Saturday, April 28, 2012

Making Friends with Mr. Apocalypse

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be straight and true so you can smell out the truth inside of you.

(as I am on the near verge of publishing my new novel, “The Curious Tale of Ash and the Whine “I am looking for a publisher who will also have an option on the most recent book published. Failing any takers, I will just self-publish with Amazon- or someone similar but I throw this out there, in hope of some kind of Kevin Bacon connection where someone knows someone or is someone and wants to get engaged with me in making it happen. Our phone lines are now open, metaphorically speaking- grin-)

Readers of this blog may remember a couple of years ago, when I was in Italy and came near death or consuming madness and how I did an arcane ritual that lasted all day and at which I was told Lady Nature got her powers back. I don't know the literal truth of many things. I do know that one thing can be said and one thing can appear but the meaning may be profoundly other sometimes, so I leave it at that. There are signs of all sorts of curious things happening in Nature. The barriers between this world and The Devic Realm are being changed. Portals are opening and restrictions are being adjusted. I know this from first hand experience and have an invite that I will exercise when the opportunity arrives. You can't go anywhere until you can go there.

We've all heard, “merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream”. That is a literal truth. Maya, who weaves the dream web, which enthrals and intoxicates us, spins the matter out of her own being. This gives us a playing field, upon which we can go through the changes that will permanently free us. It's a conundrum. It's ironic and these days a lot of people are catatonic when they're not autistic. That also implies portals elsewhere. You have this whole projection of “the world and everything that's in it”, along with “the devil and the deep blue sea”. Scylla and Charybdis are out there somewhere, beyond which, mermaids linger and ancient mystics, wash their bodies with sunlight, pounding sand until their ship comes in and sets off again to...ports unknown sketched from long forgotten memories newly remembered. Memory is a deep well and it is said that remembering is the most important feature of realization. I wouldn't know (grin).

So, here is the world, only existing as a construct for the purpose of escaping from it. That's the real meaning of 'for the purpose of 'demon'stration and the fact that everything is under control. In every case where it appears not to be, that is just one more case of cosmic somnambulism. Walk with me, go on, we're headed for the sunny side of the street, no reason for fear or alarm. Maybe you get it and maybe you don't. Maybe someone else gets it and maybe they don't but... the whole thing is a very simple affair. We are dreamers and the object is, dreamers awake! We are in The Apocalypse, where awakening is the point. Apocalypse and Revelation are the same... the meaning; to reveal, is not a complicated consideration. So, most of the readers here know this to be true, at least, generally true. So... why are we not fully engaged in that understanding and the performance of requirements? That is a puzzle. There it is. That's how it is. There we are and... hmmm, there we are.

I'm glad I'm not in Italy at the moment, nor plan to be shortly. I know weird shit is happening but this is off the charts. This is monstrous. The amusing thing about it, if it is amusing, is that when you go to the post office in Italy, you are in for one of those motor vehicle department experiences. I have never seen red tape and going the long, convoluted way (most significantly affected by the inevitable decision to choose the most time consuming and frustrating course possible) round like I have in Italy. I had noticed that the tax police, the money police, are the most feared entity there. They’re called the guardia di finanza. They don't like Italians going to Switzerland and not paying their duties/VAT coming back. I was on a train once, coming from Luzerne and headed for Bari, when some Guardia Finanza got on. When they got to my seat, which I was sharing with an elderly Italian couple and some other guy. I was dressed like the hippie I am, they tore apart the luggage of this couple and the other guy and paid no attention to me whatsoever; not even asking for my passport or anything.

I've got some strange Karma in Europe; quite the reverse of what it was in the US (the land of 'it's not US, it's someone else' and do you know the way to Brooklyn or should I just go fuck myself?) Possibly on this same trip, returning from ‘performing' at a 9/11 event that included David Ray Griffin and Niel Harrit, I got pretty lit on my way into Milan. It doesn't happen often but it does, or did, happen. I got into an altercation with a woman at a tobacco kiosk and the police came. In the process of the engagement, it occurred to me that they were going to arrest me. I thought, oh no! So, I sat down and they began dragging me across the floor through the train station, a long way. They were not pleased. We got to the exit and they just tossed me out. That was it. Strange.

When you come out of the train station in Rome, at night, you see dozen of carabinieri standing around in combat outfits by a great many police cars and they are some of the meanest looking dudes I've ever seen. The police in Germany, my experience, are the nicest and most polite public servants I have ever encountered, though I hear they can be otherwise in places like Frankfurt). The Swiss, well, the Swiss are the Swiss. The whole culture is dominated by money and the pharmaceutical empire. I don't care for Switzerland, though I have met some good people. France is the most beautiful of them all but of course, the French live there (kidding!!!). On occasion I would see some Americans in a shop and they would start right out, talking loud and fast in English. The Ugly American is a reality. I always try to speak the language wherever I am. They appreciate the effort, regardless of your limitations (most of the time). I haven't been to the UK and have no plans for that, though I might go to Ireland. Sometimes I wish I had a sugar daddy. Should I advertise on Craig's List? I was dreaming about owning this for a while. It was about 500, 000 Euro at the time. I could have managed 600 Euro and maybe even gotten 6,000 Euro together but... heh heh. It would have been nice though.

Any day now, we could be in the day when the whole world changes, for the better and the worse. It's around the corner but we don't know how close. It's limping at the moment. It's weary and restless at the same time. An electric tingle attends the hours of approach. For some it means a new beginning and for some, that's all she wrote. I think about all the things I could want in the whole world and I only come up with one thing; a nice place to live. The house I am in is not user friendly. It was designed by someone who didn't know what they were doing. Hey! I'm glad to have a roof over my head but... I often dream about somewhere that suits my vision of it all... an arboretum, an eco-friendly pool, with things growing in it, a sauna, sculptured and private grounds; somewhere to run with the hounds, somewhere to sit in the soft wash of moonlight, with the impression that something friendly and wonderful is in the treeline over there. I have been able to predict a few things in recent years. I was announcing that I was going to Europe for some months before it worked out, well beyond expectation. I would discuss it from the stage at my gigs on Maui. So, I know such a house is coming. It will simply arrive the way these things tend to.

Some of us have a lot of friends (or think we do, until things go sideways) and some of us do not have many friends, (or think we don't) but there is one friend that everyone who comes here should have and that is Mr. Apocalypse. He's all over the place these days, tapping with his walking stick, feeling his way like a blind man, only he ain't blind; lifting up skirts with his stick, tapping at the entrance to burrows and singing, “Come out, come out, wherever you are”. He's underground and he's above ground. He's behind and in front of you. People should approach him as a real being and make friends with him. He is a very engaging fellow. He's an excellent conversationalist and he knows everybody; all the doormen at the right places and all the guardians at the gates. When you walk with Mr. Apocalypse, you just know that things will be, even if they aren’t at the moment, okay. You kind of know that you are too cool for school, even though you are in school all the time. You can wear your shades night and day, because, when you're cool, the sun is always shining.

It's a wonderful thing, not to be an expert or to have the idea that I am well informed. I don't know who built the pyramids and I don't know much about nephilim and anunnaki. I don't know why the English and their colonies drive on the left hand side of the road and what that has to do with Hebrew reading from right to left and what that has to do with London being the world financial center. I know there's a connection. There are all kinds of connections, hiding in plain sight. We are all of us hiding in plain sight, hidden from ourselves and each other. Mr. Apocalypse is taking care of that though, even if it seems to go slow. Everything is being arranged into place. The proper lighting is deployed, to set everything off to its best advantage and disadvantage. I just know this must be true, which brings me back around to that whole thing about what's been ever and ever going on around here and what its purpose is and why we don’t have a deeply visceral awareness of it.

I sometimes think of the other side of the equation as being possibly like the River world series by Phillip Jose Farmer. I get the definite sensation that there are spectacular landscapes, where I can, in luxurious repose, recline and contemplate the endless stretch of my behind; meaning what is behind me, not my actual callipygian proprietor. I'm glad you're all informed about the linguistics employed so I don't have to explain anything. Always more riddles wrapped in enigmas, like what does, “Get the behind me Satan” have to do with buggery? As I see myself about to digress, I remember that mass murderer, Winston Churchill, saying that "The real traditions of the British Navy are rum, buggery and the lash.
“I’m guessing that extends to banking, politics and religion as well and what do you know? There's plenty of evidence for that argument. I'm not being very politically correct here (how unlike me). Aeschylus said “in war, truth is the first casualty”. I would say, in that context, the first casualty of political correctness, is humor. There is no mirth in that wretched afterbirth.

When you can't laugh about something that is attended by so much humor, human and cosmic, then something is wrong. Humor allows observation from a distance. You get too close up on something and it's not funny anymore. Well, I'm too close up on this post so I guess I should put it up and get some distance. That seems to assist perspective and that’s another thing Mr. Apocalypse knows all about.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ Just Like a River ♫
'Just Like a River' is track no. 9 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
Lyrics (pops up)

God in Country by Les Visible

Oh yeah, today's song is poorly engineered but I include it for the lyrics and connections to the posting.

There will be a radio show Sunday night at the usual time and place.


Anaughty Mouser said...

Thank you Visible.

A sunny jaunt through the meadow of our minds. I could see you smiling as you typed it!

Any day now...

On another note - just can't shake those BPDs. First one was probably in an amorous knot relation with her dog, and now a clandestine dike posing as a monogamous hetero.

Alas, your point about humour is very well timed. Sometimes one just has to step back and laugh at the whole dream called life.

Power to you Sir!

Peace and love,


Anonymous said...

Hello Les,

You moved out of Italy? I remember a while back you mentioned you were contemplating it.
Can I ask, are you still in Europe, or did you end up somewhere in Latin/South America?

I plan on moving sometime this summer, but I'm still undecided as to where.


Anonymous said...

via Homer..

As Les visible prabhu noted above, though perhaps I'm sprinkling a little salt on it, the number one propensity of human beings is to forget. Forgetfulness.

Mr. Apocalypse, however, remembers very well.

He lives in the moment, every moment, and at every moment he
understands Who he works for and what his place(dharma) is.

What his place is?! Gasp!
Yes, what his place is.

He knows very well if a time comes when he forgets this, he will cease to be the inscrutable Mr. Apocalypse.

Even Lord Indra, the King of Heaven, once forgot (due to a curse) who he was, where he belonged.

But that's another story..

Anonymous said...

flowing like a river
rounding out rocks
running wild fever
hounded by clocks

mollusk said...

Mr. A is always welcome. We have some comfy chairs on the porch where you can recline and there is a soft pillow the length of the chair. We only have some ice cold water for refreshment but that is the best drink anyway. If I make it to Euroland I won't return to the velvet hologram. Amsterdam would be my choice for port of call. Always loved the green stickies or happy smoke. Yes I'll shake Mr. A's hand and tell em carry on fine sir and good job.

Anonymous said...

Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder...

I see them...zombies on the lawn staggering around...

speaking of the frogs...

Once in converation with Eustace Mullins, he related some family history...from France...

Oddly the terrorists in Talmudia manifest the greatest percentage of paranoid schizophrenics on Earth...,7340,L-4220944,00.html...
...and "THEY" never carried 12 stones across the Jordan...

Bismillah, Roger that River man...

Blessings to all who love Truth, and Have a Friend in Jesus...THE - ^^^ "Mr. Apocalypse" ^^^

....cue Gilda Radner...

Put those TARES in the Ovens...!!!



Richie (Dana) said...

A most excellent post Visible.

I sit here and applaud your creative vision.
This is what everyone should be spending some time on. Begin to imagine and feel the new world that is fast approaching.

Everyone will receive the world that they imagine, so create well my friends.

I perhaps, shall have a villa just around the bend from you Visible.

I am still working on the design features.

Universally speaking, I know that 40 years in construction is nothing but at least it is a start. Besides who knows what I was doing in all those other lives. I seem to have forgotten. (grin)

Perhaps I can offer some assistance?


Anonymous said...

Mr.Apocalypse has a wonderful sense of humor as well ….
(hope I wake up happy)

btw;that link to animal/friends made my day....

mollusk said...

Grrr! L.V. it looks like the Netherlands is no longer an option:

My ancestors spit on their haircuts and I fart in their general direction. Why do they think anyone would come to their sinking country besides pot and prostitutes.

bholanath said...

Here's a compilation of more that 400 photos and videos depicting inter-species harmony, collected by friends of the Devic realm 'radical activists' - No Speciesism Here, some of which appeared in your link.

Visible said...

I'm in Europe, for the moment.

Anonymous said...

Great song! Production values aside. I can see Mr Apocalypse sitting by the banks tapping his walking stick and singing along. Mr Apocalypse likes you Vis. I don't know who you are but I do know that no one writes like this in the way you do one hundred percent of the time who isn't guided, touched, loved and inspired by god.


preacher said...

“any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.”
― Clive Barker, Days of Magic, Nights of War

Richie (Dana) said...

A needed change here to get on to the new world has to do with our financial system.

This is a positive view of many decent humans attempting to implement that very thing and is tempered with a healthy dose of the spiritual side.

Visible said...

Huge fan of Clive Barkers work.

Anonymous said...

From what I can tell, The nephillim were 4 angels. The tribes of the giants were the anakim, the rephaim, the zuzim, and hinnomim.

Gotcher ears on, Ben? Correct me if I'm wrong. Aren't 4 angels chained up somewhere like east of the Euphrates?

Stranger than fiction

Ray Zerwitt

Patrick V1.2 said...

Indian Chief 'Two Eagles' was asked by a white U.S. government official, "You have observed the white man for 90 years. You've seen his wars his technological advances. You've seen his progress, and the damage he's done."

The Chief nodded in agreement.

The official continued. "Considering all these events, in your opinion, where did the white man go wrong?"

The Chief stared at the governemnet official then replied.

"When the white man find land, Indians running it, no taxes, no debt, plenty buffalo, plenty beaver, clean water. Women did all the work, Medicine man free. Indian man spend all day hunting and fishing; all night having sex."

Then the Chief leaned back and smiled. "Only white man dumb enough to think he could improve system like that."

Visible said...

Will wonders never cease? look what Michael Rivero posted of mine. This with the tremendous assistance of Patrick W. Lord I love you, I truly do.

Anonymous said...

Wouldn't it be a trip if Mr. Apocalypse actually worked for Goldman Sachs...

Richie (Dana) said...

That is awesomely beautiful.

Thank you.

Patrick.....You are the man.
Very nice job and greatly appreciated.


Anonymous said...

via Homer..

That is truly a marvelous piece done wonderfully by Patrick W.

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

Les Visible prabhu!

Ben said...

Vis, All,

As always, tremendous resonance. We are really blessed to live in these times.

@Ray Zerwit (if you might have been querying me). The four angels are referenced in Revelation 9; the sixth angel was commanded to release the four angels that were bound at the great river Euphrates.

In Revelation 16 the sixth angel pours out his bowl on the great river Euphrates and its water was dried up to prepare the way for the kings from the East.

In my humble view, we are seeing this take place and it began with the financial issues beginning in 2008.

Revelation (apart from being the Revelation of Jesus the Christ... or, the Apocalypse of Jesus the Christ), speaks in depth of the fall of Mystery Babylon.

As such, my belief is that the drying up of the great river Euphrates speaks of the "drying up" of the world's reserve currency - the dollar.

The Euphrates river was historic Babylon's lifeline and, if one reflects, we use words today that are synonymous with both literal rivers and finances. Banks along rivers control the direction and force of the water/current... financial banks control the direction and force of money/currency. If a bank is solvent, then it still has liquidity... the same goes for a river or stream. An insolvent river is one that is dried up... it has no more liquid/liquidity. A financial market can be described as "stagnant"... like a swamp. These are a few examples but there are many many more.

My belief is that those prophecies that speak of Mystery Babylon and its fall have their precedences in historical Babylon.

Cyrus the Great (whom God called "his anointed") dried up the river Euphrates by diverting/damming its flow and the Medes and the Persians entered the city through Babylon's river gates - unopposed, since the priests of the city had opened the gates.

In my belief, for whatever its worth, we are seeing this repeated today; the "great river Euphrates" is being dried up and Mystery Babylon is experiencing that effect. We are starting to see that some of the "priests" of Mystery Babylon (all these bankers/financiers) are abandoning/betraying this "great city" (I've lost count of the hundreds of bankers that have resigned/retired recently).

According to historical accounts (the book of Daniel, Josephus and Herodotus), when Babylon fell, it fell without bloodshed and it fell within hours. Only its rulers (Belshazzar and his princes) were put to death; Cyrus immediately forgave all debts owed by the citizens of Babylon and, according to history, Cyrus was indeed a very benevolent ruler (for those times).

Most of us are probably aware that there are some things taking place in China / Asia that show that "the kings of the East" are not prepared to go the same direction the West seems to be headed. So I strongly suspect we will see, at some level, Asia play a substantial role in the fall of Mystery Babylon... and I also suspect we'll see Persia, modern day Iran, play a definitive role in the fall of MB (perhaps by destroying Israel... where the people of Gog and Magog currently dwell and take great spoil).

Mr. Apocalypse is having his way... and, in response to Anonymous @10:09:00 PM who queried whether Mr. Apocalypse works for Goldman Sachs. The answer is No.

Goldman Sachs works for Mr. Apocalypse. Remember when Lloyd Blankfein said that GS "does God's work"... it's just that he had no idea when he said it that it is literally true, and I suspect that Mr. Blanfein is unaware (since he's a khazar) that in Ecclesiastes it is written: "God has made it the purpose of the evil to acquire wealth, so that it may be turned over to those that please God."

Thanks Lloyd... you are doing God's work.

Anonymous said...

The opening bars of "The Seeker" on "In Search Of Rest" come from, are inspired by.....Meher Baba, of course!

As regards publishing, you might - in addition to Amazon - consider "Smashwords" - who do non-DRM e-book versions of books for all device types, and offer their authors a good cut of the (sizeable) net (from what they say in their material - The author/publisher decides on the price to charge for her/his work...)

Hope you're well, and Suzanne too, and all who sail with you!

- "Irani Friend"

Stella Blue said...
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Ray B. said...

"...these days a lot of people are catatonic when they're not autistic."

Back in the distant past (grin), I read a lot about psychology - the real stuff, before pill-popping took over. One of the concepts that really grabbed me was the "Double Bind". See if this menu would drive people catatonic or autistic (or psychotic):

Two levels of dialogue. They not only don't match up, but sometimes are opposites. For example: The person who says they love you, while hurting you in some way.

Then, throw in the kicker: You cannot fight, and you cannot quit the field (flight).

When therapists dug deep into their 'gone' clients, they found these 'rules'. Often, they were internalized when the client was too young to respond in some powerful way. Like the elephant who was tied to a peg when a baby, they have an 'inner view' of no escape. Then, the dissonance drives them wacko in some way.

(Once the therapist helps the client both to recognize the two dialogues AND to 'grow up' inside, the "Double Bind" is broken. Wow; the client magically gets better. They have the 'forbidden knowledge' AND the 'choice of outcome'.

(By the way, there is a third option beyond 'fight' or 'flight' for those committed to it: Understanding the situation from moving to a 'higher state of being'. This is not an intellectual knowing; it is an actual shift - producing an 'Oh' or 'I understand' moment. It is where true compassion actually originates. Then, not being 'bound' to the situation, you just do what is needed. And, a bonus for those experiencing it: You are 'changed' from within...)

I believe the "Double Bind" scales up to families, societies, and even worlds. Perhaps, Mr. Apocalypse is a therapist...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Anonymous said...

let us Educate ourselves on history that is not taught in modern society.

John Rambo said...

I've always been very happy and thrilled at the idea that this evil modern society is going to collapse. So for the truth seekers and honest people, Mr. Apocalypse is a good friend.

For those who are part of the evil system, and who profit from it, they of course want this evil system to continue. So to them, Mr. Apocalypse is their worst nightmare.

Come on Mr. Apocalypse, I'm waiting for you to arrive and I'll welcome you with wide open arms!

Anonymous said...

Hmm, I don't know if Mr. Apocalypse would want to come around here and hang out. Nothing to see here but a sentient being waddling in his own filth waiting for something he can't perceive but knows he must wait for it. I could only offer some coffee and some bagels along with a ample helping of 'stinky' and a side of quadriplegia, anyway - an acquired taste, yes I know.

No, nothing to see here unless one likes to sometimes stop and smell the dog shit in order to keep themselves appreciative of the smell of the roses. Or, they like those really sad movies about the underachieving pervert turned recluse, turned scared shitless, turned caregiver, turned idealist, turned scared shitless (again), turned indifferent, turned spiritualist (I guess), turned... well, I guess that's the part I'm waiting for...

...I'll let you all know how it ends.

Denny said...

I know who built the pyramids. Okay, admittedly, having no knowledge whatsoever in Egyptology or anything else for that matter (apart from certain observations of basic human nature), I'd say that it was probably the same superfluous guys you find in every era in need of a buck or two - ie an assortment of slaves, building workers and sundry brought in from every part of the country who were granted certain tax exemptions, most of whom were probably disgruntled and in ill-health as a result of having to chip away at rock and for years on end. And for what reason..? Well, nothing more than to appease the usual ruling megolomaniacs of the day, who were obviously under the impression that they were more important than everyone else, in the sense that they were entitled to an exclusive afterlife while their mortal remains were kept well preserved along with their valuables inside those huge, stone monstrosities now used only as a tourist attraction to rake in money for the Egyptian government. As for the pyramids having any cosmic or esoteric significance, if anyone can show me any concrete proof I'm all ears....

What difference is there between the pyramids and say any other gigantic skyscraper found in every city today..? It's not as if today's imposing monstrosities are any more or less of a technical feat than what can be seen in Egypt today (apart from the fact that today's monstrosities probably wouldn't last as long).

Denny said...

Re "Get thee hence, Satan"...

What troubles me is that I wonder just how many people would press a button placed in front of them next to a suitcase containing say $100 000 000. The money would be all yours upon pressing the button, which would lead to say some obscure guy with AIDS in Africa dying instantly as a result. I've asked a number of people that question and I was shocked that even certain personal acquaintances replied that they wouldn't hesitate in pressing the button. Of course they "reasoned" that they'd place some of the money into actually helping those with AIDS etc., but come off it... Just ask yourself, would you press the button...?

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami

Find that Sage in the New Age Bin.

Stella Blue said...
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Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up-

Make Your Own Angel, Put Wings on a Whore.

Anonymous said...

Yeah Ben

Great post. Thanks for the heads up.

It's my hunch that those nephillim are still around because their "chosen" are chosen for their stupidity, their childish obstinance, and their inability to get a better idea or a clue. They're stupid enough to carry out the most preposterous and stupid orders. The "chutzpah" is what nobody can grasp. Who knew it would work? Somebody knew.

"My people perish for lack of knowledge", they know, and the tail becomes the head.

Ray Zerwitt

onething said...

What are you talking about, Vis? This is a great song, one of your best. Very smooth.

Ben - I do like your interpretations of the apocalypse and mystery Babylon; I agree that MB is the U.S. Or it could be the banking system based here and in London.

Anonymous said...

Привет (Hi) Les Visible, Im George from Ukraine
Mr.Apocalypse? U mean Him? i-mmm,com
Some call him Hero & yes, He is Unique
He was like Don Kixot in 1993, but now he got An army.
Trere is over 30 mil. of As in over 40 contries & groving...
So call 'Financial' Apocalypsis is started by His design...

We simple, no 'strawman' people call it Social money distrib.-making 'system'.
To take part in this is simple:
Simple registration (U need a 'Referral' - an invite), chose a Ref. from the list
& after in 'BackOffice' see all Ur activity.
For Ur 'real fiat' money U will get virtual Mavro currency & its groving at 40% a Months!
Plus 20% as refferer...

Read the 'Rules' & main point : money is NOT collected in one place!
& no one can stop me from giving My money to another living soul!
No offices registered with so call 'goverments' , no legal crapp(sorry :))
Only Physic-to-Physic action & trust (I know , U got it guys, not evrything is lost)

As we know, money is allready stolen by those on the top of this world 'Food Pyramid'.
But it belong to As.
No Taxes on it also , as one man says: 'To tax somebody is to kill him' (slowly)
If U are not a registered corporal ent. , then all Ur taxes is Volontary!
Just stop fillingUp forms & ask for a Loo (law) if 'they' start to bug U.
De-register Urself from UCC (Universal Commersial Code) & be les visible for burocRats.
Stop asking Ur 'Gov' for privileges(to drive & more), U got them when U was born.

Will answer any Q. I know (gladly :)) as Im getting paid for it)
My contact for now: ,
My invite name for U if U find no one : Sovereignty
Dont loose time... See U in :)
p.s. Yes Im zio-aware too
No! No! Its too much O-o_

Orfo. to fix is for U if U like (thanks ahead), if not then its my 'tradeMarks' ;))

No revolution to make( as they all is controlled) , no protests...(controlled too)
Just take back whats was Urs from beginning...

Les Visible, I read & learn alot of perls of Yours, Thanks Man!



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