Saturday, January 05, 2013

Dog Poet Transmitting 2 and I Love You

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Not a day goes by that I don't think I should cut and run. You have never seen anything like India, if you haven't seen India and I have only seen parts of The South so far. I am meeting people who are so impressive in their simplicity and native spirituality that I am in awe of the majesty of the cosmos. I'm not sure I can handle this but somehow I am handling it or, should I say, it is handling me. People; consider this mountain that fills my window spaces as a god. There's something present here and whatever it may be, it is inescapable.

I'm staying here under the assumption that one of the most gifted musicians I have ever met, Scott Armstrong, will eventually show up. I have to hide in my apartment much of the time. It is all just too overwhelming. People who read my blogs and live around here, know who my friend Abul is. He's that gifted at so many things that people just know who he is. I had no idea that I had so many readers, no matter where I am; I realize now. Some of them like Wendel, who once came from Indiana but is now an old India hand has such a beauty of experience wreathed around them. Some of them are full of shit.

One fellow who goes around claiming to be enlightened but who has been reading the blogs for awhile was bugging me for a bit but then, mercifully, I thought, had gone away, got in touch with Abul. Abul didn't tell me what he said and I'm not the sort of person to be curious about that sort of thing. I may have some shortcomings but vanity isn't one of them. Trust me, the synchronicity here is major.

Today I was with my rickshaw driver. It was a new guy named Minux. Usually Gopal Krishna drives me everywhere. I sensed that this guy didn't really like me so... I said, "Let's go somewhere where I can get a beer." He said that there is nowhere in Thiruvanamalai where you can do that. I said, call Gopal. So we wound up at this hotel where I had been before and where no one is ever around; out of the outskirts of town and I said, "Come have a beer with me." He said, "Okay." We had a beer and I decided we should have another. There were two skin and bones dogs moving about so I ordered a complete meal for each of them. Minux opened up to me. He told me how little he made. He has a wife, a son and a daughter. He is very proud of his family. Then he said to me, "You are a very good man, a very good man." He said that in 15 years of driving a rickshaw, I am the first person to ever do this; take him out for a beer. If you need any more proof about why I despise most westerners, look no further. It has never been more clear to me that I am a black man trapped in a white man's skin-

"Well, it's Din! Din! Din!
You lazarussian leather Gunga Din
Though I've belted you and flayed you
By the living god that made you
You're a better man that I am, Gunga Din."

I still don't have internet so... I might have messed up a couple of lines.

Anyway, when Minux said that to me I burst into tears. He was so concerned for me. I told him, "Do you think I feel bad? Not at all. If a man can't weep because his heart is overflowing he is dead inside, dead." Then again, how many people's hearts are overflowing? Thank God I can still feel and I have never felt so much as I am feeling now. It is fiercely intimidating. How does that line in the Paul Simon song go?

"My love for you is so overpowering
I am afraid that I might disappear
Slip sliding away."

I was on a beach in the Bahamas years ago when I heard The Persuasions singing that and I remember what it was like to be young and stupid and to believe so much, not much has changed (grin). I've danced on a lot of beaches in my life, dancing

"Beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate, driven deep beneath the waves"- etc.

Of anyone I have ever known has, "been there and done that", I have...

"So, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?"

It is at once, beautiful, breathtaking, horrifying, dirty And teeming, always teeming here. I'm starting to get a clue as to just what kind of a person I really am and why my invisible friends like me. Quite truthfully, I hate myself; for not having tried harder, for not having succeeded so that I could do more, for all the various shortcomings that make me what I am and what I am not. I despise myself; compared to the people who should, I have committed no great crimes but I never did enough. I never took the right road. I always went ‘les traveled' and more difficult. For some dumb ass reason, I always do it the hard way. In short, I am a fool, no big revelation there.

I realize now that I personally don't know shit from Shinola. I am a fucking amateur fighting ghost armies in the cemeteries of night. I am no better or worse than my imagination convicts me of. I'm told that I am a lot better than I think I am; relentlessly. Every time I am about to fall into the slough of despond, someone, something picks me up and says, "Would I love you if you were the asshole you think you are?" And that voice, like the hound of heaven pursues me down all the highways and byways of my life and the moments of my thought and says, "Visible, be nice to yourself as you demonstrably are to others. I made you hate yourself for the refinement of your work and I made other people love you far better than you have ever been capable of loving yourself." To paraphrase Tom Waits; "You ain't a bad guy when you get to know you."

I have never been so humbled in my life as I am now... never. I'm pretty good at a few things as most of you know but I'm also good at a bunch of things you don't know about but I realize now that I am not nearly as good as I thought I was, even given the fact that when you are that good, no one can contend with you. I am a mere piker. I am the living approximate of no one, nowhere. I get it now, in the shadow of this mountain. I recognize my insignificance. If you can't handle it, don't come here because everything about you will be exposed and rendered naked. If you are a real human being you will be stripped to the bone If you are a posturing prat, you won't even notice but everyone else will.

I really hope those of my readers who can afford it, come and visit and see what I have been given. As you well know, my generosity is only exceeded by my inability to perform and express it. Hey, it's winter where most of you are and through the unmatched generosity of my readers, I'm okay and you will be too. All you have to do is get here. I have the food and the infrastructure and, as you know, I don't lie. I would have been caught out a long time ago. Absolutely no one on the internet has the genuine and intelligent readers that I have and there is no mistake about why that is. I would blame it on resonance, or excessive articulation for those wishing and hoping but you and I know why that is really...

I feel terrible about not sending Michael Rivero the bottle of scotch I have for him; I will though. I feel terrible about all the things I have left undone; not the least of which was to have been more diligent about letting Susanne know every day how much I love her but... there is time for all these things. I want all of you to remember that if it was not for Rixon Stewart, a lot of you would have never heard of me. If it were not for Jeff Rense, the same thing applies. I have had a lot of help coming to your attention. Bide with me friends, the best is yet to come.

It is 3 days later and I *still* don't have internet. But check this out. I live several kilometers out of town, on a dead end street and... inexplicably someone opened an internet café 25 meters from my apartment. I am going to go post this there now. I trust that Sim will fix the punctuation problems in this posting. Lady K shows up today and that will help. I can't sleep for this mountain brooding over me. Truth be known, I need a handler but that will come. I cannot manage my life. I'm lucky I can go to the toilet without a handler; just being honest. One thing I have always tried to do, my readers, is to be honest with you. I can't cut and run. I may be a lot of things but I am no coward. I will face what I have to. I have probably watched "Pure County" ten times since I got here and "Time Bandits" plenty too. If you are going to come to India there is one thing you have to do; make an honest rickshaw driver your friend. I've done that.

One thing more, Tulsia, who lives with Abdul and is one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on; black as coal, with all the beauty and brilliance of her kind... make no mistake. She has cared for me and looked out for me. Of all the people in this camp, Tulsia has looked out for me the most. If you are glad I am still alive, blame her. I went into a store with her a few days ago and some punks insulted her and I came within a heart-breath of grabbing both of them by the collar and letting them know what was what. I didn't do it out of respect for her. That is what she means to me. I definitely have visible and invisible friends. You really should be here.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: Color Ball by Les Visible♫ Without a Clue (unplugged) ♫
A studio version of 'Without a Clue' is track no. 11 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'

Color Ball by Les Visible


L.L.O. said...

Well Les,
Ive been following you pretty much steadily since 2010 (I was living in Honokawai when I heard of you. Thanks Bud).
Not sure exactly how I found you but once I read your words I heard the "ring" that you speak of.
To make a long story short; I feel Im on your page but I have so much work to do on myself. However, I am very happy for you.
Best of luck!


Steve said...

Ahh, Visji.

Good to hear from you my friend.
I have an empty bank account at this point in time, no work and 2 kids to to care for.
This may change, if it does I will pop over for a visit for sure.

I know what you mean with the not liking yourself thing. I deal with that every day.

Take care

Anonymous said...

... would WE love you if you were the asshole you think you are?-?? Thanks for keeping us in touch Les.


Anonymous said...

Ahh Les, my wet nosed gunga din dog poet.

Beware the great expense of that rare commodity called truth, - recall that a wise man once said words to the effect;-

If you want to upset someone - tell them a lie.
If you wish to upset everyone - then tell them the truth!

That's why truth is such a rare and thus expensive commodity, to be used sparingly.

There are those who have claimed to know the truth, and as a result have fallen from living under the Grace of God (and reverted to living under his laws instead - always a much tougher road to hoe my friend).

May God Bless You Les Visible, your words always bring me a little smile one way or another.

Luckily in this incarnation, you got the wet nose (while I by comparison got the itchy balls!).

Woof mate & keep it up OK?

Cheers and cold beers from me big ears! ;o)

Anonymous said...

Hi Vis,

I love u too ;o). If I were to name all the things that are wrong about me we would be here for a very long time. I choose to focus on that which the divine has corrected. It give me hope. I don't judge myself too harshly because it would make me a harsh judge of others and I don't want that to happen. I kind of get the feeling that our inability to perfect ourselves the way we would really like to is there for the very reason of making us less judgemental of others.

If I get the chance to head off to India I couldn't think of another person I would rather travel on my journey of enlightenment with for a while then you Vis. Both hubby and I would love to meet u one day.

Luv Kazz

mayaseri said...

Be well my friend you are well taken care of and provided what is that about the lilies of the valley and the sparrows-who takes care of them Visible?You know who my friend and He has never let us down.
Be well and thank you.


DaveS said...

howling at the moon with you Mr Vis. Thanks for all you do and have done. May peace and pleasure keep you company.

Laura said...

It is amazing what personally held layers may continue to be unveiled ~ what might become crystal clear in light of new circumstances and not the usual environments we "inhabit." We are never "done" in this spiral of life...the next mountain awaits and appears though the flavor and focus changes with each successive mastery of our divine journey of Self.

I was touched by your experience with the rickshaw driver...a reflection of how easy and simple it is to embrace and uplift another human being. Acknowledging another and allowing them to express their story is a mighty powerful thing.

What reflections of light and dark you are experiencing...the polarities are both very strong, from what you write.....

Synchronicity abounds as we follow the divine call and listen to our hearts.

With love, in grace ~

barbarossa58 said...

Safe jouneys...

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

I'm a mutt, too.

Mutts sometimes accept grace and feel love.

Best of health to you!

jaya śrī-kṛṣṇa-caitanya prabhu-nityānanda,
śrī-advaita, gadādhara śrīvāsādi-gaura-bhakta-vṛnda

(I offer my respectful obeisances unto Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu, Lord Nityananda, Sri Advaita, Gadadhara Pandit, Srivas Thakur, and all the devotees of Lord Caitanya)

Clarity said...

Dear Visible,

How nice to see a new PD today, filled with so many different thoughts.

We are often our own harshest critics and our own worst enemies. Maybe you've said that once or twice? (grin)

shoulda tried harder
coulda done better
wish i woulda...

Every year I say that as a teacher - I didn't do enough for my students. Every day I say that as a parent - if I could only go back, I'd do it this way instead. As a person... it doesn't end.

shoulda, coulda, woulda

Learning and growth comes from the journey, not the destination. We're not supposed to succeed at everything. I tell my students that often. "You're not supposed to get everything right. If you know all the answers you don't belong here."

As far as the road you traveled - what, exactly, is the "right" road? The easy one, where everything works out smoothly? Choosing the more difficult path says a lot about you. (All good!) You have, and will continue to, pick up many valuable things along the way. In the end, you will be far ahead of those who took the "right" road, in so many ways.


... If a man can’t weep because his heart is overflowing he is dead inside, dead.” Then again, how many people’s hearts are overflowing? Thank God I can still feel and I have never felt so much as I am feeling now.

Amen to that.

A friend once said to me, "Crying .... just an outward sign of caring ... and it's a badge of honor at times...."

Wear your badge with pride.


May I pair your words: Absolutely no one on the internet has the genuine and intelligent readers that I have...

with Anonthy's? ... would WE love you if you were the asshole you think you are?-??

You are not insignificant to us, and you are loved.


Kazz, mayaseri (c.j), and Laura ~ You all found a way of expressing some of my thoughts - but in much prettier words.

Much love,

brokenbeat said...

Greetings, Vis et al,

It has been quite some time since I've dropped in and I have no clue what has transpired in the interim. Last I checked in, Stella was outed and ousted. No offense intended by my inactivity on the blogs - I have much respect for Vis and the regulars. I simply had to step aside to get on with things and most likely will do so again. I just wanted to say hi.

As it turns out, I just returned from central India after two and a half weeks there. What a special place to spend solstice, Christmas and New Year's Eve! I loved it and felt right at home. I can't wait to return. I'm half there now. It was my first trip in this incarnation and it is beyond description with imputed terms. The pollution and poverty is sad indeed, but it is otherwise charming.

It makes a huge difference where you go as some spots are supercharged though suprisingly most locals don't meditate. The rural areas are the most interesting and pleasant though the pollution and poverty are ever-present but in smaller doses.

It can be frustrating at times, but only if you expect western conveniences and efficiency. Once you give up on that, it gets easier.

The traffic is unreal but works magnificently. There is an almost hive-mind like order underlying the apparent chaos. People honk to announce their presence and it's welcomed as the signs on the back of trucks attest - "Honk Please OK". The pedestrians, cyclists, cows, dogs, ox-drawn carts, tuk-tuks (auto-rickshaws), cars, vans, SUVs and trucks all share the roads going in all directions (including crossing) with little respect for lanes or proper sides of the road (directly against the flow) but somehow it all works with almost no incidents. Not necessarily the most efficient especially for the big vehicles, but it works. It's a glorious dance.

The sights, sounds and smells are intoxicating especially in rural valleys. Decoration is a high art form; incense and burning cow dung (love it!) linger; conches are blown to wake and roust along with the roosters ("Awaken now!" is how I hear them) and temple bells and drums (including massive kettle drums - if only I could fit one in my kit!) start the aarati before the hymns and chanting kick in.

It might not be appreciated by all, but I couldn't get enough! Next for me is northern India and Nepal. I hope to spend months touring the foothills of the Himalayas. Southern India will have to wait it's turn, though it'll get on fine without me, as no doubt all of you have.



Anonymous said...

"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. To be your own man is hard business. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."

- Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

Anonymous said...

“My love for you is so overpowering I am afraid that I might disappear; slip sliding away”

when the ego/personal identity leaves love is.
may we all get there soon.

thom j

Anonymous said...

Always a special and valued experience Les, always :) I am sure I am not the only one who can relate to most of what you've said here.

The way I once put it (in my earlier days as an aspiring musician) when asked by a friend how it (my instrumental virtuosity and expanding repertoire) 'was going' was "to be honest, the better I get, the worse I realize I am". That became my mantra of sorts, kept me humble and ever mindful of the artistic mountain I was climbing, and I have never forgotten.

Much love, namaste!

John C. said...

Yo Les-ji
Nice to see you're observing the sinychronicity that is India...
"Think it, and it shall be" (within 3mins-3 days or so, approx.)


Since my first residency in Nainital in 1998 I've pondered the phenom. And so far, my only answer has been:
This is a country of over 1 billion people who, all of them to a person (with minor exceptions), believe/know in every cell of their body, mind & spirit that the bottom line is: that there's more to this place than meets the eye. Hence

Almost all Indians are comfortable with mystery and live in a world of 'both/and" - the bottom line being the Country's unofficial motto: "This is India! Anything is possible!" (as opposed to the West where the perspective is, "either/or" and the bottom line is, "Cash talks, bs walks.")

I describe it to myself as a Perpendicular Relationship (India v. the West perspectives)

and with 1 billion people all vibrating to the same basic concept, the result is the largest, most psychically responsive environment on the planet.

This is great when the manifestation is fun and definitely not great when the manifestation is horrible...and India can do horrible like no other can also do wonderful like no other place as well...

So the caveat, "Be careful what you wish for..." is more powerful here... we're called to manage our mind chatter and thoughts like no other place on earth...because we'll be facing them in front of us in just a moment.... (Hang it comes!)

Got some neg. self-talk? great!! It'll be amplified to the highest exponent, until we cease indulging in it...India just makes it louder...less distractions, so we get to hear ourself think (for better or for worse) more clearly...

Distractible? Good news! We get to see the universe begin to manifest distractions like no other place!
Everything folds into itself and the universe gets to shine brightly as the mirror of Self that it can often be - Everyone and everything-just different parts of ourselves that we had no idea actually existed...

("Wow! I thought I got rid of that trait a long time ago!")
If it's out there, it definitely came from inside soldering, where the two wires have to be the same temp (vibration) to make a permanent bond and merge into one wire, we can only see/experience that for which we have the vibratory equivalent within-somewhere within...

At least that perspective helps me to deal a bit more elegantly and with a modicum of compassion with myself, others and the so-called "world around" me.

But then, again, I pretty much figure you already know that...the cool thing about India is that we get to practice it in realtime as if it's 3D (which of course, it is...people live and die as proof of that every day)

Gotta love the Inet cafe opening more or less next door....such an India event!

Enjoy the adventure, you sound as though you're just reaching entry speed....stay a few more months and then, when you're ready for a break, come up to the Himalayas a bit above Dharamsala....I'll be there, managing a cool hotel in the middle of a 200 acre forest at about 7500' with Himalayan views across a small valley and the Dalai Lama's house just below...the url for it is in my profile somewhere...I think you have to click on my name or something....
(and we do have Internet!)
Cheers Big Ears
Keep breathing and drinking your 2litres of H2O/day....(Bottled (with a shrink-wrapped sealed cap) or filtered youself-you shoiuld be able to get a 1.5 gal stainless steel drip filter one for under USD$30)

May you be happy & healthy and filled with ease as you practice patience.

Peace, Brother
Aloha & Namaste' (Now, mus' go!)

Laura said...

Dear Clarity ~ I would imagine that you are a most beloved teacher and a gift to your is their blessed fortune to have your presence in their lives.

With Love, in grace ~

Rob in WI said...

You share wisdom, and at the same time bare your soul, in a special way. You don't use a single phrase, as many "masters" do, to dismiss a question. You share your own open channel. As many masters say "you must seek, and find the answer", you share the ongoing result of your search. You're very special, Visible, and may your continuing adventure be fruitful.
Thanks, and be well, Rob

Ray B. said...

Hi, Vis! (and All)

Boy, your column really brought it all back. "It is at once, beautiful, breathtaking, horrifying, dirty And teeming, always teeming here." Exactly!

On your feelings about yourself: I have always had repressed stuff of mine come up/out when I was in a vibrationally-elevated area and/or with a vibrationally-advanced 'teacher'. For what it's worth, I checked into the average vibes around Thiruvanamalai. The overall township is 21-level, which is extremely high for current human settlements. The mountainous area of Arunachala is around 25-level, which is indicative of major earth-energies and/or in-dwelling advanced beings. (How cool!) If you can keep from 'blowing out', the vibes will gradually push out anything that is not of their level. Think of this as 'acclimatizing' (grin). The effect can be mild or shattering. It is good that you are attracting a 'support system' for this.

Your experience with Minux was very heart-opening for me. Thanks for being you...


John C.: That was an elegant explanation of "the synchronicity that is India." (Cue Vis' internet café...) I have experienced it there, myself. You have it down. I am cut/pasting your posting in with other 'jewels' that I have amassed from other Commenters. Thanks!

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

P.S. brokenbeat / John V.: Good to hear from you!

esteban said...

oh, arunachala

on whose shoulders,

rest the sky

you wait so patiently.

i can almost see you,

from where i am.

i go to you

and we are united

once again

PSO said...

It is good to hear from you Vis. I am glad you are doing well.
I would love to come visit that place and spend time there with you too, and perhaps I will provided the Messenger sends me.
I have a strange compelling to write this msg. I want to write, "Go to that Mountain Vis. Make haste!".

God Speed brother.

patrick from western kentucky

and to the readers here:
"Become that Mountain.".

Zurdo said...


Well it is good to hear you have landed in a place that seems to suit you well. Best wishes on your new abode. After dating a very spiritual women from Bombay I may end up there myself someday. A lot of what you composed resonated with me and has me thinking more and more on what will 2013 bring forth.

Blessings to you and all that support your efforts.


Anonymous said...

Visible you will be alright and a more complicated person for you r journey

Can't imagine the filth and the love and confusion at times


the gardener said...

As I hungrily tuned into your journey a ripping guffaw overtook me with this passage of yours "But check this out. I live several kilometers out of town, on a dead end street and... inexplicably someone opened an internet café 25 meters from my apartment. I am going to go post this there now."

But, of course, LOL!!! but of course.

I love you man and feel like I'm in some kind of sick suspended animation. Wish I were there.

the gardener

the gardener said...

Dear John, great to see you in here again and with such wonderful experiences to relay also, your words inspired me- "Decoration is a high art form; incense and burning cow dung (love it!) linger"

don't have any cow dung availed to me at midnite here my time but did put a heaping spoonful of solomon's seal herb in the water pots I have brewing on the stove for humidity and lit up some frankincense and myrrh incense to endow my humble home with some warmth and riches of the scent.

many thanks,

the gardener

HB said...


Have been following your blogs for a while thanks to Jeff Rense, and the story of the rickshaw driver is one of the most moving things I've read yet. Don't want you to cut and run, but if you ever want to explore the antithesis of India, come visit us in Hong Kong. The only danger I can perceive in such a visit would be that you might start liking yourself a bit too much once you see how the 8 million people in this city (whether expat, native Hong Konger, or mainland Chinese squatter) treat each other in their mad rush for wealth, position, and high end branded consumer products. Anyway, maybe you haven't done all you think you should have, but as far as I'm concerned, any single blog entry of yours, picked at random, is sufficient to justify your eternal existence. Many blessings to you.

Erica said...

Hi Vis,Good to hear from you again.Seems that you have gravitated to your spiritual home.Some of us are still floundering in less than auspicious surroundings,wondering which way to go,and how to get there.
No need to constantly beat yourself up-you have achieved a lot more than most of us.
Would love to visit,if that elusive windfall ever reaches me-though I fear the India experience would be well outside my comfort zone-perhaps that's the 'kick up the butt' that I need!

Anonymous said...

When you talk about India, in my minds eye, I can see the place although I have never been there. I saw that rickshaw driver and those two starving hounds that you fed. Occasionally, when I read a book, I have the same experience. Tolstoys books come to mind. Must have been there in a lifetime past.

Don't think I'm cut out to witness the abject poverty scenario, and people taking a dump in a flower pot on the main boulevard etc. When I was younger we often went to Tijuana, nice bar scene etc. but the poverty was too much. That's the farthest out of the country I've been unless you consider Hawaii he he. Been there a bunch of times. Looking back I wish I had gone to South America instead of Hawaii on some of those trips.

I worked with a lot of Punjabs while in California. They are pretty smart but not very industrius when working for wages, but become very industrius when they purchase farms or businesses. They also lack mechanical ability.

Hey Clarity, do you teach your students critical thinking or the old Columbus sailed the ocean blue in 1492. I'm very unempressed with students now days. They get out of highschool and don't seem to know anything.


preacher said...

We are keeping an eye out for you Vis:

Live Web Camera on Mount Arunachala

Just wave when you're on top of it... ;)
Ain't no mountain high enough to keep us from you. In spirit that is!

Anonymous said...

Dear Visible, "Absolutely no one on the internet has the genuine and inteligent readers that I have and there is no mistake why that is..." I first found your blogs last summer. Your words as well as words of many of your readers became food for my soul. Thank you for all you do, you are a very special one. Blessings to you! Lane

Anonymous said...

So! Hello Vis! Been reading you for YEARs, this is my first comment! First......You Are My F'en Favorite. You & I share a "connection". Big time! I was born on Oahu in 66! That's only a little part. If our guides or fate decries we will meet someday.
Now.....the much k you do man and how often? Im a weed and mushroom kinda guy so the k thing is foggy to me. Hows that stuff dovetail with this life thing ?
Thank you in advance! Is there something to read on the subject you like?
Stay safe championship!
Da Haoli Boy

Visible said...

my friends; i am on the internet finally. Expect an Origami, I know you like those more than anything else. I am humbled by you but I miss Susanne like the desert hungers for water. (If you have ever been in love you know what I am feeling now).

Susanne often tells me, "I have not been a good wife to you", it has been anything but. You want to know how I can do what I do? Blame Susanne. She made it possible. Were it not for her, I would have never written these things. Her spirit moves in me and she keeps me safe. She may now have another life to live, I do not. Oh what wonderful commentators... You have my respect and admiration. Live long and prosper!!!

Visible said...

and Cap'n Spadgett get your ass over here. Scott Armstrong got his visa; now see what kind of music we make. Last night, I rode on a bullock cart all the way around Arunachala, at times, I jumped off the cart and embraced by brown brothers and sisters. India is not evil. It is the finest land I have ever been in. Do you know what it means to me to meet and intelligent people????

I can't wait for Scott and Mikaela to meet the friends I have now. We are seriously going to rock this joint. I cannot wait for Scott to show up. What a world. What a world!!!!! I honestly can't handle it but who cares?

It has been my pleasure to serve you. I can do no more. I go now to Shambhala. Thank you for all you have done. Thank you. I will see you in paradise. Count on it.

Steve said...

Which airport do I fly into?

Fuck yeah

Steve said...

Which airport do I fly into?

Fuck yeah!

Clarity said...

Laura, I cannot express what your kind words mean to me. Thank you so very much. You are being most generous, but I can assure you that I try, and I hope that is how they view me.

John C., what an interesting description. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.

John V., nice to see you again.

Fud, what you see is exactly what they want. The agenda is to take away the ability to think. Obedient little soldiers is their goal.

Are you familiar with Charlotte Iserbyt? If you can get past AJ, I find her to be both intelligent and interesting to listen to in this video. She has a lot to say about education and what the real goals are.

You can read her book, The Deliberate Dumbing Down of America at her website of the same name. She offers it for a free download there. Charlotte has another interesting video that addresses both education and Agenda 21.

Norman Dodd, head researcher of the Reece Commission, tells about how tax-exempt foundations (think Rockefeller) are involved promoting a hidden agenda in our schools.

It's a fine line to walk, unfortunately, but I do as much as I can. What helps me are the words, "Some people believe..." I am able to throw a lot of food for thought at them when I begin my sentences with these words. This way, I am not saying something is or isn't so; rather i am exposing them to some different views. I tell them they should believe nothing and research on their own. These are the discussions in which they show the greatest interest.

I always try to incorporate critical thinking and problem solving. This is not an easy task, as the children are being hit from every direction with things in all aspects of the environment, and they are keeping them from being able to focus and think. I do my best.

Much love,

Clarity said...

Sending you lots of love, Vis.

You sound happy. I am happy for you.

Much love and eternal gratitude,

Alan, 20yo kid Perth said...

Okay thats the last invitation i need.

Give me two months to save up and i'll be there!!

India here i come!!!

Mark my words Les, mark them good

brokenbeat said...

Warm Salutations to All,


I can certainly identify with your intoxication with India. I only wish I could have stayed longer and am already working on returning for an extended trip as soon as practicable. It would be an honor to meet you there and it's starting to sound like you'll be there for some time. I imagine you could use a drummer for your jam and/or recording sessions, but you probably have that covered already. Scrounging up a decent kit would be a challenge, but not impossible.

You have kept up your awesome mission as I can see by your last three posts. I hope to read back further, but I have so much on my plate now that I've found the master I was seeking. The fit couldn't be better and I'm making great progress. Truly blessed am I...

John C.,

Eagle's Nest looks to be an ideal landing spot when I make it up that way. You have a wealth of experience and I hope to meet you someday.

Ray B.,

Thanks for the welcome. I've only read the comments for the last posts on the three blogs and see you're in the thick of it as usual, stirring and getting stirred...

the gardener,

Thank you as well for the welcome back and appreciation. You certainly seem to have a knack for creating a comforting environment from the sounds of it. You, and others, might enjoy the mostly cow dung based incense I discovered while in the valley of the Siddhas. It smells wonderful and drives away the skeeters. It's called Govardhan incense sticks (also available as cakes) and is amongst many other great products available from ecovillage dot org dot in. Great articles abound there as well.

Peace be upon you all,

John V.

brokenbeat said...


I just saw your last comments - thanks to you as well and your courage and integrity has always been an inspiration for me. You are a treasure, though likely not popular with your employers!


John V.

Anonymous said...

God Bless you Clarity,
will e-mail you soon with phone you can call me. All Good.

I Love this place, Thank You All.

walking hawk

Vis,, I Love You Man !!!

Steve said...

I wish you were my teacher Clarity, I may have learned something in school.

Visible said...

Scott and I don't have a drummer yet but Bholanath would have something to say about that. I don't even know if Scott wants to work with be but... I suspect there is room for everyone.

Steve said...

I'm happy to sleep on the floor

Ray B. said...

brokenbeat / John V.:

"Ray B. ...see you're in the thick of it as usual, stirring and getting stirred..."

Yep. Reminds me of some stonework on a wall at one of the Angkor Wat temples. (Would love to get there, sometime.) It shows 'good guys' on one end of a rope, 'bad guys' on the other end, and some kind of a 'churn' in the center. Together, they are churning out creation. Just doing my part... (grin)

" that I've found the master I was seeking."

You can't expect me not to look at you with a raised eyebrow and inquisitive expression on that one. More details, please... (grin)

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

the gardener said...

With Vis constantly at the back of my mind... I came upon this early in the morning of Tuesday Jan. 8, Elvis' birthdate too :) one line jumped out at me "Stalling the dark until rescue could be effected" where I'm at right now- good read -written in 2005 it is meaningful to me.

Return of Light

the gardener

PS-John, I'm surrounded by cattle of all types. Curious with such sweet faces (domesticated ones) then there are those who come and go as they please especially in winter time. "please" or as needed for their survival. I've been burning Willow wood for the first time ever-willows take in such vast amounts of water that though cut and dried a good few years the water still fizzles and sizzles out and smells like aspirin! The moose I've been told only eat willow or pine in the winter... the willows due to the blood thinning attributes makes them mean and aggressive-the Pine mellow and sweet natured. Was kind of leery burning that willow. Matched it energy wise with some Pine branches clipped long ago.

Waiting for my Hershey's cocoa cake to cool to frost for my boy's breakfast. The aroma warming the cockles of his heart whilst sleeping.

love to all and hang in there babies

the gardener said...

Also came across this one which I have came up with naturally with all the losses of loved ones in the past few years. Lucky enough to have been able to say this exact string of words to all of them prior to our meeting again in the future world.

Said to be out of David Wilcock's latest book and called 'ho'oponopona' technique/prayer. (my husband's favorite little windchime was the ho'oponopona so that is what caught my attention to this:

I love you. I am sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.

the gardener

brokenbeat said...

Ray B.,

My Master? Ah, well she sports leather tights, spiked heels and wields whips and chains. Hurting never felt so good!

I could have said teacher or guru but meant a meditation master. I just needed some guidance and support from someone who's been there before.

Keep on churning, the rope didn't break on 12/21!,

John V.

Anonymous said...

to the gardener -
Thank you so much for the link and the share... has many parallels to Doc Chiappalone's message (of whom I'm entirely grateful)... and the deer just outside my window decorating my surroundings tucked into our neck-a-the-woods.

Grateful for keen inner & outer vision... well, ya know discern discern discern when it comes to channeling, especially my own.

Thanking every single contributor even the ones that aren't appreciated by some!

Waving to Vis - my mind enjoys visualizing your tales of take-alongs. Always entertaining... what a mind.. yours, mine & everyones! it's a Weeeeee as in us thing.

wishing you all serenity and endurance.

Shirl E

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

Here it is Ray - the story of the churning of the ocean of milk.

"Millions of years ago,
the most powerful beings in the universe,
inspired by the Supreme Lord,
united to perform an astounding feat"

"So the demigods sought advice from Lord Vishnu who told them to make an agreement with the asuras to churn the ocean of milk together in order to get the nectar of immortality."

Clarity said...

John V.,
walking hawk,
Cap'n Spadgett,
Ray B. -

Thank you all for your messages and kind words. They are appreciated. Sorry I've been negligent in getting back to you - very busy right now!

Much love,

Ray B. said...

via Homer, January 08, 2013 5:35:00 PM

"the story of the churning of the ocean of milk."

Thank you! I read the story in the URL you provided, and it provided the 'back story' to what I had seen. I even understand the excitement behind the Kumbha Mela, now. Much appreciated!

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Ray B. said...

On a completely different note, I ran across this interesting essay . In it, John Lanchester states:

"We have at the moment this monstrous hybrid, state capitalism... This is a parody of economic order, in which the general public bears all the risks and the financial sector takes all the rewards – an extraordinarily pure form of what used to be called ‘socialism for the rich’. But ‘socialism for the rich’ was supposed to be a joke. The truth is that it is now genuinely the way the global economy is working.

The financial system in its current condition poses an existential threat to Western democracy far exceeding any terrorist threat. No democracy has ever been destabilised by terrorism, but if the cashpoints stopped giving out money, it would be an event on a scale that would put the currently constituted democratic states at risk of collapse. And yet governments act as if there is very little they can do about it. They have the legal power to conscript us and send us to war, but they can’t address any fundamentals of the economic order."

Boy, I hope that the 'turning', as I have described it, comes along in all due haste...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

est said...

yes, homer

forgot the http:

ha - sorry, still no hyper-link

jai sat chit[al] ananda

Ray B. said...

I thought I'd step into the hot-link or hyperlink 'fray', having just learned the trick (grin). A general example is at Hyperlink Code.

[Note: The blogging software does not like standalone hyperlink segments or 'http'. It did not let me use these in the general form or line-break examples (below).

In the standalone hyperlink segments, I substituted ~ for <, and ` for >. Use < and > in the actual process.

For the http sequence at the start of the URL, I am using (), instead. Use the complete URL starting with http in the actual process.

Sorry. I had no sense this would be this tough through the blogger...]


The general form is:

~a href="

Take out the line breaks (also substitute in <> and http, etc), and it becomes the hyperlink.


This is how I arranged the hyperlink in my last posting:

~a href="
this interesting essay

Take out the line breaks (also substitute in <> and http, etc), and it becomes:
this interesting essay


For 'via Homer', the hyperlink becomes:

~a href="
the story of the churning of the ocean of milk

Take out the line breaks (also substitute in <> and http, etc), and it becomes:

the story of the churning of the ocean of milk

I hope all this helps...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

Thanks est.

Thanks Ray.

Yes Ray, it's a really big deal for billions of people for millions of years.

Most people have a problem accepting or adjusting to such an immense cosmology and the time periods involved.

Here's an article with two links to charts.
One chart of time.
One chart of creation.

In a nutshell.

You might enjoy a quick look..

"Vedic Time & Creation"

Anonymous said...

arghhh... so ok I take it back, that earlier linky stinky after all. Dontcha hate it when that happens? (snort) It was fun to spot the errors at first, cha-ching, cha-ching, then ad nausea... got old.... next!

this just in w/accuracy:
(sorry i haven't tried hotlinkin' yet)

(hey, 3rd time is a charmer on prove you're not a robot) grins

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up-

On the Road, in Search of the Hidden Visible

WarmZephyr said...

Les Visible,

You are one of the greatest poets that ever lived - an artist that captures the ellusive stream of spirit, pours it into a glass and offers it for free to us thirsty droplets. Thank you for "Being There." ; )

"I realize now that I personally don't know shit from Shinola. I am a fucking amateur fighting ~ghost armies in the cemeteries of night~. I am no better or worse than my imagination convicts me of." (LV)

WAH! You are Akhila...and the Shakti is so intense in India that just NOT GOING MAD is an accompishment in itself. Be proud of that alone. You are a jewel, a treasure and appreciated beyond measure. xo

Anonymous said...

From the 11th Canto of Srimad Bhagavatam.

One of the 24 gurus.

#24) The wasp: he trapped a weaker insect in his hive. This insect took on the mentality of a wasp out of intense fear of the wasp, and thus became a wasp in its next life.

This illustrates how one attains in the next life what one's mind is fixed upon.

Anonymous said...

the gargener ;

Thank You for the link to, The Return Of The Light.

This info. will help me in The Work I have to do.

I Love You, Thank You !

walking hawk

Anonymous said...

Prayag Kumbh Mela


Jan 13, 2013 — ALLAHABAD, INDIA..

As the narration in Srimad Bhagavatam goes, demons and demigods jointly churned the ocean and obtained 14 valuable jewels besides nectar. Jayant, the son of Indra ran away with the nectar, so that demons may not drink it, and in running around, he sought help from Sun, Jupiter and Moon. He stopped at 12 places - eight in heaven and only four on earth, where a few drops of nectar splashed, making these places holy. Kumbh (pitcher) mela (assembly of devotees) is thus held every 12th year at Haridwar, Prayag, Nasik and Ujjain.

An attendance of over 100 million is expected during the six main bathing days within a total period of six weeks, ending February 27th.

Srimad Bhagavatam class was conducted by H.G. Sarvabhauma das on SB 3.5.14, describing the dialogue between Uddhava and Maitreya at the bank of Yamuna. How to help those who are in distress - a goal for Vaishnavas.

Through prasadam, book distribution and chanting of the Holy Names and giving association to devotees, it all becomes easy to bring Godhead face to face, as explained to Narada Muni by the Lord Himself: wherever my glories are sung, O Narada, I am present there!



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