark side. Lord Ganesha is portrayed with two items. One of them ensnares us and one of them frees us. Regardless of whatever religious schematic you may consider the nature and ruling power of the universe through, the similarities are glaring for the objectively minded. Unfortunately for many we live in a time of punishing subjectivity. It tends to influence the way we think and feel and behave. It takes a strong and inspired heart to break free and a steadfast intention to continue to that point.

The rate and intensity of contention between and among us seems to increase by the day, according to the divide and conquer philosophy that guides the game plans of those who serve the Prince of Darkness. In this time of the harvesting of souls, it is of critical importance to both sides of the equation in this truly important time... in what direction we are swayed.

I can truthfully say that recent years, until the beginning of this one, have been extremely difficult for me. Strangely enough, during some of the most difficult and inexplicable events, I just moved through it as if it were of no consequence at all, even though they were life and circumstance changing and might have caused me no end of grief ...but it all seemed like a passing dream to me. I didn't get angry. I was filled with wonder that it happened and uninformed as to the meaning of any of it. It passed and I moved on from one situation to another, to the one I find myself in and it's all behind me there and of no present relevance. I could have gotten angry, or fearful, or despairing or depressed but none of this occurred and I do not chalk this up to any great strength or fortitude on my part. It is as if the ineffable has been slowly but surely slipping ever deeper into my life and every challenge and trauma was just one more act on the part of the ineffable to distract me from the reality of the almighty taking up residence in my life. I realize now that it is not what happens to you that is most meaningful but it is how you react to it. Once you have stilled the reactive mind you are closer to your real home than you might imagine.

Loving God will draw the divine to you because the almighty is helpless before the sincere love of any soul. It has been said in many Eastern texts that the ineffable is the slave of Love. We must consider that this implies being a willing slave because the almighty is not subject to anything that the almighty does not choose to be subject to.

Love the divine with all your heart and soul and mind and the Lord will return it in kind. This is what I believe and this is what I am inspired to speak of. Let this Love permeate your existence and see every event in your life as a blessing and it will surely prove to be so. Remember that every incident in your life, no matter how insignificant it may seem, is a particular dealing of the ineffable with your soul.


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I like where I live. I wish it were a little larger and had an actual yard but I'm not complaining. I thought I would help my friends find a new place to live but I learned something; don't go looking for something other than what you have... let the divine take care of that. Put in a request and... if it meets with the divine will on your behalf, it will happen. Don't...

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I like where I live. I wish it were a little larger and had an actual yard but I'm not complaining. I thought I would help my friends find a new place to live but I learned something; don't go looking for something other than what you have... let the divine take care of that. Put in a request and... if it meets with the divine will on your behalf, it will happen. Don't push the river. I feel profoundly changed. For the first time in my life, I understand certain fundamental life truths; 'as they apply to me'. I cannot and will not speak for others but... I feel freer than I can remember being and all my life I have been told, “everything is under control” and “rely on me”. I wish I had gotten this sooner, viscerally, but I get it now and I don't have to concern myself with anything... anymore. It will be taken care of. My only concern should be to remember the almighty as often as I can and to see the almighty in everyone else; good or evil, it is up to me which aspect I bring out in anyone.

If the ineffable wants me somewhere, the ineffable will put me there. It is not my place to concern myself with how the ineffable achieves this. Details should not be my area of interest; vision and attentiveness are what I should be concerned with. Sometimes all it takes is for one to be able to recognize what is and is not germane to their area of industry. I feel like that has taken place.

I wish I could go and live in my mother's basement but my mother doesn't have a basement, except for the underworld. Yes... that's my mother... the origin of all things. I don't want to live in the underworld, except... I think this might be the underworld. See... the manifest is a reflection of the collective state of mind. In times of material darkness; ….........................enough said? In times of greater light and a higher condition of shared awareness... more luminous conditions apply. Here is an example of where it looks like things are headed...



...and in some cases already are. Right... ♫Don't bring me down♫ Where was I?

This posting wasn't meant to be about any of this. It was meant to be about friends ...because last night I was talking to one of mine about all manner of possibilities and lack thereof ...under the sun. We were talking about this world where power, position, wealth, fame and one's appearance, rules the parameters of the experiential bandwidths and what it must be like to be surrounded by people and have no friends and what it might be like to have none of the former but to possess real friends and... which would be preferential. I have observed this world and have noted that loneliness is king and regret is often the final resting place of one's existence. The whole point of having too much and missing every human aspect is to acquire the permanent taste of ashes in your mouth, just as a Cocaine habit is God's way of telling you you have too much money.

One thing you can be sure of is that life goes by, sometimes in hindsight, it is in the blink of an eye. It goes by while you are standing still, or racing ahead of it, in search of all the things that haven't happened yet but do occur while you aren't present. The reality of the deeper truths and beauties of life is that you have to be present to enjoy them and presence is a matter of depth or the lack of it. Those who Twitter upon the surface, wander blinded by the dust from a butterflies wings (did I actually say that? Hmmm...)

Though we are bobbing and weaving through fields of humor, here and there, this is a serious subject. It is a serious subject because it seriously impacts on life and often isn't noticed until it is too late to do anything about it. I am of the opinion that it is never too late until it is too late and it is never too late as long as you are still here; witness the tale of the thief on the cross alongside Jesus the Christ.

It's been clear to me that life is no more than a world wide school yard, where what you learn is directed toward getting left back, or occasionally skipping a grade or two. Or... you could think of it as boot camp, or even some endless rehab where you learn about all the things you could have been addicted to but didn't know about until you arrived at the rehab. I've seen people set on fire for strange attractions and dancing in a downward flaming spiral upon poisoned air. Beside them sit silent, motionless yogis, looking inward on worlds beyond anything known here or... looking inward on nothing at all.

We live in a world of drunken plankers plummeting from high rises, juxtaposed with expensive spankings, paid for via American Express by men who wear suits during the day and are later diapered up for The Apocalypse on a moonless night; a night that even Hecate has turned her back on.

When we reflect on our lives, it is not the houses and boats and parties we attended that capture our thoughts, it is the memory of those we were close to. It is not the events we attended or the places we went, or even the things we went through that comes to mind but... the ones who were there with and for us.

In my mind, what I think about, is the degree of intensity and the lack of intensity that I applied to finding the ineffable. Those are where my triumphs and regrets lie and attendant with that are those friends who were around at any period of time. One is either into the items that surround our experiences or into those who populated the experiences or... into the one who makes the experiences possible. That would be my preference but... my friends are all an expression of the almighty. The almighty shines out through their eyes. It is what I look for. If I had the devil inside, it would be the devil that I see. A true spiritual seeker is, on the one hand seeking to exorcise the agents of darkness within and, on the other hand, invoke, invite, or ignite, the light within. This light is like an attempt at fire in the wilderness. It can be difficult to get it going. It takes persistence and a nourishing and a nurturing. However, that small fire can flame into a powerful blaze that illuminates the forest around you. Life is a metaphor for something (grin).

I love my friends. In many ways they have been my life. They have been the attending presence in my search for the everlasting. They have picked me up and I have picked them up. It's a quid pro quo kind of thing, just as it is in the world of Wall Street and K Street and J Street. It's all quid pro quo but very different kinds of quid pro quo are at work.

We don't know when it is coming but... we do know that it is coming; just like the California earthquake; the big one. There is no 'if' about it. There is no 'if' about a great many things. I want to close out today by mentioning something you don't hear much about anymore.

I think it stopped being on the chattering airwaves right about 2012 when all the woo woo went south. I know a lot of people were disappointed; much like the Fundies with their Rapture. The focus slipped and slid back toward a more or less total concern about what 'they' were going to do and World War 3 and all the paranoid possibilities of how bad it could get. This thing we stopped talking about is that massive shift in consciousness, that wave that is going to sweep each and every one of us into the resolution of whatever direction we were dead set on heading off into.

Our concern should be less about what 'they' might or might not do; about what they are or are not doing. Our concern should be about coming into alignment with that which is certain to arrive at some point in the not too distant future; possibly even tomorrow, or today. At some point, something is going to rise up within every prepared heart and mind and change each and every one of them forever.

It's coming and we might as well be ready for it.


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Here we sit, trying to make a reasonable Origami out of the construction paper of this time. We've taken under consideration chimerical creatures, fantastic creatures and creatures of legend and myth but we recognize that there are literal creatures who are as real and as terrifying as anything that never was.

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Here we sit, trying to make a reasonable Origami out of the construction paper of this time. We've taken under consideration chimerical creatures, fantastic creatures and creatures of legend and myth but we recognize that there are literal creatures who are as real and as terrifying as anything that never was.

Monsters do walk among us but we are as responsible for them as they are for the shapes taken, should we believe in those shapes taken. Every appearance of evil is a mask for something else that is concealed behind it. This is not to say that there is no evil. However, it is a complicated affair to identify and define its characteristics as they apply to you. In most cases, evil is relative and we more often define it as something we don't like. It turns out not to be evil at all but simply an expression of adopted or intrinsic tastes that vary widely across the human spectrum. Others see it as good. To me, most of what is really evil is the progeny of selfishness in one form or another. Abdicate the selfishness of the false self and evil will not come near you. Evil will not even see you, or it will fear you. Let us reference that great psalm;

“The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.”


Powerful words indeed and made all the more powerful because they are literally true. These words are as true as you are and that is the point. They are as true as you are.

In recent times; certain trusted members of the alternative media now find themselves in hot water over some behavior and events that, on the surface are difficult to defend; given the evidence presently available. The key thing is that the evidence is not all present, so one should not rush to judgment. In the past I have occasionally been a loose canon ...but those days are gone. Unless I have incontrovertible facts, I am going to keep my mouth shut and... all the more so because I know some of the players personally. I do not bring this up to offer any kind of an opinion. I bring it up to point to Mr. Apocalypse. He is riding tall in the saddle these days and exercising his authority over one and all, according to his omniscience concerning everything under the sun. There is no telling what direction anything is going to go in and we would be wise to exercise discretion and restraint at all times and most certainly avoid schadenfreude; “there but for fortune goes you and I.”

I am seeing these classic, near Shakespearean dramas playing out these days. It's the usual girls and money and games scenarios. Considering how long life has been going on this go round, you would think that the basic lessons should have been learned. Still... I can look at my own life and see where I did not understand certain realities that I should have understood a long time before. It is a mystery and an irony about life how we can know so much and so little at the same time; about life and about ourselves as well. Then... out of nowhere come these flashes of revelation and suddenly we comprehend and understand more in the course of an evening or an afternoon more than we comprehended or understood across time lines of years previous.

The darkness of the pending election sweeps across the landscape like the shadow of some primeval Leviathan. There are infernal forms turning and twisting in it. Red eyes glow like those of predators in the tree line. The public dances like obese Shmoos, bending and genuflecting before those eyes, beneath which devilish Cheshire grins have now appeared. Mindless babble is coiling out of invisible speakers and the Shmoos nod their heads in understanding of whatever is being said. I can't translate it at all. It seems that whatever message is inherent there can be comprehended only by those programmed to that end. The rest of us hear nothing but gibberish. Ah well... whatever it is, it is coming in a full Monty, whose nakedness is an obscene travesty upon all things human. It has been coming for a long time and now, like fall, it is right around the corner. I guess we will either come to terms with ourselves or have to come to terms with it. I prefer the former.



The cross country trip is about to begin and it seems that we can only hit locations where there is a collective of readers within reasonable distance but... we can see everyone at some point, if not this time around. This journey takes place for several reasons. One of them has not been mentioned before and that is that we are looking for a location to live in. It is nice enough here but it is too crowded and there is not enough privacy or land. So... we have certain locations targeted, such as rural California, rural Arizona, rural Missouri, rural North Carolina and rural Pennsylvania and we will see them all. I apologize in advance for those of you that we will not see. I had thought to travel to certain places but the amount of time and distance involved is too much and when you factor in that there are well more than a dozen of such options, it becomes a Herculean engagement.

There is good news in all of this however and that is that once we have found our location you are all welcome to visit. Many of you have come here in the months since I arrived on the East Coast and that has been, in all cases wonderful, as it should be when good company and good food are both to be found in the same place. Cooking is one of my passions and it has been truly gratifying to have these occasions to be imaginative and creative in. We hope to find a place where these traditions can continue. Though I have little in the way of funds, my friends are in a position to purchase something reasonable and I have been amazed at the real estate I have viewed over the last few months. In Missouri I found examples, such as a solid three bedroom house with 80 acres for 135,000 dollars. There are so many similar options. I've found nicely appointed 3 bedroom trailers with guest trailers on 5 to 10 acres of land in forested MO just off a lake and sometimes right on it in the range of 40-60 thousand dollars. It is amazing how many fine deals are to be found if someone only takes the trouble to look.

It is time to be in a place where Nature is in surround sound and where gardening and landscaping is developed and enjoyed as only good and righteous labor can be. For a long time I wanted something in the way of a living space where folks could come and go and where life can be experienced in a community setting. I used to think I wanted a community but I realize now that I already have one. I don't know that it is the best thing to be in such a place with a lot of people milling about but it is certainly doable that people can come and go ('talking about Michelangelo' heh heh). In any case, since that is already happening here; has in fact been happening nearly every weekend, it looks like something more private and beautiful as well god infused is required.

There is still time to send your location and contact info in case you would like to have tea or dinner somewhere and it works out that you have caused the numbers to shift. We'll see (won't we?)

It's been a joy and a pleasure for me to communicate with so many of you over the years and regardless of the occasional hiccups or outbreaks of Visiblemania, the majority of all of the time has been outstanding. The hiccups have gone away and the Visiblemania is in permanent remission. As I was told about half a year ago, I have entered a new phase and everything is changed. Well... it's been all that time now and I experience the evidence of it every day. My heart is suffused with gratitude. I'll tell you, there were times when it seemed really touch and go and when events baffled and bewildered me. I could not understand how certain things could happen, despite all of one's best efforts to do the right thing and stay in balance. Sometimes high winds came out of nowhere and I am not speaking exclusively of external winds. Sooner or later you get somewhere and wherever you get in the world around you comes to mirror the world within.

The power, majesty and eternal presence of the almighty God is a wonder beyond words and which should be sought with all determination more than everything else put together. It is reasonable to expect that you will finally get there. If one does not quit then one cannot fail.


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What a mystery is life. We pass through it from that mystery origin location to that mystery departure location and in between those junctures is the blurred dream of our existence. Many have only the dimmest awareness of anything that exists outside of the dream. Some have a partial awareness and only a very few are aware of themselves within the texture and body of...

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What a mystery is life. We pass through it from that mystery origin location to that mystery departure location and in between those junctures is the blurred dream of our existence. Many have only the dimmest awareness of anything that exists outside of the dream. Some have a partial awareness and only a very few are aware of themselves within the texture and body of the dream. For such as these, the difference in quality of life is greater than that between an ordinary human and a chimpanzee. I recognize that there are those who object to certain comparisons that get made here between the different species. I need to point out that these comparisons were not made by me but only heard by me at the feet of a master, or in writings that have come my way over time.

The slow and less than newsworthy pacing of the day to day over this summer has a lulling effect on what awaits. Much of what could have come to pass has not done so. There was no real Summer of Rage and no signal event of major change. It has all just limped along on its way to Haphazardville. Where it will no longer be 'scuttling across the floors of silent seas' is when The Fall comes in. It has become a dependable trend in recent decades that all kinds of strange events can come to pass in a major election cycle. We are in one of the most dramatic of its kind since the election of 2000.

I am done with all inclination to attempt to predict anything. I get little things right but miss the really important ones, though... often enough the important ones doesn't even happen. What we do notice here is a long range geo-politick strategizing and endless and interminable shifting of game board pieces. The games of 'Go' and 'Risk' come to mind. The big horses trample in whatever direction, lacking both respect and compassion for one and all and the smaller horses herd together and stampede in the direction of whatever temporary openings may appear. They are all playing the roles embraced by any of them and the roles are an expression of whatever compounded force is generated by the elemental, archetypal, planetary powers as a synthesis of their interplay with or against one another and it continues to change by the day, or the week or the months, as the strength of the force increases, diminishes or changes completely because of a change in the planetary aspects brought about in the natural progression of their courses.

We like to think that we are more important than we are. We like to think we have a great deal of free will and that is why judgment is such a big thing down here. We immediately blame others for everything they do and remain unaware that in many cases the end result was inevitable. We are channels for the powers that act upon and through us. I lay it all at the feet of Karma. Sure... there can be dramatic changes in our mind sets as we are confronted by the evidence of our intentions and our deeds and there have been many cases of individuals being dramatically changed for one reason or another. Still, this can also be laid at the feet of Karma. The powers and forces which cannot be seen directly can be seen indirectly as they operate through the life forms on this planet. I would like to think that we have the ability the change, even at a fundamental level. Up to this moment, I do not know. I struggle with my own efforts to be a more efficient and aware person but I note that sometimes everything in life seems to go counter to our best attempts at change.

If life is a movie and I believe it is, then it is also a movie that includes every plot construction that the mind can imagine and all of them are playing out at all times somewhere in the world. Some seem to have every benefit and blessing available to them and some seem to encounter every misfortune that is possible. In every case, the meter is running. In every case there is a specific amount of time that exists in order to live out all the good fortune and pass through the bad fortune and every permutation of this is determined by the baggage we came in here with. Some spend lifetimes of industrious effort in order to arrive at the fortuitous place were all the necessary talents and conditions are in place. Then the drama plays out and then the drama ends and we are slot-circuited into whatever zone, in the land beyond, that most completely applies to however we handled what we did here. This means that no matter what good fortune you might have had in the bank when you arrived, it can be quickly spent and not replenished if you go about it in the wrong way. Conversely, you can endure all kinds of unfortunate experiences and conditions and find that you've got far more in the bank than you imagined you would because you handled it the right way.

One can rise and fall to dizzying heights and depth here. It behooves one to have right intention as regards the landscapes you pass through. We are always being watched and monitored. Just because we cannot see or feel this does not mean it is not true. One of the most powerful statements ever made is; “As above, so below.” If we are seen by others on this plane here then it stands to reason that entities from other planes can also see us. If we make the right friends we will have all necessary assistance when the need is upon us. I have been in dire circumstances in this life and I have seen or heard about others in the same environment and it turned out very different for some than it did for me. I was mightily looked out for. There were any number of tense moments where the cavalry showed up or a door opened and someone came through, thus neutralizing the dramatic uncertainty of the moment before. Some were literally chewed up and spit out in a most unpleasant way. Of course, many never even found themselves in this sort of location and seemed to be far more deserving of it than I myself. At least it looked that way to me (grin).

There was this fellow who moved around on the periphery of my social scene and he was a dark fellow indeed. His name was John Reed and he became entangled in certain drug sales and once arrested he agreed to assist in entrapping me in the same. This wasn't the easiest thing because I wasn't doing this. Surely I bought comestibles for my own use but becoming a trafficker when I was having such incredible spiritual experiences was out of the question so... I was tricked into a ride along across state lines.

Later I found myself in Petersburg Reformatory and John was there. He was in his element; the criminal element and the Satanic nature of his personality was easily seen as he involved himself in all manner of corruptions. He tried to make out that he was a friend of mine, since I was something of a celebrity in there, due to my Kundalini awakening and the powers that attended it at that time. It was a real circus. I wish it had been filmed (grin). It would have been highly entertaining. There were moments of high drama and comedy both. I never saw John again after that. My guess is that he was in and out of prisons or... because he was very intelligent in all the wrong ways, he might have advanced in his positioning in the underworld, or he could have been killed but I never heard about it. I never heard about him again. Whatever difficulties have attended my passage through this vale of tears, I am glad I am not him or anyone like him.

There are many theories about free will running around out there. I only know what I have seen in my own life and what I observed where it has proven out and ...what I believe is that free will is nothing more than the decision made to seek and serve the ineffable or to oppose the ineffable. Obviously this can prove to be much more complex than my single statement concerning it makes it seem. We can look at the wide world around us from any one, or several, of the countless perspectives that are available. We can look within from a wide variety of introspective postures. As we move through life both of these can change remarkably, given what we learn or do not learn from experience. You need to find what works for you and be consistent about it. The current drive of proselytizing, as if one size fits all is pointless to me. It is even harmful in many ways as can easily be seen. I want everyone to find the niche that applies to them. I want every soul to be comfortable within the construct they choose to demonstrate whatever spiritual fervor they possess. I don't believe in 'my way or the highway' and I certainly don't believe in anyone else's version of the same.

We're going to start using this blogging site for talk about the travel to come. As it seems now we are going to head into West Virginia and then upwards into Ohio and across the Northern Route to an area outside of Chicago, then down into Colorado and then upwards through Idaho into Washington State, then down through Oregon and California, back through Arizona and New Mexico, into Texas and then up into Missouri, through Kentucky and Tennessee, into South Carolina- North Carolina and Virginia and home. This is a rough approximation of it at the moment and it is subject to change. There is such an amount of people along the way that we have to stick to certain wider routes or it could take a very long time to make it back. We won't be able to see everyone but those who get missed can always come and visit me. It works out.

I need to ask a favor of the internet and cellphone savvy among you. I've looked at AT&T and will be stopping in at Verizon later today. I need to be able to blog and vlog in the car and bandwidth is certainly a consideration. I know there are ways to conserve on the data use but I'm not that up on the cellphone side of things. Apparently you can turn your car into a hotspot. I don't see where 5 gigs a month will be sufficient but maybe it will if I only use it when necessary and otherwise rely on hotspots and wireless locations at lodging and eating establishments. I won't be needing to surf and download in the car in any intense way, except to check comments and emails. This can be taken care of at the various wi fi spots that litter the landscape these days (grin).

Well, my friends, onward we go and where we wind up one day we will know.


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I felt a cold wind come into my space after I wrote that last posting. I know how quick information can make its way across the world like digital lightning. I tried to do the right thing and I nearly always get myself into trouble this way. It's that Quixote thing. I deeply feel the troubles of another soul in crisis. I have been in trouble. As I said in the posting,...

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I felt a cold wind come into my space after I wrote that last posting. I know how quick information can make its way across the world like digital lightning. I tried to do the right thing and I nearly always get myself into trouble this way. It's that Quixote thing. I deeply feel the troubles of another soul in crisis. I have been in trouble. As I said in the posting, “there but for fortune goes you and I.” I myself have been slandered with no evidence to support it, or where the evidence was presented as something it was not, or completely fabricated. I've been around bad companions and I have misbehaved on purpose for the purpose of demonstration. I have never been in the kind of place Zen Gardner has been in but I can sympathize.

More important than what I just said and more important than what I said earlier... we don't know any specific details about Zen. We know he was engaged with these people but we don't know anything more... yet. For myself, until I do know, I will reserve my opinion and regardless, in the aftermath, I chose compassion above all other things. I am fair amazed that I find myself feeling what I am feeling these days. I always liked Zen Gardner. He said the right things in the right way, or I thought so. In more recent times he seemed to have gone insane and all of us get a touch of that now and again. I still can't figure out why he got behind the Flat Earth nonsense. However, that makes me think there are things going on behind the scenes that we don't know about. I have been getting approached in social situations where I am probed to see if I swing this way or that way. People show up in locations where I wouldn't expect to see this occur and yet it does. It seems to me that there is a concerted effort to seduce anyone and everyone into a state of false identification through some weakness or the fence being down in the surround sound of one's character. Those who seek to destroy us have some powerful weapons and if you are not sufficiently armored, you will be a victim. What is that line in The Bible? “Put on the whole armor of God.”

I try not to judge people for crimes of the flesh. It is going on everywhere these days it seems and they aren't even seen as crimes. Most crimes of this sort are crimes against yourself. It is so hard to be accurate and correct in one's summation of circumstances that they played no part in. We are all so quick to judgment. We forget how weak we are ourselves and how easily we could find ourselves in the same situation... or made to look like we are. Photoshop is the new reality. Oh how easily we are led by our intellects and our egos. Love the ineffable, that is your only salvation in these times. Love the almighty with all the force of your pitiable will. You have no will except for the will conferred on you. If you love the almighty that operates like a bellows. The love of God is a consuming fire. It will take you over entirely and sweep all opposition to it by the wayside. I am living proof that loving the divine will cover and redeem a multitude of errors. If you are still standing afterwards then... what is holding you up? What is holding you up?

I know they are coming after all of us, inasmuch as they are allowed to. My friends, if you have never taken anything away from what I have said on these pages, take this... nothing can touch you unless it is permitted. Everything... EVERYTHING is in the hands of the ineffable. You can only fall if you rely on yourself. 'know you not that you are weak and blind and helpless?'

I do not know what Zen is guilty of and that is my point. Until I do I will reserve my judgment. What that psychopathic Satanist David Berg (Tribe member) did is one thing. What others did is another. I know some wonderful Hare Krishna people and I know some serious nutjobs. Every case is different. Let us wait until we know and let us always go with fear and trembling that we ourselves might be next in line. I have met the almighty and if not, certainly a direct representative (same thing). What I came away with was awe and there was no room for anything else. I can see how people get mislead and identify themselves with the experience they are having. There is this unfortunate feature in the human psyche where some of us choose to believe that we are the thing we are in the company of. That is a serious error of judgment. It is one thing to host the ineffable. It is another thing to believe you are the ineffable. You are not and you never will be but... you can sit in the atmosphere of the light of the ineffable and how bad can that be?

I have never aspired to be anything but a servant. I am comfortable in that role. I like cooking for people and bringing them something to drink or... whatever I can do, that has always been what I enjoyed the most. When people like to make more out of me than is accurate in the relative valuation, I don't like that. I am not comfortable with that and NEVER will be. I have seen great masters as humble as dirt with glowing coronas around their head and... I am supposed to accept that I am on that level? It's not happening. After a fashion it is true that we become like that which we identify with but this is tricky territory.

Life is a condition of levels of deception. We convince ourselves according to certain fallacies of perception and exist in concert with our beliefs in them. It is very much like living in a dream. The dream is not real but we think it is. We dream that we are something we are not. It is some role that we play and the identity is like a suit of clothes. After a time we come to believe that we are the clothes we are wearing rather than the being beneath them. The being beneath is the son of God in whom the spirit of self knowing is awake and aware and that is the indwelling self that is known in its presence by the one hosting it. We are that, regardless of what we think we are. It is the process of thinking that creates the delusions in which we are confined. Delusions and illusions are the same as being in prison. This is why terms like 'liberation' are used to define the state of being awakened out of them. This is why those who arrive at that state experience being free, unlike their fellows who are not and it is the job of the free to liberate their fellows ...and in this world and in this life, there are those who liberate us and those who confine us. It is one of the fine arts of being to be able to tell the difference between these in terms of your associates, companions and the world at large.

It all comes down to what we allow ourselves to be occupied by and this is why our most critical job is to stand guard at the gateway of our mind. What occupies us is determined by the qualities of our desires. That determines the level of consciousness of what resides within us. It is all awareness and levels of awareness. The horned deer in rut is a level. The tantric master in euphoric union is another. There are far more deer in rut than there are tantric masters, the latter being one of the most elusive stations that there are. True Bhakti is a form of tantra that evades the complexities of nuance. The power of focused devotion bypasses all of the intricacies of knowledge necessary to perform at a particular level. Almost no one possesses both the knowledge and acumen required to walk the labyrinth but... you don't need to if you know someone who does. You leave the details to the one who guides you and you just walk the road.

I've been bouncing all around the place here with a destination in mind, whether I get there or not is debatable. There is no reason for me to even be discussing Zen Gardner and there are good reasons to evade the discussion altogether. It is one of the most difficult things to take a position on any person or subject when all the facts are not known. One only exposes their ignorance. I have entered into this fray for a specific purpose; I sense that there is more to the story than we are being told. This alleged friend of Zen's who turned on him as she did causes me to ponder the whole facade. Something else is going on here. There are wheels within wheels turning. Something doesn't smell right. It is beyond the borders of belief that Zen did not know what was going on. It could have been Stockholm Syndrome that kept him there or any number of compelling reasons. I don't pretend to know anything about it. My point is that we need to be watchful about things that come to our attention. What is really going on? This is what I ask myself. I cannot shake the thought that there are forces at work here that are off camera. I am neither pro nor con in any sense about this affair and the realities of The Children of God is a horrific tale of some of the worst abuses going these days.

One of the oddest features of this whole mess is the tight relationship between David Icke and Zen Gardner and the queasy and querulous reaction from the Icke camp about his relationship with Zen. Mr Apocalypse is having a field day of late and it is about to double down exponentially. I really hope the reader will use their objective reasoning to consider the many implications going on here; not the least of which is David Icke's relationship with Jimmy Saville and his claims of being a pedophile exposer. Something is going on behind the woodwork. I don't know what it is but it is.


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I don't know what one is to make of this mysterious happeningthat has been a mystery since it first happened and was brought about by one R.C. Christian who represented some unknown group that was instrumental in having this Stonehenge-likes sculpture erected. There are no details to speak of, which concern whatever the motive was to have this removed. Spooky things are...

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I don't know what one is to make of this mysterious happening that has been a mystery since it first happened and was brought about by one R.C. Christian who represented some unknown group that was instrumental in having this Stonehenge-likes sculpture erected. There are no details to speak of, which concern whatever the motive was to have this removed. Spooky things are going on.

Less spooky but certainly more perverse are articles like this. It was published in that icon of sump pump journalism, whose motto is something like, “all this shit we print.” Imagine my surprise when I found this was written by a rabbi. His reflections on God's gender confusion are a marvel of psycho babble. Does anyone need further proof of who is behind this massive cultural sewage project? The New York Times is a wholly Tribe owned and administered disinfo organ. Tribe members sit on the board of directors of every alternative sex performing organization and in some cases it is exclusively Tribe members. Tribe members are at the head of every militant atheist organization. They are the primary driving force behind the drive for global communism. They are behind the wars that profit their international banker membership and they are behind the forces that are funneling aggressive migrants into all of the 1st world countries of Europe. None of this is open for dispute.

Here is something I know. I don't know much by comparison with the all knowing mind of God but I do know that the incremental exposure of Tribe manipulations of all that was once good and decent, into ever widening whirlpools of depravity, by various forces in pursuit of the truth, is all the result of the collective efforts of the armies of Mr. Apocalypse and by their own hand, the agents of darkness are pushing themselves front and center to be named, labeled and convicted of near countless crimes against humanity. The Age of Exposure does not have a set length of time nor a limitation upon events. It ends when its agenda has been accomplished. All will be uncovered and we will be judged within our own conscience for the lies we have embraced and we will by the energies of our own hand place ourselves center stage for the eyes of the world. It is like the operation of the most accurate watch ever made. Every hour the light intensifies and the accumulating weight of intention and action will finally break the veil of appearances, until there is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide and no argument can exist to exonerate those who have worked so tirelessly to destroy and enslave humanity.

In this critical hour, we must strive with all the strength and fortitude that we can muster to be a living light in the service of the source of all light and all power. The hand of the ineffable moves inexorably toward the lever that switches the course of force from the hands of the servants of the infernal, into the hands of servants of the supernal. In a moment, everything is changed. We wait upon this moment with both faith and certitude. God is not mocked, nor can the lies that entangle us, or our fellows, prevail over the course of humanities struggle to be free of them. We shall be free. In fact, all we need do is to recognize that we already are. It is much like the fear of Armageddon and the supposed battle that is the hallmark of the event. The battle has already been fought and won.

Every consideration of and apprehension before the forces of darkness and confusion, are a projection of atavistic fantasies of fears, woven out of the restless pools of memories that may have no personal connection to us whatsoever. At a certain point in the far distance behind us, we have blended into one another, either through genealogy or shared experience that was never even experienced but only seemed to be. We thought something was true and then began to act as if it had been and that led us into an ever greater potential for its impact upon us when it never was in the first place. It is like the Holocaust Fantasy that was created for two primary reasons. One of them was a a protection against the recognition of terrible crimes, committed by Tribe cabals, where the perpetrators portrayed themselves as victims, when they were the victimizers- and the other was purely for economic gain and political clout, purchased with funds extorted from those who have been painted as oppressors when they were not only the oppressed but also the ones tortured and murdered by those who claim they were tortured and murdered. When the truth of this particular lie is revealed, as it will be, the repercussions and reverberations will shake the world.

We live in a world that is founded on diaphanous fabrications. The cultural and legal infrastructure is presented as true and fair expressions of all things good for all of us ...but which exist only to be used by those with the power to pervert them at every turn. It seems that no activity is too hideous for those who believe themselves to be above the law and immune to its tenets. Here is such an example. Is this true? Is it possible that this can be true? We have already seen in recent decades and also in the long road of life that bends out of the swallowing mist of the forgotten past and which features all our history as roadside attractions, that there is no limit upon what the more bestial and psychopathic among us are capable of.

About 15 years ago there began to appear posters on bulletin boards and telephone poles all over the French countryside. Hundreds of young girls had gone missing. I was living in Europe at the time and this came to my attention. As I just tried to find some news reports on this, I could find nothing. I didn't look that hard since my memory of the situation is clear and accurate and all I have to know is that it did happen. I don't have to prove it to anyone. People can believe what they like and it is already an established fact that thousands and thousands of young people disappear every year and are never seen or heard from again. Obviously, within the bewildering mix of runaways that find a new location under the radar, there are those who are snatched and used in terrible ways. Sure you can sit back and ask, “What kind of a God would permit this sort of thing?” It's all Karma. This is the time of scores being settled. It is a time of payback for sins of the past and it is difficult for the layman to see that the pimp or human trafficker of their last go round is now the woman in a cage somewhere. The intricacy of the human equation among all the numbers of extras on the set is beyond the capacity of any one mind to compute the meaning of. I take it on faith; not dismissively so ...but simply that the almighty is right there in every moment, every event; is right there in the midst of us, working out all the details and all for the single purpose of bringing every one of us to liberation.

I cannot sit around agonizing about all of it. I am in no position to pass judgment on the why and wherefore of all the conditions and circumstances that come up every day. I have to trust someone or something and I choose to trust the ineffable. There is so much that I do not know but the ineffable knows everything and whatever I do know, on any given day, is given to me by the ineffable. I have to believe that every gesture I make and every gesture I see, is choreographed by the overarching consciousness that is in all things. I must, at some point, trust in something and since I have proven to myself that God is real and compassionate and loving beyond anything I can imagine, I must make the divine the centerpiece of my life. I have proven this to myself again and again and again and otherwise have had it proven to me. By this time, I can only hold my hands open and raise them to the sky and thank from the bottom of my heart, the grace and magnificent mercy of the author of all things.

In two weeks we will be on the road for 4 to 6 weeks, crossing the northern route first and the southern route back. If you haven't sent me your email and phone number, along with your location, please do so, if you would like to get together with us along the way. We are in no need of places to stay, or anything like that. We would like to visit with you on your porch, or at a restaurant, or in a park. Picnics are especially attractive (grin). It might be that hearing from you moves the sticks enough to bring us into your area, when added to the others who are in your neighborhood.

I am making a list and putting pins in the map to guide our course. It looks like we might well come through Oregon on the first leg, given the amount of readers who have responded from that location. So far, Washington doesn't have the numbers (smile) but that could change. Some places are guaranteed, like the Sequoia National Forest, Sedona, Austin, Boulder and locations in Missouri and North Carolina for sure. In some cases because of the numbers we will be in that area for several days.

I'll be bringing copies of the books that got written and thumb drives of the music for all and sundry, unless we run out. Let me know.

Love,


Visible


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Well, as could be predicted I am watching “Four Weddings and a Funeral” as I write this. I'm always watching something, unless I close my eyes and then I am also watching something. It is hard to be aware all the time. I would say that was the greatest torment of my life that I am far too aware of everything. I am living on the beach. Teenage girls go by on their...

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Well, as could be predicted I am watching “Four Weddings and a Funeral” as I write this. I'm always watching something, unless I close my eyes and then I am also watching something. It is hard to be aware all the time. I would say that was the greatest torment of my life that I am far too aware of everything. I am living on the beach. Teenage girls go by on their bicycles, thumbhumping their cellphones as they go. It cracks me up. The age of digital masturbation is at hand. I suspect they should have four arms, like those gods and goddesses that appear in my mind every time I close my eyes. I close my eyes.

Lately I have had the feeling that Van Morrison is about to give up the ghost. I must be fairly convinced of it to write about it. I want to share with you a concert given by John Fogarty;



I've been reading his autobiography of late and maybe share some of the most elegant lyrical accomplishments by Jackson Browne.



I never got to get my music out this way but I am a huge fan of some of those who did.

During the Vietnam War, John Fogarty was one of the most played in that conflict, along with The Temptations and Jimi Hendrix. I had this friend who was the girlfriend of Jackie Lomax and who was a temporary friend of mine, who was the first artist done on Apple Records by The Beatles. We used to hang out together. She was a good friend of Jimi Hendrix and she told me that he used to ask her to sit on his chest because demons were stealing his breath. He later died in such a manner. His manager lived right up the street from me and he had these two huge wolfhounds that used to get loose now and again. I had a dog named 'Pig' who was a large and brawny dog and very combative. He wound up with me because no one else could control him. I had to get violent with him a couple of times and there he was... sorted. He was cock of the walk among dogs in Woodstock but... when Michael Jefferies dogs got loose, Pig would see them way before I did and run like the hounds of Hell were after him, which I think was the case. They never got him. For some reason, when you are running from certain doom, sometimes you are faster than what is chasing you.

I remember these massive wolfhounds blowing by me after Pig. The wind of their passage near knocked me over. Ah... those were the days. I never thought I would get old and I think no one does. It sneaks up on you. I am more limber than most and mostly pain free. When I hear about people that are of my age they have many complaints. All I have is gratitude.

That friend of mine, whose name I won't mention, got into a terrible accident outside Chico California. She was in a Volkswagen and got hit by a tractor trailer. She recovered. We didn't stay in touch; such is life.

I am reminded of Liz from LA who used to come around here for years. She is dying of cancer. She may be gone as I write this and maybe not. I tried to communicate with her but I always felt like, “why am I doing this?” I didn't really know her and in trying to get to know someone in extremity is not easy. Nothing I could say was going to make any difference and she was surrounded by people who loved her, so I just drifted away. I did pray for her a great deal. Sometimes you have to simply release people to whatever it is they have to deal with. I always loved her and she was one of the people I hoped I would meet one day. Well, I'm going to meet a lot of you soon. Some of you have been in my thoughts for a long time like Mr. Zephyr Machine and Jabar with all those big cats. He had this young lady that he took in and looked after and she died. You see the memorial in the left sidebar of all my blogs. Apparently she was a big fan of my work and that led to Jabar and I meeting. I have always wanted to play with the big cats (grin). I'm going to get to do that. I LOVE animals, this is going to be a treat for me.

I don't fear animals and I am no threat to them. As I have mentioned here several times, when you are afraid of an animal they see it as a threat because fear and anger smell the same. I am also not recklessly over confident. I let the animal come to me. I remain still. They'll let you know if and when they want to play and I know they sense in me that I want to play. Some of my martial arts games with dogs are well known. A fellow I knew had two big dobermans and I used to slap box with them and the owner would scream at me about how I was going to get hurt. I never got bit once. I'm kind of proud of that. Could the dogs have had my ass if they wanted? I don't know. I had incredibly fast hands. Many a raging Hawaiian mad man will attest to that. Point I am making is that none of the things in my life have anything to do with me. It has either been god in residence or god concealed. Once the almighty entered into the equation, I was gone. I've never seen myself again since. I pretty much mirror whatever is in front of me and since I am a man of peace, others, more or less, are compliant.

I didn't go to Vietnam, although given my military training I am guessing I might have. I went to prison instead and believe me, Vietnam is definitely not more dangerous than prison. I think I spent something like four years inside and in some of the worst hellholes. Twenty two months I was in the John Howard Pavilion for The Criminally Insane at St. Elizabeth's (it is now the central nexus for Homeland Insecurity). This, along with Springfield MO, are the two places where the really sick, dangerous and psychotic are held and no one touched me, except for a couple of dustups that you shrug off, given that you got to walk away. God was doing his purpose of demonstration thing. I saw people reduced to things you don't want to know about and though I did what I could, you can't protect people from their own vulnerabilities.

One day these two hippies came in, long hair and all and one of them was pretty- insofar as that is some kind of currency inside. I told them to cut their hair and watch their asses (unfunny pun intended).They didn't listen to me. In fact they were arrogant about their dismissal of my cautions. About a week later I am coming up the stairs to my ward and I hear this commotion. I come around the corner and there is the cute one, bruised and bleeding. I picked him up and carried him down the long reach of the ward I was walking through in order to get to my ward. For whatever reason I was extremely pissed, so I started screaming something like, “I don't know what cowardly motherfucker beat this boy but here I am you punk! Come on! Where are you you piece of shit!” The hallway had to be about 100 yards long; first through the dormitory and then all the private rooms and nurses station. I kept yelling and as I left that ward and was about to turn the corner to my ward, King Kong comes out into the hallway and starts screaming at me about this and that. It's called selling Wolf Tickets. I went to go back after him and the guard at the turning grabbed me. It's probably a good thing because this guy was large but... he could have had me way earlier. He didn't.

The next morning at breakfast I got to see what was what. Our two wards were served by a common kitchen, so you could see the other prisoners on the other side of the kitchen. They were all howling at me and threatening retribution. I am in line with Waverly Holden, who was a little shorter than me but as wide as a door. To put Waverly in perspective, he was a supreme bad ass and a good friend. He was locked up because he used to stick up liquor stores. One night he was coming home and a couple of guys were waiting in the stairwell of his apartment building. He had two bags of groceries and he managed to blow both of those guys away with his 1911 45 caliber gun. Then he burned down the apartment building to get rid of the evidence; true story. There in the line with me was Feets Robinson; 6'8” and around three hundred pounds of muscle. He was one of the greatest athletes I have ever seen. If not for his peculiar problem he could have been the equal of Lawrence Taylor. He liked to rape and strangle nurses. He got 6 of them before they got him and when Doctor Kunev refused to release me because I was too dangerous, he let Feets go and Feets promptly raped and strangled a nurse on the grounds of the institution. This is how crazy things can be sometimes.

Waverly turned to me and asked, “Gypsy, what did you do?” I told him. We shared a table, Feets, Waverly and Alan Smith. Alan was a bank robber; very educated and very cool. I used to sing Beatles songs and Alan would open the door to his room, directly across from mine to listen. We were all friends as much as one can be in such circumstances. Waverly said to me, “You don't do things like that in a place like this. You want to save a drowning person and they will pull you down with them. Don't worry, I'll take care of it” and... he did, I never heard a word about it again. Waverly had clout.

Early on one morning I was taking a shower and Feets walked in and said, “You got a pretty cock white boy, why don't you come by my room and let me suck it?” If I had six other guys with me I don't think I could handle Feets. I didn't say anything. He walked away and I just hoped it would go away. Months later I am playing poker with Feets, Waverly, Alan and another guy when Feets says, “You know, Gypsy is pretty cool.” He then related the story of the shower event, chuckling and so... then he says, “You know, a couple of white boys took me up on that offer and I beat the living shit out of them.” He had those psychopathic eyes and as he said it and was looking at me I shivered... heh heh. Water under the bridge or... bodies even.

I've had a pretty eventful life, although I am sure, most people would not want to live what I have been through. All the heavy shit and chaos has done no more than to increase my love of God. I think that has been the point of it. Sometimes I am reduced to tears about this. There is a yearning in me that cannot be described by mere words. I love God, so much that it drives me to distraction on occasion. I look back at my life and ask myself, “Who did this happen to?” I have no idea who I am anymore. I have no idea what each day will bring. I just try to manage until I realize that I am not the one managing. As I have said before, I am one of the luckiest men alive, as punishing as my existence has been, it has all led to the almighty and I assure you... being in a position to love the ineffable, being motivated to do so, waking in the morning with, “I love you.” on my breath is comparable to nothing else. I do not know where my destiny will take me or what my crimes (picayune as they are) cost me but I figure if you love God that must amount to something. What was that about the greatest commandment???

Honorable mention again:



And this:



I guess I am a tad nostalgic.

Much love my friends.


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Gnostics believe that there are two worlds and that the material world is ruled over by the Hebrew God and the other world is ruled over by the 'supreme' ruler, Aeon. This dovetails with my belief that the Hebrew god is the devil, inasmuch as that can be understood as the Lord of Appearances. Once one sees through the veil of appearances one no longer has to be subject...

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Gnostics believe that there are two worlds and that the material world is ruled over by the Hebrew God and the other world is ruled over by the 'supreme' ruler, Aeon. This dovetails with my belief that the Hebrew god is the devil, inasmuch as that can be understood as the Lord of Appearances. Once one sees through the veil of appearances one no longer has to be subject to them. You create your own world of appearances, via your judgments on the definition and meaning of them. You literally weave your own future out of your expectations and the way you go about realizing them. Behavior is a big thing. It was later on during my speculations on this for the purpose of today's presentation that I came across this video:



but... of course, nothing happens by accident.

The mind is a movie projector and your feelings about what is valuable and worthy of acquisition AND the level of consciousness that you possess, determines the quality of the film you witness and your role in the movie. I choose to see it all as a dance of the divine, working out every destiny in terms of its best possibilities and potential and as an ongoing getting and losing of temporary shit. Of course, there is always a greater complexity in the outward drive for expression but at the heart of it all is a simple matrix, which rules the atomic solar systems and the external solar systems and one is either harmoniously in accord or one is inharmonious... or some imaginary point in between. What I mean is that what you imagine is what you tell yourself is so. I prefer to believe that I will be told what is so through some form of the vehicle of realization. At the same time, despite all our striving, sometimes we have to play a role. Sometimes we imagine ourselves trapped in a role and we lack the courage and conviction to step out of it. It's easier, or it seems to be, to be on a wheel. The wheel is predictable and though it ends in death and dissolution, according to the laws of physics and metaphysics, we don't think about it and Presto! It isn't there, except it is.

No matter where we find ourselves in this very moment, our lives can magically transform, once we adjust the manner in which we think and project. Nothing is real, only our thinking is behind what we create as a personal reality. All personal realities come up against cosmic reality at some point so, to me, it seems insane not to pursue cosmic reality in the first place and since you can't get beyond certain limitations without a guide, I prefer to have a guide and that guide can come in all kinds of envelopes of a particular faith, or a rejection of all faiths, or some farmer you met on a field trip to Whatthefuckistan and who took upon himself the responsibility to plow your fields and plant what you really wanted to grow but didn't have the seeds or thumb for; be it green or not.

The seemingly intricate complexity of life is generally an expression of your incapacity to get deeper than you have found yourself capable of. Sure... it is great when someone rescues you from the tumultuous seas of your own fear and doubt, on that vast restless expanse that you are, or seem to be, incapable of traversing. It is also grand when you find someone who will drag you out of your depth and down into unimaginable darkness to the luminous worlds of light. It's not rocket science and it is rocket science. It is unfathomable in its intricacy and it is as simple as child play. You are the determiner of what's required in your own case, if you insist on being the architect of something whose dimensions exceed not only anything you will ever be capable of but more than anyone else will ever be capable of and more than all the people ever created or will be created put together, then... have at it. Put yer backs into it, yew scum!!!

I'm done being a galley slave. I didn't sign on for this shit and I damn well won't follow orders, nor put myself in a position where I have to. This is not to say I don't follow orders. I certainly do but they are orders given to me from my own self and only my ignorance makes me think that there is some separation between me and myself.

We tell ourselves all kinds of lies and half truths in order to motivate ourselves along the path of possession of all the things we don't really want and we certainly find this out once we get them. I have been fortunate in this regard and even more fortunate in moving sprightly on from my mistaken affections once I found out what was going on. I do not mean this in terms of romantic affections; then again, aren't they all romantic affections? Don't we romance ourselves into all kinds of cul de sacs to get a more clear impression of ourselves that only results in clouding the mirror?

First principle; do not lie to yourself. Second principle is irrelevant ...because if you don't lie to yourself you won't lie to everyone else. In this world you can easily find all manner of people who will willingly embrace whatever lies you are telling yourself because they are doing the same thing. From this I extract that kernel of truth in the term; “misery loves company.” Presto! Once again, you have the world as we think we all know it. There is no world. There is no matter. It's like mind over matter- I don't mind and it don't matter.

Once again I would like to include that great piece by H.P. Blavatsky;

“There is a Road, steep and thorny, beset with perils of every kind, but yet a Road. And it leads to the very heart of the universe.

I can tell you how to find those who will show you the secret gateway that opens inwardly only, and closes fast behind the neophyte forevermore.

There is no danger that dauntless courage cannot conquer.
There is no trial that spotless purity cannot pass through.
There is no difficulty that strong intellect cannot surmount.

For those who win onward, there is reward past all telling: the power to bless and to save humanity. For those who fail, there are other lives in which success may come.”


Of course, she has many detractors and I am no apologist for her. I don't know her that well but... as is so often told to the reader here; take what is useful and discard the rest. This is not to say that the rest is without value, only that it may not apply to you. This is also not to say there is any value in any of it. The reader must decide for themselves and prove it through testing and experience. Never accept anything as true that you have not first proven to be so to yourself.

This world of illusionary bullshit is not all bullshit but so long as your senses dictate to you what is and is not so, you still find yourself in a world where all that you have proven to yourself is only relevant in this world. You have to go beyond, while still anchored (for a time) in this locale. It's that old lotus dynamic of... “in the world but not of it.”


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As you know, I will be looping the US come September and some of you have sent me contact info and some have not and it would be seriously dumb on my part to hit every point on the way. I would wind up circling the Earth in terms of distance. So I will be posting the route and that will be based on the density of individuals in certain locales. Should anyone want to meet up and be willing to cover some amount of distance, I will at least remain until they can but it is going to be a pretty straightforward route, east to west and north to south and then west to east. Please send your location and details to lesvisible@gmail.com If you sent them before then send them again. We have begun putting pins in the map and I apologize for the extra work on your part but consider it from my end (grin).

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Well... I'm back at the moment. Rumors swirl about why I was out; all of them are wrong but that is par for the course for someone not on the course and who doesn't know that golf is a game not a sport. We've often maintained that golf courses and cemeteries should be combined to save some portion of all that wasted real estate. Once your interests are all about being...

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Well... I'm back at the moment. Rumors swirl about why I was out; all of them are wrong but that is par for the course for someone not on the course and who doesn't know that golf is a game not a sport. We've often maintained that golf courses and cemeteries should be combined to save some portion of all that wasted real estate. Once your interests are all about being on a golf course, a visit to the cemetery is not far behind.

Here at Visible Enterprises or, what I like to term as WTF? Central, many conditions and events come and go in what we have come to understand as a constant test pattern, on those nights when you can't fall asleep and the vibrating Indian's head sits there with its own version of counting sheep, which probably translates as counting coup. After The Blood Spangled Banner has stopped playing, the test, or testing pattern, if you prefer, continues.

There are some very big detail events and conditions pending at the moment. Some will come to pass and some will not. What does and does not happen is dependent on the cohesion of the collective consciousness. This is why such an effort is underway to separate us from one another, to create that house divided state where we can be set at each others throats. That great enemy of freedom and human spiritual progress, The Rothschild Family and their cabin boy front man, George Soros, are doing everything in their power to bring about managed chaos and their preferred expression of the Hegelian Dialectic. They are also targeting those who labor in the blog vineyards and streets of ever more amplified public discontent. Because of this, some of us have to step back and take a look at the subtle and less than subtle nature of concerted attack.

Not everything that happens and doesn't happen around here has to do with Visible driving off the road into the sagebrush and dry washes. Of course such things have occurred but they are not a regular test pattern, more like portions of those science fiction movies, where the image keeps going in and out of focus, or when you find yourself in a no service cellphone area. The truth of the matter is that the ineffable always prevails. The ineffable does not always prevail according to the wishes of those it prevails over or upon, regardless; you got to keep on keeping on.

There are recurrent trials that go down around here. One of them is the appearance of people who are playing the long con and who create parallel identities that they can unleash at desired moment. Then there are those who pretend to have a poor grasp of English but who have come round to be disruptive and who have been coming around here for some while, on an ever intensifying effort and spreading zombie propaganda and who have pretensions of being Jesus Christ and other nonsense. In times former, these sleazy reptiles of variating behavior patterns managed to get me to engage in a tug of war, confrontation game and that was the point of their whole operation and... still is. They are far less successful in those results though; not anymore.

So... one has to also pull back and analyze that feature too. Apropos of this, we'd like to announce here that Old Testament gobbledy gook cannot be posted in the comments section of these sites. (most of) The New Testament is fine; Thomas Merton is fine. Teilhard de Chardin is fine. Martin Luther is fine and all kinds of mystics and masters are fine. Preferable is when a reader speaks from their own mind out of the promptings of their own heart. Not preferable and unacceptable is commentary from the odious, anti human, Satanic Judaic Old Testament. Make no mistake, Judaism is Satanism and we don't want it around here. We don't want the cinderblock head flat Earthers. It could be Chardin and others have warts on them like so many frogs do but in the idea of free discourse, insofar as I can put up with it (grin), latitude is permissible.

This should be a place that is free of the orchestrated BS that is epidemic these days. This should be no indication that we believe that we don't possess some modicum of BS ourselves. It's hard to negotiate these environments without some amount of it but... we are trying to do our best. Sometimes a comment doesn't come through and I have no control over that and The Elf does the best that can be done but fish do slip through the net so, don't assume that you got rejected out of hand. Do keep in mind if you come in here with some flowing white, metaphorical beard and vengeful eyes, spouting fire and brimstone, I don't want you coming around here. I don't work for a god like this and the only god I know that operates like that is not a god but a demon. My god is a god of Love and my god is a god of forgiveness and though I know there is plenty of unfortunate chatter in the New Testament (and those portions aren't allowed here either) at least most of it is far more preferable and far more welcome here.

I recognize that I probably should have posted something like this earlier but so many things go by the wayside and not having a clear idea about what is going to be said in any posting (until I read it back) also sidesteps issues that might have gotten discussed once but never did.

I never looked at this work as grueling or inconvenient. It's what I do and there is no more to be said about that but... sometimes I just have to stop what I am doing and take a good look at it. Things are about to change dramatically in the world. It's been coming for awhile. HOW it will change and WHAT it will change into is another consideration but as we have often maintained hereabouts, most all of those two questions are affected by you and HOW you change and WHAT you change into. All useful and lasting changes are effected within. We don't need to worry about the world outside of us, only the world inside of us.

I've just been doing a lot of thinking, as well as no thinking whatsoever. Both of these are helpful. I don't believe in “this is right and that is wrong.” I believe both might be right and both might be wrong. This doesn't cover all actions and subjects. This is simply a perspective. As soon as your mind is made up about anything, you think you know and you don't; not really. One has to keep an open mind about most things because most things change and are not the same as they were, nor the same as they will be. It is what is behind all of everything that is important and which is to be sought and it cannot be known but it can know itself within you.

Among a number of annoying visitations that we get around here is one Duke Potgieter. If you've been coming here for awhile you have seen Duke appear and behave in an acceptable fashion, until he implodes and starts screaming and yelling and doing his Fundie Christian, Seig Heil dance. Duke hasn't been around for awhile; at least not under the name Duke. He wrote me an offensive email so I informed him that he is not Jesus Christ and he replied, “I have returned in order to bring about judgment as promised. Accepting me (for the living), or rejecting me (for the dead).” Lucky me, I seldom run into this kind of thing. Most of the people who come around here are intelligent, good and decent people. Some amount are not but... they are in a distinct minority and that's good news.

Still... I've had to take a long look at myself and how I have handled conditions in the past, hoping that I can make some small leap in the way I go about what I do and... there are some things going on around here that I have been noticing and I want to address them in the best possible way and not get caught up in extraneous and irrelevant events that are designed to throw me off stride. Sometimes it is better to take a few moments and invest some thought in the whole procedure. This is what I have done.

I should be much more consistent in appearance here now.

There's going to be a whole lot of shaking going on and there has been a whole lot of shaking going on. How it shakes out, 'time will tell and we shall see.'


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