Dog Poet Transmitting.......
It’s some kind of a trend. I’ve been noticing it for awhile; a year or two, maybe more. Lately the incidents have been getting more frequent. Is it a population increase or are they just getting louder? Someone showed up at my seldom visited Facebook page last night, wishing to harangue me about giving Avatar a positive. He hadn’t seen the movie but he knew all about it. It was a blatant rip off of Dances with Wolves and also Smurfs and Fern Gully. I don’t know much about these last two. I think they’re children’s movies.
He wasn’t going to see the movie because, he says, Rupert Murdoch financed it. I don’t know the real details about this. I think Murdoch might own 20th Century Fox but as far as I know, financing comes from all over the place. Like I said, I don’t know. Then I started hearing about James Cameron being an illuminati and 33rd degree mason filmmaker. There was a certain amount of virulence going on. I suggested that the posters should look very carefully at everything they buy; the car they drive, the roads they ride on, the places they eat, the food they eat, the beverages they drink and I am certain they would find that they were supporting the same kind of corporations many times every day.
From what I hear, Picasso was a ruthless sonofabitch and I’ve heard negative things about many famous artists. I have seen some of it too. I’ll wager that a pretty good portion of well known artists are no different than politicians and religious figures. Self interest rules the days in most cases. Regardless, Picasso was a great artist and his work endures. Maybe you have to be a selfish hard ass simply to survive in that world. I don’t know, not having been put to the test in that way in recent memory.
The individuals sneering at me on my wall at Facebook are part of, what appears to be, a growing breed of individuals who think just about everyone is either consciously evil or an unconscious sheep. It looks to me like only they and their close associates are free of taint. I expect as this viral condition intensifies they might begin to denounce themselves as well (grin).
Recently we’ve heard a lot here about the possibility of me being an agent of Satan or employed by something called The New Age to assist in the proliferation of NWO and Masonic/illuminati philosophies that are all part of a conspiracy of darkness that covers the Earth from pole to pole. It appears to exist in nano form in the air we breathe and the water we drink. It’s in our minds. Its representatives travel the interior of our body from mouth to rectum like Stanley looking for Livingston. “You can imagine some illuminati agent climbing out of your rear end and saying to his comrade, “I don’t know Fred, this doesn’t look like The Belgian Congo but that last stretch might have been it.”
I don’t know what the persona of James Cameron has to do with the movie Avatar. I don’t know what Picasso’s personal life has to do with his paintings. Filmmaking, painting, tool and die work and even accounting all operate according to certain rules. You’re either good at your job or you aren’t. When you are great, it’s because inspiration enters the mix and that is more likely to be found in the field of art than in tool and die and accountancy.
I enjoyed Avatar like I have many things that pass quickly in and out of my life. I haven’t thought much about it since. This seems to be some kind of new strain of political correctness; like the recent flu strains that are half pig, half dung slug and half Paul Wolfowitz. These people, like the Jacobins, make their life a dreary place by running around screaming “j’accuse” every two minutes like a meth-head with Tourettes.
I might have a private opinion about famous rock stars who accept knighthoods from The Queen and run around calling themselves Sir Paul but it really isn’t any of my business. It isn’t any of my business if Mick Jagger hits all the fashion shows so he can bang the heroin models. One could make a case that much of Jagger’s work was satanically influenced but professionally that band was at a very high (or low- if you prefer) level. I was never much of a fan of theirs but I recognize competency and ability.
I can’t stand the films of Ingmar Bergman and he was another prime sonofabitch in his personal life but I respect that many other people enjoy his films after a chatty evening of white wine and modern art. I’ve no use for most modern art, which I wouldn’t call art by any definition but people see things I don’t. Not everyone is me or has to conform to my standards; providing I have any.
A lot of people running around and talking about the New World Order; illuminati, Masons, Satanists, New Agers and what have you do not have a firm grip on their subject matter. I have next to zero use for the way the bankers in white yoga pants and Nehru jackets make their money or in the things they preach but I try not to throw the baby out with the bathwater; mostly because they stole a lot of their material from traditions I do believe in and I’ve no cause to reject things that are true on their own merits.
Good and evil are very often relative and change places as the times change. A number of things that were formerly considered evil have become useful tools of humanity. Even those serving their own self interest and under the influence of forces inimical to humanity do good things, even if they are unintentional. The divine turns everything to his purposes and that is the key. That is the key. We’ve got a lot of wild-eyed Don Quixote’s running around tilting at windmills that they think are dragons and they’re not saving the world from what I can see.
Everyone is not evil. Not even all the priests and politicians are evil. The Catholic Church is a circus of pederasts and its done horrible things over the centuries but it’s done a lot of good too. Its time is passing. The time of so many institutions and traditions are being reconstituted into something new and alive but... in time... these things will turn out the same.
Somehow we have got to try to see the silver linings and have more fun with our lives because a benevolent all powerful consciousness really is in control of everything and “be not deceived, even the devil is turned into an angel of light at the given moment” No doubt people can find a lot to pick at here and no doubt things said here can be misread and taken out of context but I think there’s some real truth to be had with a little focused sifting.
We can’t just sit around thinking the world is completely crap. We don’t know what’s coming and maybe each day is influenced by what we think and say and do, more than we realize. The darkness wins if we give it power. The greater power is within. Like the scripture says, “greater is that which is within you than that which is in the world” Dark and heavy times are moments of great challenge. This is when we show our mettle and rise to the occasion. We’d be a lot better off if we handed out encouragement like sweets at Easter. We wouldn’t live in a self created mind-world of apparitions and fears if we were helping out where needed and serving as we go.
If we could only forget ourselves we might be of real use to others and help to make at least our part of the world a better place to live in. We carry our world wherever we go like a snail carries its home on its back. We are ambassadors for our world in everything we say and do. The proof of the power of any of our worlds is in the good it can do for the other worlds that come and go by us like ships in the night. We can sit around lamenting like Minever Cheevy or we can shine a light into the darkness of this world. That’s the job of stars.
We are given this life to see what we will do with it and we each have our shares of crisis, loss and disappointment. Many people give up in the face of these but something illumined and priceless awaits those who soldier on. We’re not meant to stay here and that’s a good thing to keep in mind. Remember that you’re just passing through to your bright home- to worlds and moment’s unimagined now- and it won’t weigh so heavy nor seem so dark.
'Peace' is track no. 4 of 10 on Visible's eponymous 'Les Visible' Music Album
Lyrics (pops up)
The New Shangri-La.
Petri Dish Mirror.