Friday, May 16, 2014

The Incredible Lightness of the Invisible Being.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I'm watching the final performance show of Idol. It 's still cold... unreal... but we learned a long time ago... you persevere. Slowly but surely it comes into shape and when, in that still distant day, when it does come into shape, it's gonna be something, yes indeed but... these things we do in the manifest, they're small change by comparison with the building of the Adytum; the esoteric work that all of our manifest efforts are an incidental extension of. These are the things we do on our way. These are the things that parallel what is important and which renders them and everything else secondary. With that in mind, how can anything seem difficult or trying, when they are all irrelevant to the main act? It is the degree of importance we put on things that causes whatever problems we imagine we are having but... it just moves on, doesn't it? It moves on from whatever it was to whatever it is and then... sometimes before you know it, it's whatever it became after and none of the things that preceded, possess anything like the impact they had at the time they were happening. Even the scariest and most painful episodes, the losses and humiliations, sometimes we forget they ever happened for impressive periods of time.

Sometimes I just laugh, looking back at the jungles and swamps, the quicksand and the green institutional hallways I walked through and sometimes back and forth and up and down in. Before I got locked up the last time, hopefully for the last time, I suddenly knew about 20 minutes before it was going to happen that it was going to happen and at that moment, I was walking through a hallway with those very same green walls and one of my invisible friends came into my head and said, "Yes... it's true, it's going to happen but don't you worry about it, even though you will be surrounded by walls like this for a time. You will walk away from this." The severity of the charges was major, they amounted to a mandatory life sentence and no one had ever walked on something like that before. No one thought I had a prayer. Somehow by miraculous power, I went free. That moment in the courtroom (many moments in that courtroom) is indelibly etched in my mind and I suspect it is also etched on the minds of the others who were there and never saw it coming.

So I have to laugh again at my present situation. I spent much of the day on my knees; probably should have spent a lot more time there in my life than I did (grin) but one thing for sure, willingly or otherwise, this life certainly brought me to my knees and my heart soars with gratitude as I think of the whole kaleidoscopic pastiche of moments gone, remembered and forgotten but still present in some fashion, still a part of the whole enchilada that composes whatever it is that it was. The concrete floor here was never sealed. God only knows how many decades ago it got put it. It's still solid enough but its come apart in places and so I've been repairing it. I've about got that done and so I'll seal it in sections because objects have to be shifted and shifted and shifted. I can hardly describe what it's like here. I remember many years ago living in such a situation. In those days you hardly thought about the lack of creature comforts. I keep thinking of that series of paintings by Thomas Cole.

To me... life really is a movie. It's scripted, within certain margins; allowing for a certain amount of extemporaneous activity. Let's say that it's scripted in several 'potential' directions and each of those directions branch into following directions, as the script writer accommodates to the choices made and avoided. You can definitely up your game at any time. You can change your life, or allow it to be changed. Though it is a simple construct concerning free will, given that we can surrender or resist, each surrender, each resistance, reprograms the whole schematic... so... it has its complexities, that is, unless one completely hooks into one or the other, without any further interruptions.

I've discovered some very surprising things in the course of this adventure. Except for working in restaurants and whatever time it was that I devoted to creative efforts and entertainment venues, most of the rest of the time I worked some variation of construction. I was always a helper or an assistant. I was never a pro but I learned as I went and now I find myself capable of things I had no idea I would be capable of. I never was really capable of them, certainly not in the way I am presently witnessing. It's like I just downloaded it or something. I know things that I didn't know and I'm pretty sure about that. Something very funny is going on. I don't know what it is but I get the suspicion there is a great deal more going on than meets the eye with this whole business.

I can't hammer on gratitude enough. I am probably more grateful for what is not than for what is. I am so grateful I am not in the business of killing people; poisoning people, stealing from people, scamming and conniving for all of the things that so many people want so desperately that their good sense leaves them; maybe they never had any. I'm grateful for all the places I am not and all the people I am not, given that I could have been anyone. All of us have that option; take a wrong turn somewhere and somehow lack whatever it is that one needs to back up or turn around. It's a certainty that we will make mistakes. In my mind it's also a certainty that we sometimes have no choice in the matter. Like I say, it's scripted and sometimes the only way to get where you are supposed to get is for some kind of misfortune or misadventure to fall upon you. Sometimes, depending on whatever your business is, you can get put in all sorts of interesting situations, just for the necessary effect. Of course, we usually don't know what that is until much further on... if ever.

What I have found that works for me, is to let slide every offense, real and imagined, that I was subjected to. For some reason it allows me to feel better about myself. It's as if by letting others off the hook, my own burdens are somewhat lightened in the process.

I think back on people I've known. Some of them had a very easy time of it and as a result they made very little of themselves. They were content with the ride but the ride only went so far and then there was no great motivation to push on. I think having it hard is one of the real blessings that come around but no one would seriously consider that to be true in the process of it. At one point you tell yourself, "well... it will get easier later on." Then it doesn't. It goes on long past the point where you thought it would have ended long ago and you've got nothing to speak of, except what's inside of you. Sooner or later, in the course of aging, you begin to reflect upon what is and is not worth having; what is and is not worthy of pursuit. It's in times like those that you discover you're immeasurably grateful that the only things of value you possess are inside of you and the friendships you made along the way. There's that gratitude thing again.

I feel grateful at the oddest moments. Sometime this afternoon, I found myself suddenly feeling as light as air. I was very happy for no reason whatsoever. I was very light. I almost started singing but that wasn't the right response. There wasn't any right response. It just went on and on. I hadn't learned anything or heard anything and it puzzled me to be feeling so good. Then, as is so often the case these days, one of my invisible friends showed up and said, "Visible, you know how it is when I tell you that some very good things are on the way to you and then a week or two, or a month may go by and you don't see any sign of what I was telling you and it's just one more of those situations where you are getting smoke blown up your rear end"? "Uh huh." I reply.

"I've told you on any number of occasions that your idea of time and my idea of time are quite different. So... when I tell you that something good is going to happen, that it is happening, that's the truth. It means that the good, whatever it may be, has been released and is on its way to you, precipitating down through the ethers. Sometimes it is right there, hovering above your head, or traveling at your side, but you can't see it because certain necessary changes that were supposed to take place within you did not take place, for whatever reason and subsequently that blessing has to wait until they do. Once it happens the result is automatic and the important thing is not that it happens today, or tomorrow, or next year. The important thing is that it happens at all." I'm guessing it was/is one of those things.

Well... what would a post be like without a few links? People who don't like to be disappointed; real upstanding members of the community, are getting disappointed. People who should know to leave well enough alone are unable to. In other places, very special accomplishments are being denied their deserving hoopla. Really, really strange acts of depravity are at work. Meanwhile, faith in corrupt institutions is getting hammered. Things meant to be hidden are no longer hidden. You just can't hide anything any more. Events that have been spoken of; types of events are daily occurrences and the predicted natural disasters are going into high swing. Winds that don't ever come around at a certain time of the year are here. Are there voices in that wind?

If we don't like the way things are then... we change the person they are happening to. Following that, events modify their manner of expression because the player identity has changed. The ears of the invisible are listening and the eyes of the invisible are watching. The awareness of the invisible concerning every little thing is radiating and being seen according to the level of sensory capacity of each of us. This perception is being affected by whatever degree of intuition is in your possession. That surely changes how things look and how you take them. You no longer have to be the victim of appearances because the play by play is illuminating everything as it is, not what it seems. The seemingness of things is the seduction portal of our ongoing fall into the mislabeled confusion of all of our unnecessary sorrows. Sorrow is potential joy in search of an understanding heart.

Lou Gehrig's speech comes into my mind now and again. He was suffering from a terribly painful and fatal disease; "Today, I consider myself the luckiest man in the world." It seems absurd that he would say this but... I understand what he means. I feel the same way, even though I am suffering from something else; my ignorance no doubt. That will pass. I've loosened my grip on it.

End Transmission.......

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Anonymous said...

re What I have found that works for me, is to let slide every offense, real anfd imagined, that I was subjected to. For some reason it allows me to feel better about myself. It's as if by letting others off the hook, my own burdens are somewhat lightened in the process.

"For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you" - Matt 6:14

Anonymous said...

copy that...

and the Holocaust assignment,
that was just coincidental to the fires....

Truth is anti-semitic
if semitic is defined as "Jewish".

what are the know, what with Palestinians being you know like already there, and not -

just recent IRGUN immigrunts from Khazaria...or Poland on wings of turkey buzzards

cue saucer pod over bluebonnets &



Jenny said...

Lighter than air feelings are a blessing and then some- when you share them with others it is even better! Thank you for sharing with us. I was talking to a customer about broad daylight awareness when she noticed my 911 signs on my truck. She remarked on how that day was the ceremony for the 911 museum..and so sad. I really opened her eyes to the reality of the situation and to your blogs- also written on the headache rack of my truck. I drove away feeling much lighter than air yesterday and went on to another job with the weekend on my mind. It is a beautiful day today and I am off and working at my own place, adding super boxes to my hives so they can bring in the real gold from lady nature. It is great you are4 working hard as well vis- it is so good for the soul-jen

Anonymous said...

Be careful about saying "I will ...". He laughs.

He's an 11th hour savior is my guess. The eleven hours are HIS pleasure. He juices you in the winepress. Job didn't blaspheme, but Job sure had some gripes. Most of my prayers are gripes. Oddly, He likes them.

Stupid story time. One day I was all consumed and mad at a pinball game and said to myself "I will get a new high score at this, if it takes me all day". That wasn't happeneing. One game, I just launched the ball and watched and it scored higher than my games. So then, defeated, I says to myself, on the last ball, "OK ok ok, nothing happens unless You bless it and JUST HOW DO YOU GET IN A PINBALL GAME". I got the high score on that last losing dwindling ball and it was easy. Easy does it. If it's not easy, you're doing it wrong. You would think carpentry would teach that to everybody, but it doesn't. What does your saw tell you is the easiest thing to cut? A straight line is. If the saw is straining, then it's not cutting straight.

Most people are phony shams in the cunskruckshun industry. Maybe you didn't know how to build because everyone around you kept reinforcing that notion to justify their sham jobs? They do that. They can't even learn from their own saws. And, they think no work is getting done unless everybody is running around hustling like chickens with their heads cut off. They love the sham busywork. It's what they know.

Everyone knows the best mechanic is the son of a mechanic. The experiences of our ancestors is written electronically on our brains. The tribe hates this! If you question them, you might have insolence to authority disorder as listed in the dsm 5.

Get outta Babylon

dirtykid© said...


I find myself in similar circumstances where I suddenly appear to know something I've never learned or have aquired some skill seemingly out of the ether... I am suddenly remembering a deja vu I never had and understanding things without bothering to read them. I can only speculate that there is a purpose at work behind the scenes even if there has been no announcement of intent... Yet...

I suspect it will all become clear exactly when it needs to... The funny thing is that I started my own blog entry mentioning this yesterday but never got to finishing it... Great minds think alike or fools seldom differ? (Rhetorical question... It will answer itself eventually)


Anonymous said...

Anonymous said...
so down hate sat
out a bone spat
a son a daughter
snapped or splat
I know hate
he dont care
he tell lie
steal your chair
the place where you sit
inside of yourself
he wants slaves
he cast spell
put man under
took him down
slaved to hell
took his crown
now man frown
he cant see
slaved to hate
but thinks he is free
but I know free
I had a taste
a humble peace
of fully awake
opened eye
wise river ride
north wind blow
down go lie
mother nature's
life equations
of the ancients
for the taker
for him to take
always give
never break
be awake
see the sign
its nearly time
planets align
truth will shine
another revolution
of the wheels of time
so wake from your slumber
rise and shine

...peace to all....

Saturday, November 28, 2009 1:34:00 AM

Thanks Neil

Been awhile but still stopping in to read here and there....
Thanks Vis.

been growing and gettin' my ass kicked , just keep gettin back up though. No fear...

You all commenters Rock.

w h

Eudoxia said...

10 outa 10 for insolence to authority disorder. The tribe loves to pathologize normal experience when in reality they are the most abnormal species on this planet. How can anything so abnormal classify humans? The DSM4 listed psychopathy under Anti Social Personality Disorder. ASPD is an Axis 1 personality disorder according to the DSM4 meaning that it's a perceptional disorder that can be corrected. There are plenty of shrinks and psychologists out there heavily critisizing the DSM 5, I'm sure Mr Apocalypse will ensure this will be the last one and that psychopathy will take it's rightful place as in no longer a condition that affects the Earthly population. The problem today is that many people simply fail to recognise psychopathic behaviour of which damn near all politicians display.

Now here's one for the books - to quote "The demonisation of Putin is not policy, it's an alibi for the absence of one" Class A psychopath Henry Kissinger said that WTF? Well he should know heh? That to me is a bit disturbing, I'm beginning to wonder if Putin and Kissinger have cut some sort of deal why else would they have met? Well I guess time will tell, maybe Putin gave Kissinger the big finger and informed him of how the world will be run going forward, I hope so.

Anonymous said...

Hi Mr.Viz,
I hope it is good where you are.
I gather you have been through some serious changes lately, or at least life has been 'interesting'.
I had in mind to send you some bucks via PayPal, but the page was not secure.
I will contribute, but not if the login is not at least minimally secure.
Meanwhile, Love to You, you echo my state quite often, I almost never say anything, we remain independent samplers.

Visible said...

Like they say, "It's the thought that counts."

Anonymous said...

I once heard it said that the reason more individuals do not become enlightened is that they have not yet suffered enough.

I take it that suffering helps one to first discriminate between ego and soul and then choose to identify with one or the other, as exemplified by Jesus in the allegory of his 40 days in the desert.

But it must involve more than that, otherwise most of those people who have suffered so grievously over the last century; the Palestinians, the Germans, the Russians, the Tibetans, the Somalians, the Sudanese, etc, would be enlightened.

Any thoughts?


The 3rd Elf said...

Visible's PayPal buttons link to the https version of the PayPal log in screen (an insecure http only version does not or should not even exist)

Could the commenter expand on how he found the page to be insecure or less secure than any other PayPal page?

This elf is eager to know, so thank you in advance for any feedback.

Anonymous said...

Eudoxia said, "The DSM4 listed psychopathy under Anti Social Personality Disorder. ASPD is an Axis 1 personality disorder according to the DSM4 meaning that it's a perceptional disorder that can be corrected.

"The demonisation of Putin is not policy, it's an alibi for the absence of one" Class A psychopath Henry Kissinger said.."

Hell yeah Putin can kick Kissinger's old wrinkly fat ass! Hey, Kissinger, lemme introduce you to one of my friends, Mr. Apocalypse"



Visible said...

Except in very, very special times, enlightenment is a very individualized thing. It never happens to whole groups of any particular genetic or national origin. In these times, enlightenment is a real exception to all of those claiming to be so. You have to want it more than anything else and your focus has to be total; not on enlightenment necessarily but simply on the ineffable who makes the determination of what's best suited for expression in you... my thoughts.

galen said...

Quiet is pregnancy.


galen said...


The lost are those we dare witness to,
to find therein the ancient spark
where lives the pool of authentic good

Down deep, down, down,
deeper than deep
the soul's underground,
down, down, further still
past putrid pills and perilous pain
the damaged brains of the unprotected
shopping in stores in order to keep,
to keep from having to honestly feel

Stolen their lives by the lies of evil
by the devouring teeth of tyranny
We could of course, just let them be,
and sometimes that's just what we do
But sometimes an opening shows itself
and there, in that moment,
a talisman tossed just might be caught,
and all we’re being is who we are


est said...

sort of like your shadow
the faster you run ...

as the danish said
'god gives us despair,

not to break us but to
dissuade us of the notion ;

we can get there, on our own'
as we all will eventually realize

Eudoxia said...

@ Laura hell yea, I think if anybody can kick his fat wrinkly ass it's Putin and his crew.

Getting back onto topic "You have to want it more than anything else and your focus has to be total; not on enlightenment necessarily but simply on the ineffable who makes the determination of what's best suited for expression in you" Well the ineffable certainly did that for me and here's where the suffering part comes in. Before I started on my journey it took a wake up call as in the suicide of my partner, that sent me on a downward spiral of almost pathological destruction, but before I could hit rock bottom I decided to pull myself out of it (or did I have assistance from on high) that made me go in search of WHY. Why lead to what is the meaning of life the universe and everything and it's not 49. After about 12 or so years on my quest not just for esoteric knowledge but self observation and sorting the wheat from the chaff so to speak I came to the conclusion we are responsible for our own suffering and until ego is contained none of us have true free will choice. As Gurdjieff says "Man will let go of many things, his job, his home, his wife, his children but man will never relinquish his suffering (not verbatim). I think suffering is required for just about everybody to individual degrees. I was a complete egotist, arrogant, selfish, self absorbed and aggressive a total ME ME when that happened and now I understand why it happened. I saw and came face to face with my Guardian of the Threshold and it came suddenly and quickly, it was ugly and mean. It took some years and some sorting and while I'm nowhere near enlightened I have dedicated my path to it. I can no longer stand being around unconscious people and you can easily see those.

I watch the state of events unfold in the world with a certain clarity now and know we are indeed living in extraordinary times and finding Viz' sites was an added boon to my journey upon this plane. So too are the bloggers here aside from the odd shill who pops up from time to time but as for the rest you are worth your weight in what ever is of value to you -grin- On the subject of shills, we should all be grateful to them for they show us how far we have all come. Have a great day all!

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

Surfing the Lowlands with Friends in High Places.

Anonymous said...

nice finger gestures you have going on in the photo vis for those that have the eyes to see

Visible said...

And especially so for those who do no research and are unfamiliar with Kundalini and how it puts the hands in certain mudras. Yep...those with eyes to see. That can be a dangerous combination with minds that can think. Thank god we're not having to deal with that.

Visible said...

Yeah, given that many will not remember the MANY MANY times I have explained the hand mudrss and given how tedious, not to mention counter-productive to the malice intended, the research would be; much less that one's presumptions could be flat out wrong... the hand gesture of the left hand is a Buddhist statement of the open heart and the right hand that of clear seeing from the heart.

My reason for expressing the posture is because those who already know everything do not know that the dark side takes their symbologies from perversions of the light. That this is well documented should not inhibit anyone from thinking erroneously; perish the thought.



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