Lloyd Blankfein, Vampire at Large

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When historians look back on this time of the most pervasive corruptions at all levels of society, one name will stand as the icon above all the rest. That name will be Goldman Sachs. Lloyd Blankfein’s comment about doing God’s work will also be remembered as the ultimate in hubris and sheer naked, panting greed. Like the proverbial goat, which pisses all over himself in the runaway excitement of pending coitus, Lloyd will be a karmic bookmark and the face of his times; a man without shame. Lloyd is the bridegroom at the marriage of The Whore of Babylon.

I saw this coming in the eighties when the greed is good generation began to hit Wall Street, everyone was snorting cocaine and buying $2,000 bottles of wine for lunch just because they could. It was a time of excess and turbo powered self interest. Reagan was the perfect marionette dancing to the music of the corporations. He closed most of the mental institutions and overnight poor people could no longer afford to pay their rent because rents mysteriously went up considerably in those neighborhoods. The tragedy of America’s homeless was born; millions of people sleeping in tent cities; under bridge abutments, in the woods, in their cars, in the subways and wherever they could find someplace to be.

The irony is as pungent as a roadside carcass after a week in the sun. One might say that the mythic American Dream is now a roadside carcass along with all the vaunted ideals that were no more than lip service to the badly veiled motives of the criminal class, who have hijacked the country, while they parade around dressed in the flag and knee deep in the blood of their victims.

Lloyd Blankfein is emblematic of this fast evolving plague of sociopaths in suits. His associates in the firm, past and present, are welded like ticks on a hog to every part of the system. They are the real government and as their confidence in their control grows, they no longer even care to hide themselves. They’re shit golems that look one way to themselves and another to everyone else. They’re on their way to walking with Marley’s ghost for a long, long time and it can’t come soon enough.

I’ve heard people saying that this investigation into Goldman Sachs is a put up job, designed to muddy the waters and hose them off at the same time. Yet, what are we to make of the criminal probe that is now under way? That’s a bit of a mystery and I have said it many times and no doubt will have to say it many times more. There’s a joker in the deck somewhere. Events are proceeding on one level, as the apparent reality, while something much more real is marching alongside.

Some websites don’t like to link to my work because of my attributing so much to actions of the divine. We live in a time of cold pragmatics. The slow crash of the world’s religious institutions seems like some kind of proof that there is no divine agency as if a man lying is proof that there’s no such thing as truth. Just because religion has turned into a mockery of what it purports to represent does not mean there’s no God. I know, beyond a shadow of doubt, that the divine is more real than anything in this world by direct experience many times over.

On and on it goes. It becomes more outrageous and indefensible with every day but they still march on toward some dreadful epiphany. I am in awe of their foul confidence in themselves. These are the success stories of our times? Success appears to be measured by how many lives are ruined on the way to personal enrichment. We have come to the place where we now glorify deception and injury as inspired business practice.

Through all of these outrages and criminal acts, the American people wander like sleepwalkers in a carnival of funhouse mirrors. What is reflected back to them is not what they are. They have no idea of what they are and so they have sacrificed all of the higher virtues for a false identity that makes a joke out of their humanity. They’ve become sick tired clowns with nothing more to offer than to be figures of amusement for people like Blankfein. They shear them and gut them and laugh while they do it. There’s no exaggeration here. It’s exactly what it is.

There’s a real question to be asked about the composition of this fog; this state of unconscious dreaming that envelops such a large portion of the population. Why are some of us immune to this? I wonder about this often but can’t really get a fix on what it is. I think a large part of it is that people do not want to see the truth because it gets in the way of their self-interest and this is the time of ubiquitous self interest, driven by the preeminence of materialism on all sides. The common mind is magnetized by glittering dust. It’s one of the primary illusions of the unawakened mind. Looking outward in any direction, the dream is the prevailing reality. Looking inward is that uncharted territory of the self and every revelation that comes devalues some portion of the dream, until the dream has no value at all.

This is the power that vampires like Blankfein possess. They are the artful deceivers who purvey the magnetized dust to the unawakened mind and shallow hearts of those whose affections are reserved for magnetized dust. They are the image of success in the dreaming world. They are what you want to be but are not allowed to become. These vampires carrot and stick you all the way to the grave but you are the walking dead long before the hour of your departure. They suck you dry.

Because this condition is beyond the power of the enslaved to end or to alter, cosmic force is required to effect the awareness that is the preface for change. Mysterious forces work beneath the scenery to bring about the changes and conditions necessary for awareness to be born. Like any birth in this realm, it comes with suffering and blood. It’s coming now. It’s being generated by The Director and his angels. It’s turning everything to its own uses while the various players imagine they are at the controls. Boot camp is coming to an end and the time of reckoning approaches. Whatever you have invested your time and attention into will be your harvest.

It’s been made pretty clear in the spiritual texts of all faiths. One can be liberated on their deathbed if they will hold the image and name of the master in their thoughts at the end. I have read variations on this in all of the traditions. Right this moment, as events head toward Wackville, there is a conning tower on the ideal plane which is broadcasting into the one shared mind of which we are all a part. One needs to listen closely and come to an understanding that the dream is not real and neither are any of the powers that men like Blankfein think they possess.

The more I see of the woven complexity of this time, the less I know. So many things that I thought would have happened by now have not happened. It is as if the world were hanging on the lip of an enduring moment that continues to extend without any indication of actual change. All sorts of little and larger events take place but none of them have changed much in the day to day. Survival and a comfortable level of living are being tested around the world, as people find their resources to be so much less than they were before, but the big shoe from the hidden world of forces has not yet hit the Earth.

I no longer project what I think will happen according to how I reason out what I see. I don’t have a clue and that is as it should be. Coming to understand and to see that I don’t know is the purpose at the heart of the matter. One thing I do know is that it is not in the hands of men like Blankfein and I feel certain they are going to see and experience this in a real and powerful way. They’re going to get the meaning of ‘blind, lame and ignorant’ as each of us are revealed to ourselves as what we are.

This is the longest and most fractured calm before the storm that I have ever seen. I understand that this is the year when it begins to show itself to one and all. It is my fervent hope for you that you like what you see or are prepared to adjust yourself accordingly.


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Visible sings: ♫ My Pickup Truck got Pregnant ♫
'My Pickup Truck got Pregnant' is track no. 1 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album
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Petri Dish Mirror.

Blood and Semen; The Movie

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A few things have been said about sex at the blogs lately (Hmmm... that doesn’t sound right, perhaps I had better rephrase). What I mean is that sex has been under discussion in some of its metaphysical aspects. This last week I’ve thought about some of it. This brought me around to a consideration of one of life’s biggest mysteries and how that ties in with the prevailing definitions of sanity and what passes for normal.

In the Bible we have the story of Onan and this has to do with wasting the semen. In the New Testament we hear about the power of the blood. Blood and Semen (sounds like it could be the title of one of those English miniseries that involves several generations) have a mystical connection. As was earlier stated, it takes forty drops of blood to make one drop of semen and forty drops of semen to make one drop of the spiritual fluid Ojas; this is according to the traditions of the yogis. In the west we have no such traditions except for whatever vague interpretations we are given for the practice of celibacy. We’ve had ample evidence of late concerning what can happen when you don’t understand celibacy. It’s that chain with the weakest link scenario. In the end it all comes down to plumbing. Whatever’s in the pipes has to go somewhere.

One of our most powerful tools is the imagination. The power of the imagination and other features of the human mind are seldom understood for what they are and as a result they are seldom trained and disciplined for maximum use.

I’m going to digress for a moment and tell a little tale about myself. The most valuable information that we possess is about ourselves. It has a lot to do with how we understand and interpret what happens around us and to us. Information about myself has been denied to me for most of my life and I’ve been given precious little evidence of the meaning of supernatural events that have happened to me. For some reason I am suddenly being given insight into some of this and that is what this story has to do with.

My father was a thirty year career military man and he was connected to the military police for the majority of his service. He was an extremely brutal man, even by the standards of the arena where most fathers were sterner disciplinarians than was common in the wider world. The other military men thought my father was over the top by comparison.

The impress of the force of his nature on my own went to the core of my being. At the age of twelve I had an adult ulcer. It took the doctors a long time to discover the source of my pain because they’d never seen such a thing before. I did not get pubic hair until I was seventeen years old. You can imagine what sort of insecurities might have played out against that backdrop. I did not know what sex was until I was going on fourteen years old. I had no concept of it. Sure, kids talk but it all went by me for some reason. I did not have an orgasm until I was fifteen years old, going on sixteen.

Recently I have come to understand why this happened to me. I’m pretty bright; you would think I would have figured it out long ago. I did not go through puberty like anyone else. As a result, my semen buildup was headed in another direction. That’s all I can make of it at the moment. Once I was away from the emotional slaughter house of what passed for family life I began to have life experiences within the context of being a poet, which I suppose is essentially what I am. Within the first six years of being away from home I was imprisoned for around four of those years in prisons or mental wards; most of the time it was in the maximum security areas for the criminally insane. There was no sex going on at these times either and I am exceedingly grateful for the protections extended to me during these times. Many others were not so lucky.

This is how I came to have a full on Kundalini awakening. While I was imprisoned, I lived as a monk in a strange monastery, so all of my attention was directed inward except for using the eyes in the back of my head as one must do in such locations. I see now that all of this was directed toward channeling my energies in order to bring about what followed.

Let’s go back to a consideration of one of life’s biggest mysteries. It has to do with the way society views the use of semen. We live in an age of epic Onanism. We pour it out upon vain and trivial amusements like it was one more waste product. Essentially we commit suicide. We also destroy our health far more than in any other way because the power in the reconstituted semen is a mighty immune system against the evils of the day. One of the implications of Ojas is ‘immunity’, along with patience and compassion. Even more importantly, the reconstituted semen is like oil in a lamp and it provides illumination in the darkness of this world so that one can see what is happening instead of being an unconscious victim of the lies that compose the fabric of what most people call life.

The most important and most commonly overlooked feature about celibacy is that people think the physical practice is the critical thing. The critical thing is the imagination. If celibacy is not practiced in the mind and the heart to begin with then it’s not celibacy at all, nor will the condition endure for long except as a twisted mockery on the original intent.

Anyone who wants to take the trouble to inquire and who possesses a sufficient objective reasoning ability can soon see that sex and how we understand it is at the core of everything that takes place in the phenomenological world. This is one of the reasons that those who seek to rule us have been playing with our understanding about the sex drive and its applications. It’s also a lot easier to control people if you drain them of their power. All of our power to understand and comprehend comes to us as a result of the channeled sex force. This is far too large and intricate a subject to be treated with in such a brief manner. The reader is advised to make their own inquiries.

Contemporary sexuality and practice has become a rude joke. It’s a serious matter. After all, God wasn’t laughing when he made you, was he? (grin) When we see ourselves as a beast that is what we become and TPTB are working night and day through all the usual channels to convince us of this. The real war is the one going on for the destiny of our souls and the ways in which we identify ourselves. All external conflicts arise as a product of our being deceived into their necessity. Sex is hammered into our heads all day long and the prevalence of rap music is an efficient tool for the dehumanization and debasement of the feminine principle which resides in both men and women and is the source of the higher qualities of our spiritual nature.

Over the last couple of days I took a little stroll through some of the high end sex sites like Domai and MetArt and then some brief forays into the lower end of the spectrum. In a way it tells the tale of the degrees that exist between a raw and perverted nature on the lower end and the presumption of art on the other. I noticed when I clicked on some of the links at the higher end sites that, occasionally, a big warning page would come up in Italian to let me know that I was about to visit a site that trafficked in pedophilia. There was no indication of this prior to clicking the link. After this happened about a dozen times I decided it might be better to move on to other things. I got the distinct sensation that there is no small amount of government activity in relation to internet sex and that surfers are being sent in directions they hadn’t actually intended to go.

I was sitting in a classroom at The Paris American High School at the age of twelve. Puberty would have probably been kicking in at that time but, not for me. It was in the afternoon as I remember and suddenly a wave of enormous love swept through my being. The force of it was beyond my ability to presently render into words. I now see that this is the direction my sexual force was taking because it had been driven that way as a result of conditions in my environment. A few times in my life I have had similar experiences and I can say- without question- that nothing in life approaches the beauty and value of this state of being. One hopes a more sustained condition may yet appear in time.

I’ve come to the end of this piece and I think what I am trying to say is... that it would be of great profit to study the ways in which sex operates in the cultures and look at who is doing what with it and... for what reasons. You might want to acquire some Petri Dishes and glass slides before hand, along with some latex gloves and a spatter mask. The supernatural evolutionary drive of the sex force, at long last, results in the possession of a love and wisdom beyond the reach of words.. unless it gets misdirected into something else whose product is bondage. I’ll leave you to ponder this and see you over at Visible Origami in a day or two.


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Visible sings: ♫ When Darkness Falls ♫
'When Darkness Falls' is track no. 5 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
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The New Shangri-La.

Petri Dish Mirror.

Talking About MagogkeNazi Nation

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I don’t like to make predictions because, unlike a lot of predictors, I can remember how often I’ve been wrong and... those predictors who have been the most historically enduring have also been the most cryptic as well. Is this why they endured; because no one knew precisely what they were talking about and because, as a result of this, interpretation remained wide open to be applied however one wished? I don’t know and... knowing one does not know, should be the restraining key that keeps one from presumptuous assumption.

That said, I find things like this to be revealing and disturbing. When you add in that chattering business in The Sinai; the inability of agents of MagogkeNazi Nation to, so far, manipulate the U.S. into attacking Iran, not to mention being unable to force the hands of Russia and China well, they want to have their way by hook or by crook; by false flag or black bag. We’re here in the cruelest month and it sure does look like they’re about to pull some kind of nasty shit because that is the spécialité de maison. We know they will set up some kind of bloody event because that is what they do. That’s what they did on 9/11 and when they’re not doing it with actual bodies and lives they are doing it through their media. Let me digress in respect of that for a moment.

I think it was some Catholic Bishop that recently said that the Zionistas were behind the outcry against the Catholic Church. Let me say, without reservation that is true. The reality is that Zionist gangsters control the press world wide so, if you are hearing about it everywhere then they are behind it and they are doing it for some reason that benefits them because they do nothing that does not. If they appear to be giving you something with one hand they are in your pocket after another. This is just how it is. Let me digress yet again.

What happened in the Catholic Church is directly related to imposing celibacy upon ordinary men. Celibacy is a unique spiritual condition and one who is not among that company should stay away because... and here is the kicker, there is a certain entity that has different names in different lands and his job is to break you when you make that vow. For the purpose of what is to come and in respect of this new age, he was set loose within the church for reasons that will become clear over time.

Does this excuse The Church? No, it does not. It’s just good to know that this isn’t about what it seems to be about. We are in a movie and the screen is life.

Let’s go back to the ‘visible side’ of humanities most deadly enemy of the moment. That is that gangster nation that I call MagogkeNazi Nation which is the sovereign state set into being by The Rothschild Crime Family. One of the things that comes with having arranged to dominate a good deal of the world’s money and nearly all of what the world pays attention to (media) is that you develop a deep concentration of arrogant disregard for discovery or apprehension. You take it for granted that you can do whatever you want whenever you want. That’s why they like to make little announcements of their preparations beforehand. That’s why they don’t even bother to hide what they’re up to most of the time because... they can spin it away in the press.

You know sooner or later they are going to get bloody. They have to feed the beast. The power is in the blood; both positively and negatively. It’s where the sunshine and the darkness flows. It’s convincing, especially in the mind of the practitioner (of whatever that might be) which is why those who are doing the most despicable things think they have every right to do so because the blood is singing to them. They’re in a world of their own and headed to where that becomes a literal reality.

Yogis know that semen is built from the blood and that semen builds into Ojas which is the spiritual fluids that flows in the spine. They say it takes forty drops of blood to produce one drop of semen and forty drops of semen to produce one drop of Ojas. This spiritual force can go in either direction. The dark side practices celibacy for the same reason the bright side does... power. Don’t put down the pursuit of power. Without power nothing gets done. We need it to ‘power’ through circumstance the same way those who create false realities need it to trap us. Right use of power is the key to immortality.

Reading the future is not all that hard; all you have to do is look at the present and study the past. As an ancient prophet once said, “There is nothing new under the sun; all things have been of old”. Predicting the moment is considerably more difficult unless you are on speaking terms with the wolf that comes in the night. Still, you know it’s got to come sometime and this is one of those critical moments of potential. One of the reasons I write about these things is that I believe if enough people talk about it, it can sometimes retard it. Sometimes being proven wrong is a wonderful thing.

We must all remember we are dealing with merciless psychopaths whose primary intention is enslavement of their fellows and that happens in a literal sense and in other ways. It is the enslavement in the other ways that leads to the literal. One might speculate that the reason enslavement is such a powerful drive in the hearts and minds of these miscreants is because it is what they fear most. They see it as a matter of survival. If they have enslaved everyone else then who can enslave them? Well, there’s a mystery concerning that but we will leave the comprehension of that to the discerning reader.

The people from Half Past Human have alluded to something in their ATLA- Signs of Things to Come Report called The Israeli Mistake. The moment I first read that I got a tremble and a sense of, “Yes, this is so”. I still feel that way. I can’t shake the feeling that they are going to step on their... you know. I have to be honest and say I would enjoy that more than words could say. This is because of the suffering that might be spared if it happens. That’s something we should all visualize and live in expectation of. Our collective focusing has serious impact. We’d already be in cages (besides our bodies) already if it were not for the spirit of the divine singing through some number of us all the time. The spirit of God sings through everyone but sometimes it carries a tune. Let’s congregate and make that an enormous choir on the mental plane. We have the magic, people.

We have to keep in mind that they are going to lose. Come Hell or high water they are going to lose. They are going to personally promote themselves to the kingdom of their desire that awaits them below, because it is the lower side of their natures that they have been channeling all along. It’s the dark side of their being that they have given their industry to and so it is that, which shall attend them to the gates where it will welcome them home. They’ve got a lot of little elves sniffing their droppings as they go and they may even be mere marionettes themselves. That’s immaterial in respect of personal destiny. Someone might talk you into robbing a bank; having fallen into the company of bad companions and... you may not have wanted to do it but just like Jake in Lonesome Dove, there you are at the end of the line. How many people are in prison right now for that very reason?

Well, I don’t know shit and I’m not afraid to say it but I suspect there are people who know a lot less shit than I do and I’ve been talking about them tonight. In a curious way we are seeing the fulfillment of the words of someone who is alleged to have died at their hands a long time ago. It’s a cosmic case of what goes around coming around. It’s a kind of universe reverse back kick that you don’t see arrive because you're focused on the attack. Practitioners all have their own style when it comes to combat but I prefer a good defense and sometimes there's nothing more defensively appropriate than being opportunistically offensive once your opponent has over extended himself. That’s something the universe does all the time and it’s best expressed in that immortal phrase, “Pride goes before a fall.”

In the words of the desk sergeant at Hill Street Blues, “Let’s be careful out there”. Love and affection to you all.


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Visible sings: ♫ Pure Sweet Love ♫
'Pure Sweet Love' is track no. 8 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
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The New Shangri-La.

Petri Dish Mirror.

Lady Apocalypse is Coming into Bloom

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The planet has turned into a strip tease club. It’s not the usual fare- that removes one garment after another- until the whole body is bare (rhyming alert). This is one of those striptease clubs that might appear in a Clive Barker or John Carpenter film but there’s the possibility it might be a comedy too. Still, you can’t shake the tense apprehension that crawls up your spine as you try to get comfortable in your seat.

The dancer on the stage is indistinct. You can’t see her face and you can’t tell for sure if it’s female either. You can’t even tell if it’s human because there is the repeating sensation that there are more than two arms and legs in play at different times. You rub your eyes but that doesn’t seem to help.

The music is chaotic and dissonant but just when you think you might run screaming into the aisle it changes to a melodic and soporific tone. It’s as if it had morphed to Pachebel Canon but at a much lower speed. The movements of the dancer change to accommodate the changes in the music. When it’s frenetic you get the sensation you are watching a performance piece called, “Ax Murder Wedding”. When it calms, it’s more like drowning in a lake but it doesn’t trouble you for some reason; like the time you were driving drunk at 90 miles an hour on an unknown back road but you knew you could handle it because you were nicely detached.

The dress of the dancer is a complicated affair. It’s like a burnoose or a chador that’s been cut up vertically to the neck line every six inches or so. Areas of skin appear with frequency. Sometimes is looks like skin and sometimes it looks like darkness. Every now and then you can see it clearly. There’s a funny side effect that kicks in whenever you are seeing clearly. Your perception and identification capacity seems to recede so that, even when you know what it is, you’re not sure; not sure at all.

It’s hard to tell if the dancer is slender or wide; young or old, beautiful or hideous and that accounts for some of the tension. Flashes of teeth that appear in the occasional juxtaposition of stage light and smile (is that a smile?) also are worrisome. You feel like there’s something you should know but you don’t know what it is. Even more disconcerting is what happens when you look at the other patrons in the club. Some of them have pieces missing from their bodies and not in places you’ve been accustomed to. Even more distressing is the fact that they seem to be unaware of it. The waitresses and other club personnel are not reassuring either. They don’t look happy and they don’t look friendly.

I could go on with this theme and probably close right out with it but I’m setting the stage for something, just the way they are in the club. We went slumming this morning over to Fox-Goblin News and saw more signs of The Apocalypse; more glimpses of flesh and we know they are all parts of the same dancing body but... not which parts or how they connect.

An Israeli (Israel is a trademark of the Rothschild banking industry) ‘leading’ newspaper, Maariv, says that the US is denying visas to Israeli, nuclear scientists from Dimona and also that the US has stopped selling nuclear-related materials to the MagogkeNazi Nation. The White House denies this. The source is a professor who doesn’t work in Dimona. Well, obviously the scientists are in the business of stealing technology information because that is the way they do business in the MagogkeNazi Nation. Still, that’s always been okay.

Karzai went to Kandahar Province and it was worse than mannish Coulter in Ottawa. 1,500 tribal elders were screaming at Karzai that the coming Kandahar offensive would bring strife and not security to the region. So Karzai asked them if they were happy with that or not (grin). They said they were not. So Karzai says, “Then until the time you say you are happy, the operation will not happen,” General Stanley McChrystal was sitting right behind him and it’s reported that he looked really apprehensive.

McChrystal is right up on the stage with the dancer we’ve been talking about, so he’s seeing a little more than he probably wants to. Can Karzai say and do that? He said it. You could have knocked me over with a brick of hashish when I read that. While I was ducking the brick of hashish, I could have sworn I saw Vladimir Putin having a drink at one of the tables. When I looked again he was gone.

The lead story has Obama breaking years of protocol by sneaking out of the White House without the Press Whore(s). They said he went to watch one of his daughters play soccer but... it’s said that when the press van ‘appeared’ to arrive at the president’s location, there was no presidential car, no president and... They couldn’t ‘verify’ him at ‘any’ location. Not even James Gannon knew where he’d been.

438 to 437 is the tally by which Romney won the straw poll over Ron Paul. What are the odds of those numbers?

Liz Taylor is marrying a black, gay man but maybe not actually getting married depending on whatever the reason for generating the buzz might be. Like I said, This Apocalypse has a sense of humor and I defy you to pick which of these news items I think is the most amusing. This is going to put an awful lot of pressure on Madonna to turn the Hollywood toilet bowl into a crime scene; nothing takes the attention off of one act of bad taste more than the yellow police tape of an even greater act of bad taste; perhaps a rumor of her daughter Lewdes getting a Palestinian, organ transplant? Disclaimer; please note that this is Petri Dish.

Next we hear from an alternative news location that the Polish government was set to weaken their currency and the mysterious reverse serendipity the plane crash implies. The joint is jumping folks!

What this means to me; taking into consideration all that I have exampled here and the much greater bulk of what has to be going on behind the stage, is that all kinds of flaming shit in paper bags are about to be stomped on by clueless goons in Armani and it isn’t even Halloween yet. The mysterious dancer has a pig bladder in one hand and a machete in the other. We can’t tell what’s in the other hands or how many of them there are but it does look like Durga Night at the Bingo parlor.

I think the reason that the dancer is so hard to make out is because she looks different to everyone. To some she looks beautiful beyond compare and to others she looks like Fatal Attraction on steroids and all points between.

Massive adjustments are being made in the international, political and financial balance of power. The people who couldn’t say; “Yes Sir! Can I have another”? quick enough before, have now got a paddle in their own hands. It’s a Michael Steele, party animal, kind of a moment.

The dancer seems to be everywhere; dancing, serving drinks, tending bar, watching the door and... cart-wheeling down the street. She’s in the closet and under the bed. Lady Apocalypse is coming into bloom but... are those roses in her cheeks?


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Visible sings: ♫ Smoke and Mirrors ♫
'Smoke and Mirrors' is track no. 9 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
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The New Shangri-La.

Petri Dish Mirror.

The Monkey and the Mango Vase

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Sat back for a few days watching the wheels go round... or the wheels come off, as you prefer. The earthquake machine, whether it be natural or unnatural is cranking up and strange weather is appearing in various places. I have no idea if ‘they’ are messing with the weather. It’s all speculation. I know they can and I know that killing people is something that grants them the tumescence they are after; whether it be murderous helicopter pilots or their more vicious masters or even more vicious bankers behind it all.

Toppling some of the unbelievably corrupt governments of the west is an idea whose time has come but it’s pointless to focus on the politicians. These are just the ordinary whores plying their trade street side. It’s the bankers that need to come down and have all their money redistributed. It’s the pimps and the crime bosses that you want, not the lying mouthpieces who work for them.

I note with interest this piece of news going around that Wiki-Leak’s is a government op. I haven’t a clue as to the truth of that. Some might have thought I was advocating that position but it was merely our desire to bring it to your attention.

This brings me around to the out of state financed Peter Schiff character. Kurt Nimmo puts into print what I think about the guy. In any case he’s a stockbroker and a free market capitalist. This kind of animal doesn’t give a shit about the people his system hurts. A big whoop de doo about his accurately predicting the sub prime, housing crisis; we predicted that well before him at Smoking Mirrors but we’re not trading on that to get ourselves a whore suit.

What I’ve noticed is that things are cracking up all over the place. Kyrgyzstan is an important domino in a place where there are a whole lot of unstable dominoes. Boom! Just like that and out of nowhere, the government is gone. Hopefully this does not bode well for the US, Neo-Con terror operation in Afghanistan. Under the cover of blaming Afghanistan and Bin Laden for something they didn’t do, the international drug traffickers were able to get the opium and hashish business back on track. Now they’re using some of their supply to cause chaos in Russia by addicting the populace. Let’s hope the new government throws the US out of their airbase and hamstrings their capacity for mass murder for awhile.

Meanwhile, some of the leadership that the Iraqis prefer has gained power in Iraq. Sadr is becoming a potent force. It’s about time, given that the US has killed around a million Iraqis and displaced millions more and all of it based on lies. Saddam was like Florence Nightingale compared to the systematic murder carried out by the Neo-Con war machine.

This all started back in the Neo-Con planning rooms at PNAC where they got the 9/11 attack in motion. This was, of course, carried out by Rothschildlandia and agents of western intelligence along with well-placed killer swine like Larry Silverstein and Dick’em Cheney. That telling moment with Secretary Minetta in the war room says it all. Cheney refused to scramble the jets in defense of the country; probably because the attacking air machines needed to finish the job and were under the control of Cheney and those controlling him.

We have entered entirely unpredictable territory. You never know what you are going to see from one day to the next. It’s not just the financial and warmongering skullduggery; it’s the lives of celebrities and the uncertainty of the mass. Confusion is the order of the day. Invest in silver! Invest in gold! Invest in guns and ammo... who the Hell knows?

However and whatever are the plans of the Neo-Cons and their ancient, underworld based, horned master... it can’t all be them. My take is that they are even more frightened than the people they are trying to scare. They’re like jugglers with too many balls in the air, except they are juggling chainsaws and knives while knocking back the Jack Daniels.

Well, as I have said repeatedly, their horned master works for the main guy so they’re not going to get relief in that direction. They are just going to be led into more and more exposure and greater and greater vulnerability. ♫High ho! High ho! It’s off to judgment they go... and they don’t even know♫

Yes, it’s all coming apart. Afghanistan is lost and Iraq looks like it’s going that way too. Karzai knows what’s up and that accounts for his strange behavior of late. Not much gets said about what Russia and China are doing behind the scenes but you can bet it’s having a major impact. They’re right there too. The US is not. Tactically it’s not an advantageous position for the Neo-Cons. Short of the use of nuclear weapons they are toast.

The majority of us who are out of the loop don’t really know what’s happening behind the curtain. My best guess is that Iran has weapons they aren’t talking about. My guess is that all sorts of alliances and deals are being made behind the scene. It’s only common sense. The Neo-Cons are making war on Russia and China in a variety of ways. It stands to reason that they would be doing what they can to protect themselves. So, Armageddon lurches across the landscape like a blind, lumbering and very pissed off monster dragging a huge net of fear in his wake.

Alright... so besides being bloodthirsty vampires, the bankers and the Neo-Cons must be practical men, right? They must realize that if it gets badly out of control that their heads are going to wind up on pikes. These men have gone to the best schools and associate with all sorts of others who advise and inform them. It must be that greed is like a fever and like the monkey whose hand is trapped in the vase by his grip on the mango... they just can’t let go. With one hand already trapped they are still looking everywhere for another vase with a mango in it.

It can’t possibly be sane to want billions of dollars. It comes to a point where you just can’t spend the money, so only the game is important. Terrible acts are accomplished by the movement of fountain pens across paper and it all just looks like ciphers. The human element has been removed from their sight just as it was previously removed from their hearts. A terrible fury of judgment is coming for these clowns and nothing you say and nothing they see can wake them up from their dreams of power and self importance. I just can’t get over how much it looks like a movie. I can’t get over how much of a cosmic moral play it is.

I don’t know what to stock up on or what to convert the currency I don’t have into. I suspect that wisdom and understanding would be a good move. We’re hoping to get a shipment in shortly. These things are like instruments on a plane. You can see where you’re going even if you can’t see where you’re going.

I don’t suppose there’s any new news here. I’m just beating on my drum and whatever comes out was looking for that opportunity. The will of the divine and world circumstances are going to dictate events and we’ll all be wherever we are, based on our understanding and whatever wisdom (or lack of it) assisted in placing us there.

These are those times when just about anything can happen. I mean anything. There’s no way to predict the combinations of natural and human event along with the very unstable environment, made so by the departure of virtues and a swarming in of vice. Whatever it’s going to be, it’s going to be interesting.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Graveyards of the Heart ♫
'Graveyards of the Heart' is track no. 3 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'
Lyrics (pops up)


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