Friday, November 08, 2013

An Apocalyptic Frottage in an Age of Hannibal Lectors

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Where are you Will Graham and Clarice Starling when we need you?

Slowly but surely, the air (or whatever force) in the bubble presses against the skin of the bubble and sooner or later, the bubble bursts. The same is true for the camel's back and any allegory for Critical Mass that you want to use, sooner or later, the chickens come home to feed, except that they're 15 feet high (courtesy of Monsanto) and will eat anything.

Now here is something that any objective reader with intelligence will see through in a heartsbeat. Besides being similar to a Cliff Notes Wikipedia entry, there are targeted sentences of intent. I'll leave it to the reader to fathom it out. Also, why would a Satanist call himself Elijah AND the photo at the top is interesting too. Far be it from me to say one way or the other that this is written for a purpose other than it appears to be, for the purpose of. Far be anything from me now that I think of it, which is not an authentic part of my intrinsic and eternal nature. This is what gets obscured in times of material darkness ...because the emphasis is put upon all things transitory and that is taken to be how it should be ...by the public at large. It's all a product of conditioning. If you repeat a lie often enough it obtains substance. Over time and sometimes, it seems, before you know it, it's right there in that empty lot that isn't empty anymore. It could happen that an entire ghost city gets constructed, a kind of dark spirit overlay, upon whatever may have been there before and it becomes the new real. It is easiest to be deceived by things that emerge slowly over time. Whole generations are groomed with lies and perversions, as we can see in the world around us at present. As collective insanity is nurtured from the top down, the laws become ever more absurd. On and on it goes, absurdity piled on to absurdity. This way, when the rare person, still possessed of curiosity about the state of the world around them scratches the surface, they'll see a similar absurdity fossilized up below it.

I tend to read most anything because I often learn something from the most obscure and sometimes doctrinal sources.

Although the breakdown in the longstanding infrastructure of governments and religions is a necessary and unavoidable thing, certain aspects of life do not take place in a vacuum. Some facsimile of a former template will always arrive or be inserted into the absence created by the departure of whatever was there before. One reason why one should not reject things because of their provenance, or the fundie slant of the argument is that you never know when you'll find something out. Beneath the seemingly innocuous surface of this banal Loony Tunes culture, all sorts of things are going on; in the basements of houses, in wild places, in empty and abandoned warehouses and other structures. We live in an age of Hannibal Lectors

Mr Apocalypse is backstage of the world theater. This is the place where people rehearse their real intentions in their minds, prior to acting them out, if they ever do but... some form of demonstration always occurs, if only as a result of what can no longer be internally restrained, breaking through to the surface via the weakest link in the chain that, until that moment, held it back.

Many things are slowly emerging and as a larger collective mind links up to them, their power increases. Then... and then there are the dumbasses that prove 'a little knowledge is dangerous' and who make ridiculous comments like Hanuman is just another manifestation of Shiva." Whenever you're reading someone and their scholarship is either non existent, or bent to accommodate an agenda, you can suspect that there's a lot wrong with where they're coming from, even if their basic premise (Obama is evil) is more than ball park accurate.

In the land of guns and rage. In the land of haves and have nots (cue Lauren Bacall, ♫How little we know♫). In the land of ghost buffalo and Native American spirits. In the land of spontaneous violence, at the hands of roid rage robo-cops. In an age of unstoppable negative destinies, converging on a positive result, that cannot be presumed from appearances, the walls are tightening everywhere. In an age where both sides of the bad guys are now on the same side of the wire AND you are behind that wire. In the land where all the rules are made by those who break the rules and who snarl and sneer in the face of their own destruction. In this age and in this land and in all lands where this declining age approaches that steep drop, where at last "the center cannot hold" and things do fall apart, ONLY those connected to that which continues will continue. The rest will go to their assigned locations or be mulched under, into the nitrogen rich atmosphere of Karma pending.

Huge bodies are shifting in the material darkness, as long vested interests, arrange themselves for the Armageddon Polka. Gog and Magog are going "Aleman right" and "Aleman left" but you can see how that would work even if it is a polka. It's a perpetual square dance for those who can't get outside of the box. How strange is it, the way that poorly translated and much abused scriptures would dovetail to such a degree, with the appearance of this critical pending moment on the grand stage?

The stupendous rapacity of the greed-heads is breathtaking; already in possession of more than they can count, immune to taxation, the beneficiary of outrageous interests, collaborating with one another to yoyo string The Big Board of Commodities, up and down at their pleasure and for their profit, while maximizing the costs to the workers, through minimizing wages and benefits, while at the same time, offshoring labor and manufacturing; in essence, bleeding the country white. Vampires by any other name would still be vampires. They have shit all over themselves. They have shit in their pants and only they are immune to the stench. The public mills about like poleaxed steers, as outrageous crimes take place with impunity... so far. They had all they could ever need. They could have wallowed like pigs in the plunder for the length of their term here but nothing would satiate them but that they could squeeze blood from a stone. They have wrung humanity dry but humanity is not without their shepherds and these not only protect and guide both the good and the clueless but the evil as well ...to all of their appointed ends.

We live in the Age of Chemical Reaction, where the combination of low level desire and the pockets of shit-fire gas, wreathe one about each other, in tendrils of ominously flammable potential. Everything is combustible, the plastic and the by product gases, the hog lagoons and compressed shit servants rubbing up against each other in dangerous friction; the mindless, by reflex, frottage of masturbating dooms, to each according to the dispositions of their hearts.

In the end, we will all stand and be counted for what we did and did not do, for what we did and did not say. In the end we will look through a continuum of vision, to see the totality of our passage from beginning to end. We shall stand in awestruck wonder and see those other passings that came before in other forms, across the vast expanse over which we have come. Imagine the disappointment of recognition and realization at what might have been. Truly, we have seen through a glass darkly. For those who, in this moment, comprehend the meaning and essence of it, stand fast in your assurance and be overwhelmed with gratitude that you have been permitted to see what so many would not and could not see. "How could I not have known? How could I have been so blind? Alas... alas..."


End Transmission.......

22 comments:

Anonymous said...

BINGO

MAKE MY DAY

Harry

Visible said...

Man! what a fucking liar. "Our guts are the same as a big cats"; more industry fraud from disinfo to you.

Eudoxia said...

For those who, in this moment, comprehend the meaning and essence of it, stand fast in your assurance and be overwhelmed with gratitude that you have been permitted to see what so many would not and could not see. "How could I not have known? How could I have been so blind? Alas... alas..."

I think that's what is eating at me, instead of being in gratitude I'm looking at others stupidity, and complacency and have little tolerance for their shortcomings. Maybe it's me who I am really intolerant with. With that I'm off to bed and hopefully will have a really rewarding (for want of a better description) nightmare! Thanks Viz for another exceptional post.

wiggins said...

Add a 'W' to the brand of butter displayed....and you have this fraud 's correct name.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

#2 So tell me again why I generally ignore Wako Makow's page?

Brian Crossland said...

Makow.. for the purpose of demonstation.

Anonymous said...

man oh man some good writing here Visible! Frankly, awesome. "It's a perpetual square dance for those who can't get outside of the box." LOL
I think the dangerous friction is coming from the intermingling layers of your metaphors. Thank you!

bodhati

Anonymous said...

if they only knew.....it's all too beautiful

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ql-VhmEFIC4

Ginnie said...

"The rest will go to their assigned locations or be mulched under, into the nitrogen rich atmosphere of Karma pending."

Beautiful image!

Doctor, my eyes!

Thank you for the ever beautiful Lauren Bacall...nice touch!

Vis, you truly have been given a "special assignment". Thanks for accepting it and sharing with us all. I see you.

robert said...

Dear Visible (despite humility!)

Here is a verse on the topic of stupid:


Thinking Makes It So

In the flow of effective doing, the mind may be quieted

Observing and guiding but never stopping to think.

Addiction to thinking is but a fetish of errors.

The thinking in a conventional contemporary mind

Is a culturally-learned mind control technique,

Interrupting feeling and creative action reflexively,

Maintaining the social order by cutting down individual power.

Constant intellectual processing becomes an effective parasite

Nipping any blooming passion before it can bud,

Sticking stupid thoughts into the spokes of the wheel

Disallowing any turning which might move being to more.

Every participant in this cult is trauma-trained in thinking.

Each social position carries its own corpse of thought.

This superficial thinking preempts any and all critical thinking,

Occupying the mind with running errands of errors,

Trimming the being to fit the too small bed permitted,

Protecting against any changes of mind away from current identity,

Perpetuating all illusions and delusions through passive processing,

Wasting precious time reacting to past and future memories,

Missing all the present power to grow in awareness.

==robert

est said...

-
'what might have been'
we'll never know, it's
'the road not taken', and
back to the start we go

the words never said
the touch never reached
the hands clasped together as one

the sting of regret
for holding back
affection, acceptance and warmth
a lost opportunity to ease
another's loneliness and fear

it's cold out here, in this world
and if it's so easy and right,
to help each other out,
then why is it so difficult ?

ego :
'the false assumption,
we start and stop at our skin'
made that up

for me it's about creation,
sustaination and destruction

every breath has to start and stop
like a ball thrown in the air
it begins at rest, when it reaches
it's potential it rests again
and falls to earth on it's own

we think we control this action
when in fact it only happens
when the universe breathes life
into us and takes it back again
till the very last one at our end

what we really are is that rest
eternally still ready to enter
creation to sustain for a moment
or an age and to dissipate across
the endless vast unfathomable
expanse and that's only what
we can imagine from our fragile perch
-

Coruscant L'amore said...

"The stupendous rapacity of the greed-heads is breathtaking; already in possession of more than they can count, immune to taxation, the beneficiary of outrageous interests, collaborating with one another to yoyo string The Big Board of Commodities, up and down at their pleasure and for their profit, while maximizing the costs to the workers, through minimizing wages and benefits, while at the same time, offshoring labor and manufacturing; in essence, bleeding the country white."

Enter Mr. Creosote. Curious how a 1983 film like "the meaning of life" is so apt about things of now.

Could the crimson permanent assurance be reference to the affordable care act? :P

Take care,
Gene

Visible said...

I was stunned by how in the present, "The Meaning of Life" was when I saw it a few weeks ago.

Anonymous said...

Did you hear that Kaley Cuoco got married on Ellen Degenerate's show? Do you care? Me either. In other news, Kat Von D, the Satanist tattoo queen, came out with a new cosmetic line. She had to pull the lipstick she was selling, however, because it was called Celebutard, and some sheeple got really offended...

Smyrna said...

Vis, how 'now' is "The Running Man"?
That is on the button!

Visible said...

Written by Stephen King back when he still had his muse.


Celebutard (heh heh)

Smyrna said...

Didn't know Steven King wrote it. Knew Arnie was in the film, of course. "The butcher of bakersfield"

"Cadre Cola" sponsored everything. News included. Everything. Prescient film.

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

Dilettantes, Dabblers and Ouija Board Warriors.

Visible said...

I've been amazed for a long time how Science Fiction writers and others can see so accurately into the future; John Brunner with "Stand on Zanzibar", H. G. Wells, Philip K. Dick and many another, Asimov also comes to mind.

Most writers are hacks, some of them are inspired or have a muse, musicians and all other artists have such potential invisible assets and they can keep them until they abuse the privilege as most of them do.

Anyway, that's why we get those prescient glimpses from the world of art, as well as those timeless efforts that are always contemporary because they exist beyond the erosion's and injuries of time.

The miraculous surrounds us but most hardly glimpse it at all.

Mithra said...

Incredible and timeless lyricism visible. You have no equal on the internet or anywhere else that I have been and your work is going to echo for a long, long time. I think a lot of people know that.

Alan said...

Thanks for posting my comment for me, I've been having a hard time doing it myself. It looks like it posts but then it doesn't. I thought you might be out for awhile but then I saw other comments going up a Visible Origami.

I changed my original comment since I saw what Mithra wrote. I want to ditto that. You've gone to another level the last couple of months. I didn't think that was possible.

It's been a real pleasure coming here. It's been like going out to have lunch only the food is invisible, though immensely filling and very satisfying. You are turning us into a new kind of gourmand. Thank you for that.

Lao Tzu said something about an open smile and heart being filling even though one could see no food. It's like that. You are probably familiar with the Italian word "cosi"

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

Mr. Apocalypse Rides the Testosterone Express to Knockoff Gucciville.