Ed Gein in a Skin Suit with Louboutins

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Now we see an ominous glimpse of the agenda of the 1%. Those who are directly responsible for world conditions at this time. ISIS was created by western and Israeli intelligence services to act as a foil and a stimulus for reckless adventurism, manifesting as a whole lot of murder and mayhem against people without the weaponry to defend themselves. They are the new boogeyman to replace Al Qaeda, who is getting long in the tooth and they are the ones who are going to be blamed for the next major league false flag event soon to take place in the US or some similarly strategic location. However, the sense of things here says, USA! USA! USA!

Even your generic dumbass ought to be able to catch on to this by now but... unfortunately for the country, probably not. They'll provide the immediate outrage and sense of violation, while screaming about liberals, who in fact are not liberals. As is t.he case with those whose job description is to come up with symbolic names for their staged offences against humanity, they have assigned the name ISIS to this group of psychopathic mercenaries; Egyptian moon goddess and wife of Osiris. We can only hope Horus is around and a departure from expectations.

Here's the kind ofindividual that makes up the ranks of the 1% being as I was born (allegedly) on the 22^nd, I am including 22 quotes from the Monsters of the New World Order and you get a lovely photo of David Rockefeller to go with it who says lizards don't walk among us. Sure, you could argue he looks as much like a weasel and of course his dietary preferences reflect that but lizard feels as legitimate as anything else.

Now let us foray into yet one more cheap stunt from the dungmeisters at the top No... really? Really? Yeah, well, I don't know one way or the other but anytime something like this happens and anytime the Zio-press trumpets some event that sparks all sorts of potential action, I have to assume they fabricated it.

In the meantime, onward goes the relentless assaults upon human freedom and common sense and this is all part and parcel of tenderizing and pacifying the public to accept whatever ridiculous situations these fiends come up with. Things like that and things like this are meant to send a powerful message to the lumpen (headed) proletariat. This is meant to be enjoyed along with the disappearance of a functioning economy, a bankrupt jobs market, a no longer present manufacturing base and assorted ills ALL CREATED by these same evil and possessed autobots, who operate at the pleasure of their infernal liege lord. If you are not human but you are walking around in a human suit, especially in the way Ed Gein used to, or if your behavior leads to similar results, there are only a few options as to what you might be. You might have regressed back to an animal state and we see that more and more, as appetite goes into ascendance over reason. You could be divine... and we see less and less of that as time goes by or... you could be demonic and in the cases of those plaguing humanity 24/7 we would have to say it is the latter that is in evidence.

For the elite there is a whole new meaning to, “let them eat cake”. I have to assume that Louboutins are shoes and that puts me in mind of the irrepressible Jimmy Choo. I don't know how many of you are aware of the upscale women who were having surgery done on their toes so that they could fit into a pair AND for the rest of you lunkheads there are increasing shortages of all those critical comestibles upon which you rely. When it comes to maintaining the basic elements of life and the acquisition of basic staples, nothing says it better than Nutella.

These are the times that have been predicted for so long. This is how it is when you contemplate what it is. On the one hand a greedy acquisitiveness that will stop at nothing to achieve its ends, with a face like David Rockefeller and on the other hand a massive rank and file of those too stupid to live; Darwin Award candidates all. I don't mean to set a pessimistic tone to my posting today. I'm optimistic, even though my recent plans have now been stood on their head, so that if I were anyone else, I would throw my hands up in the air and say WTF is going on? I haven't seen such a turmoil of changes as I am now seeing, ever, in this life AND today of all days.

One has to stay on the sunny side of the street NO MATTER WHAT one is confronted with. Even my former consort, amicably disposed to me, is shaking her head and not understanding how certain things can be happening to me. It has reached the realm of science fiction and fantasy. What am I to take away from this? There must be some kind of higher plan and I must rely on that. I fail to see any other option, especially now, as options play musical chairs with my head. Good grief!

No... it never pays to be negative. Even if one is facing the headsman's axe, there are any number of potentially positive outcomes and some of them even include the axe falling. When you don't know you don't know but... this is a plane of infinite possibility, of whose possibilities only a limited amount are seen. It's like a bus station surrounded by a fog bank. No one knows what is in the fog or beyond the fog and it takes a trepiditious touch and go through the unseen, accompanied by an innate assurance that all will be well and that portion of the mix greater than the trepidation, to finally win out.

Have there been creatures formerly resident here who has won out? We may have record of their visit here but we know little about where they ventured on to. Great men have been poisoned by the state or poisoned by their followers, like Socrates and Prabupad. Could that possibly have been the end result of their tale? I have the benefit of certain evidences that cannot be shown, seen or spoken of. They can only be acknowledged and held close within the secret chambers of the heart and for this reason I do not despair nor ever shall. I shall never embrace curmudgeon status or have my heart harden or my mind enslaved by appearances brought forth out of darkness. That is a course taken by others and I will not walk that way.

I suspect that beyond this vale of tears there awaits things more terrible than the mind can presently imagine and things more beautiful than the mind can imagine and that is solely dependent on any given mind in accord with courses taken. In a world where symmetry is seen in all things, outside of the human realm, could it be possible that justice does not manifest at some level according to its own mysterious workings?

We live in an age of the instantaneous, an age of technological marvels and an overwhelming onslaught of information, accompanied by a smorgasbord of delights tailored to every appetite. Something has gone missing in the mix as a result. What is unseen, is defamed and ridiculed and what is seen is held up as absolute. As a result of this, some tiny minority has become convinced that they can come to hold sway over the whole of it all. They are dreaming. I tell you with a certitude that I cannot express in words, they are dreaming. We are all dreaming but... some of us wake up.


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Visible sings: ♫ Iridescent Dreams ♫
'Iridescent Dreams' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
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Krazy Glue, Duct Tape and Demon Spit.

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Years ago we stated that Israel was formed for the sole purpose of a pack of criminals having a sovereign state from which to practice their international gangsterism, without fear of repercussion. I think it can be said there is little doubt of this being certain and true as exemplified here and then there are things like this, which move the reality of what they are up to further beyond doubt. When they are operational in the US they have their own special practices that stand out significantly. Consummate racist psychopath and propaganda shill, (BIG) Abe Foxman has come up with a list of sites that may or may not be anti-Semitic. How come I did not make this list? I know the reason actually but... it's one of those metaphysical things. Still... you work, you struggle, you make the effort to have your work recognized by the evil trolls who are seeking to plunge the world into utter chaos and despair, with a generous helping of torment and mass murder and you just get... you just get... bypassed is what you get. It ain't fair.

Volcanoes are set to blow. The American public is in a state of intentional suicide by dinner fork and Ebola is looking for Love in all the wrong places. What to do, what to do... If you're me, you head for a small and remote island in the Southern Hemisphere. The way I see it, whatever is coming and... that would be at least several somethings, it makes sense to be somewhere that, if you have to check out, you don't mind checking out from there. Arguably... things will be worse in some places than they will be in others, especially, given that they are already worse in some places than they are in others. I like to use the present as a yardstick for the future, even though there is no such thing as the future, just another version of the present.

In Ferguson, the police and other SWAT bot and undercover goons stood around while the looting took place and one has to figure, when they try to figure, why it is that the police would stand around that it was probably members of the police and some version of hired thug who was doing the looting; encouraging it, provoking it, or whatever. They were pretty Johnny on the Spot when they were breaking heads and tear gassing the public, or threatening to shoot the press. I don't usually have a problem with the press getting shot if they are members of the Crass Media, nor do I understand why they would be threatened by the police when they both work for the Zio-Ogres. Maybe all of them was just more smoke and mirrors. What isn't smoke and mirrors are the two bullets in that fellow's head and the four other bullets elsewhere and he didn't have a gun and apparently he was yelling that he didn't have a gun.

On the other hand, when bipedal lizards like Joan Rivers, who are held together with Krazy Glue, Duct Tape and Demon Spit say that The Palestinians deserve to be dead, you know they are digging a deep hole for themselves. They are all digging a deep hole. None of them believe that retribution will find its way to their doorstep. They, like so many, believe that if they are on the sides with the most money and the biggest guns that it is these things which determine justice. It ain't so, Joe.

Day by day, week by week, month by month and year by year there is one thing that continues to fascinate me and that is how it just goes on and on and on, getting more crazy and more desperate by the hour, yet it never quite tumbles. The dominoes shiver and tremble but they remain upright against every law of physics. It doesn't seem possible that it could continue as it does but... it does. The pandering and the lies are amazing. Here's something that is nothing more than a promo for the Zio Gay controlled end of things. In what fantasy world does a transgender model risk his/her/its career by revealing what they are? The industry is from top to bottom run by these people.

Then there's the outrageous lifestyle of imperious demand being lived by psychopaths like Hillary Clinton. How can this possibly be for anything else but the purpose of demonstration? This is why it all lumbers on ad infinitum. This is why it keeps going and going and going because the Zio-Ogre and all of the bottom feeding international criminals who serve them are meant to be convicted in the court of public opinion beyond all doubt. Then there's the matter of Karma. Everything goes on as it does, in the way that it does, in the direction that is does, for the working out of Karma. It's been centuries in the making!!! It's on a really w i d e s c r e e n. It's in living and dead color. So far as I know, zombies are not color blind. Quite frankly, I don't know how things look to zombies, I've run into a few but they're mostly inarticulate and are unable to tell you much and besides... you don't want to get too close.

I was told that you would know when the final days of Materialism were at hand because cannibalism would be rampant. Isn't Ebola a form of cannibalism? I present to you here, now, the chilling prophecy of Albert Pike and the 3 world wars. When you read it you get a sense of alarming certitude concerning what he was seeing and what followed after and how closely it matches up. All of this has been coming for a long time, or, as the song says, “it's been a long time coming.”

People look at the things that happen to them and they get all negative about it because they can't see past it or they can't make the connection between the appearance of things and their real meaning. When I broke my hip, I wasn't angry or brought down in any sense. I had to sit there for the length of a day waiting for any kind of help to arrive but my mind never travelled into the area where it considered the event as an act of misfortune. All I could think was it was fraught with significance and it meant something but I didn't know what it was. What rang in my ears was my crying out the day before, “Get me out of here!” And so it did and had that not occurred then I would not now be headed to a place so very much finer than the place I was in. Sure, next I can walk right off a cliff but I don't think so.

The time comes in every life when eventually you believe something beyond question or you believe in nothing at all. You might believe in yourself because you managed to accrue all kinds of things and you figure you were the source of all that return. I don't know what to tell you about that. All I know is that everything that happens to me deepens my faith.

Let's face it, there are some massive evidences of the direction and result of contemporary life. In the end, civilization looks likely to drown in its own garbage. Modern society knows how to consume but they don't know how to manage what trails behind in their wake.

In the midst of all the hoopla and uproar, people are waking up and they are not happy with what they see. At the same time, the focus on trivial enterprise is at an all time high. We're pinging and ponging between the inane and the ridiculous. All of the signs of a massive slide into Idiocracy are obvious. As previously mentioned here, 40 states now no longer teach children to write; no more handwriting. How is that remotely evolutionary? Not only are they eliminating the basics, they are shaping history to meet the needs of the people who own lifestyles or industries that profit from it AND they are forming perspective and opinion that supports the ends of the smallest demographics going. It's the tyranny of a psychopathic, self indulgent minority.

Mr. Apocalypse is not amused and he's going to keep on smacking people upside the head until they catch on to what is happening to them. The time is going to come when they are going to be very angry and these privileged minorities had better be looking for rocks to crawl under, though it will do them no good. There are plenty of other long standing prophecies that deal with that end of things and the destruction of pernicious nests of scorpions and vampire bats. It's only a matter of time.

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Visible sings: ♫ Smoke and Mirrors ♫
'Smoke and Mirrors' is track no. 9 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
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Sir! Can I Have Another Sir!

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Well... as it turns out I won't be coming to the mainland after all. My friend Akram showed up in a van to move me. It was really funny. I was eating dinner and I hear someone say, “Well, Mr. Visible!” I couldn't believe he even found me, only one person knew where I was and that was not the person at the house where I was doing the renovations but... there he was. It was one of those Stanley and Livingston moments.

It turns out that he has a house in a very beautiful tropical place and at least for the next 6 months I will be there. It makes more sense to do this, given that the next 6 months seem very uncertain in a global sense. Two days before he arrived, a voice in my head asked me where I would really like to go and so I mentioned an island chain in the southern hemisphere; not a place I have mentioned or considered before and it turns out that this island is only about 180 K from that island chain.

So... I thought I was going to be having some good luck now. I felt like it might be due, given that I haven't had much of anything resembling good luck recently. Now... I know there are people that suggest that one of the reasons I have a hard time is because I am going the wrong way, or working for the wrong entities or just doing the wrong things but I know, for a fact, that memorable souls with far more virtue and integrity than I have often been put through the mill repeatedly. Milarepa comes to mind as do many another and whether it's a cup of Hemlock or getting nailed to a cross, better men and more profound minds than my own have had a generous share of cosmic grief.

Sometimes I hate full disclosure because it gives fuel to my enemies (and I have some) and I sometimes can't see the upside to it but I am committed to it so here goes. There was a reason I never mentioned Joachim Kropp before. He's the guy who owns the building I was doing the restoration in. He used to own a company called Cyncrotec, which he sold to someone and they still run it in the first building on the property. He lives in the second and I was refurbishing the third.

When I first got there he was all gung-ho about getting the place together and we got a lot done. Then his enthusiasm flagged and he started making excuses for why he couldn't help. What he did was sit at his computer all day and then sort of frown in mild annoyance when I came in to use the bathroom. Finally I stopped going there to use the bathroom because of the vibes, which he said wasn't happening but which was happening. I started going into the woods. For the one I just went on a tree or something and for the second I dug a hole.

We were gearing up to finish the ceiling as it looked like he might be able to break away from his web searching fixation but then he came and said, “Something has come up and I can't do any more here for some number of weeks and this and that can't happen either. I'm thinking about how we are coming on to the doorstep of Fall and this place is just not where it needs to be. Also, he refused to put in the bathroom or the kitchen because he said his real love was working with wood and even though I bought a toilet and a sink, a shower plate with various options and some number of things in the hope that he might at least install the toilet, he did not. It would have taken a couple of hours tops to get it done and that is something I haven't done before and I wasn't motivated to start experimenting. So... I spent two and a half months without a toilet or a kitchen, living on sandwiches and pissing in the woods.

It started raining a lot and I was not excited about getting dressed whenever I had to go at night, climb down from the loft and head off for where I could take a leak so... I kept a couple of bottles around and started pissing in them and capping them afterward.

When he told me he couldn't help for a particular length of time, I remember standing there for a bit after he left and then looking upward and crying out, “Lord! Get me out of this place!” The next morning as I was climbing down the loft ladder, I fell and broke my hip. I also smashed my face so, by the end of the day, one side of my face was black; the whole side. Usually Joachim is around so I crawled over to the computer area and would cry out for help, hoping I would be heard at some point. I found my cellphone and it said it was going to shut down because of the battery. For some reason, on this day, Joachim was away the whole day until evening so I just suffered through it. After many a failed effort, I managed to climb to my knees and send him an email. Finally he showed up. I asked him for a bottle of wine to help deaden the pain. He got it for me.

An ambulance came and took me away. Two days later I had surgery and my hip was replaced. A couple of days later he came to visit and brought me some clothes. All seemed well. I asked him to bring me my cellphone, my laptop and my Goldtouch keyboard. A couple of days later he comes again and we are talking about some things and then he says, “Can we talk about the future now?” I said, “Sure.” He said, “I want you to go. You have been pissing in bottles and that is unacceptable, also, your cellphone is dirty, there are things stuck in your keyboard and your laptop screen is smeared. This is too much!” He was basically screaming and working himself into a rage. “the whole place up there is a mess!” Well, he'd been in and out of there regularly and never a word was said about that. I kept it as neat as I could but it is a construction zone. In the process of sealing the concrete and painting the floor I had had to move everything up there a dozen or more times but everything was carefully stacked.

I couldn't make head or tails about where he was coming from. Then he started in on the garbage which I had in a sealed bag in the garbage container. He didn't like the quality of my garbage. I don't know if it was the empty tuna cans or just the debris I swept up after doing one kind of work or another. I was thinking, this is what comes from asking the ineffable to get me out of there. I said, what about all the building supplies I bought? He said, “I will cover your expenses, I'm not a thief!” I thought, 'okay', all I will be out is my time spent working there.

They send me back from rehab and I'm getting around pretty good. I go up into the renovation zone and see that he has torn down everything I had set up. Somehow he had destroyed my external hard drive in the process and the place really was a mess now. He had informed me earlier that he had cleaned the place up. I couldn't believe it. There was no rhyme or reason to any of it. I decide to go and stay in a pension while I packed my things. I finally got it all packed up and that evening Akram showed up. The next day I got all of my receipts together and then I took them to him. I told him that he had a couple of the bigger receipts for about 700 euro. He said, “I don't know about that.” The next day Akram and I go to see him and he comes out and says, “I'm not paying for this and I'm not paying for that.” Then he points out the 1100 Euro bill for the ceiling pine and says, “This is not a real receipt. You have to get a real receipt. I can only give you 50% on a receipt like this.”

I had to laugh. I went to a friend of his, Ton, who owns the guesthouse I have stayed in a couple of times in the past and he can't believe what has happened. Neither can Angelique who delivered the wood. No one seems to be able to figure out why he would toss me for pissing in bottles, which is a common thing for many when that convenience is necessary. Neither the bottles nor the trash bag would have been there had I not fallen but that's all meaningless. He'd been up there many times and none of it bothered him then. It is yet one more crazy and inexplicable thing that has happened to me; no doubt because I am going the wrong way or working for the wrong forces (grin).

I have steeled my mind against recrimination and revenge. This morning we will go and load up the vehicles and put this place in the rear view mirror.

It has been my opinion that the people in this country are the most honest people on the planet, according to my experience but... apparently... not all of them.

He can't cook very well so his 3 daughters (when they are with him) mostly subsist on cheese sandwiches and salad. I am a cook so I would prepare meals for them once or twice a week; lasagna, burritos and various types of cuisine from different countries. His daughters loved it and sang praises for the food. After a few weeks of this happening I wasn't cooking anymore dinners. It seems he didn't like his daughters getting that amount of enjoyment from the food.

One of the first things he says to anyone when they come around and which he said to Akram when Akram showed up looking for me is... “I help people. People come to me with their problems and I help them. I can see into their needs and I provide them with answers. This is what I do.” I don't know how true that is one way or another because I never saw anyone come around looking for answers but people did visit me and they did mention my impact on their lives and how many people enjoy my work. He doesn't like to hear this kind of thing and you could see how much it annoyed him that people would come around and talk about me.

He told me he wanted to form a spiritual community. I don't know how he's going to do this because he is a major control freak and unless you do things exactly the way he wants them; any departure from what is acceptable becomes unacceptable. What he wants is a community of people who come to him for solutions to their problems. I assume though that it wouldn't be all that long before he became their major problem.

Portions of this were on my mind when I wrote that last Origami and over the time that I was at this place I could see the steady decline in Joachim's commitment to the project and noted the, by now, routine fabricated emergencies that kept coming up whenever it was that he was supposed to show up. I saw his real face emerging too. I considered writing about it but I've learned a few things in recent years after all the things I've been through and one of them is to remain optimistic and hopeful, bide my time and hold out for the possibility of change. In former times I was often quick to judge and not infrequently wrong as a result. Before I cried out to the ineffable to get me out of there, two days before, I told Joachim that I didn't think I could stay any more because it was getting to be a big drag without a bathroom or kitchen. I was quite emotional about it, as well as dejected, It must have been fairly powerful because at the end he was crying too and he said he would try to do better, especially with his attitude. He described the reasons for it being that it wasn't what it seemed but he could see why it looked that way; probably because it is what it seems.

I've talked with astrologers and a good half dozen have done my progressed chart at one time or another but I never got any indication of all this heavy water that has been flowing by and with such consistency that you can set your watch to it.

I don't know why I am encountering the things that I do. I do not believe it is because I am a bad person, going the wrong way or following the wrong teachings. I believe it has to do with necessary teaching moments for me and you. As I look back over some of the unfortunate moments of recent years I can say that, earlier on, there were times when I could have handled my end of things better but... in the last two, which would be India and now this, I haven't got any reason to blame myself. I did my best and especially in this most recent misadventure, I went all out, seeking to operate on the highest level I was capable of. Maybe I'll write a song like that Jim Croce tune, something like, “If I could put piss in a bottle”.

Joachim keeps grinning like a cat, laughing at and mocking us, or sneering imperiously when either I or Akram attempt to reason with him. How it is that people who profess to a high level of integrity and honesty (which he does) can be so blind to their obvious crimes and can excuse themselves with so little effort... it's just difficult for me to comprehend. I wouldn't be able to do that and I would hear about it big time, within. I'm not allowed to do a lot of things and I'm happy about that. Some people are simply absent a conscience or they have bound it up in duct tape and stuffed it in a closet. I've met a few people like this in recent years.


Oh well, onward and upward.


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Visible sings: ♫ The Tangled Woods are Bleeding ♫
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The Strange Case of the Disappearing Sheetrock.

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As tragic and farcical as it all is, I had to laugh out loud at this load of steaming, stinking swine excrement. At one point one of the lying sacks of medical waste said that the rocket landed a few feet from him and it stopped a clock on the wall of his house. It didn't stop him though. He further comments that the rocket could have blown up 15 houses. You can see from the picture the complete lack of an impact zone. Then, there is the screamingly funny, ceiling collapse that left no debris. The shock wave did this. I'm guessing nearby sundials were also frozen in movement from the force of the blast. It's usually at a point like this that someone will say, “You can't make this stuff up!” Actually, you can.

These poor illegitimate poachers, of a land with people for a people who need to steal some land from some people with land, are truly pathetic; if it is possible to ascribe the word 'pathetic' to the actions of psychopathic persona. These are the people who murdered upwards of 60,000,000 Russians 'prior to' the onset of World War 2. Yeah, probably some millions also went down during and after this Banker Financed Horror for the purpose of personal gain.

Here we have the living, breathing, demonstrated nature of the practicing Satanist. A pure materialist will go to any lengths to get whatever garbage motivates their obsessions but a Satanist will do not only that but also seek to leave as much divisiveness, suffering and chaos in their wake as possible. It's not just about getting whatever it is that they are after that is pre-eminent in their toxic consciousness. It is also necessary that a maximum of pain and suffering take place for the psycho-sexual enjoyment of these monsters. Imagine the most terrible of acts and the greatest indignities that can be visited upon other human beings (better if you don't probably) and be aware that these acts and intentions sexually arouse these creatures; these monsters; “but the ceiling! The ceiling! Look at the ceiling in The Kinder Viper Room!” Have we any forensic Sheetrock experts on the premises? See anything or not see something that departs from the expected norm in this crime scene? Does one note any number of laws of physics that were apparently suspended, so that the Butchers of Palestine can whinge and whine about their fabricated situation? Truly... 'they cry out in pain when they strike you'.

That it has become as absurd as it has and that it can go on in all its gruesome detail for so long and be spun like wiry strands of shit from an impacted colon into some kind of knit Faberge egg can mean only one thing; it's all being done for the purpose of demon-stration. Nothing that you see or hear about is happening because of some form of droit de seigneur. It is happening because some souls want this and some souls want that and a vast collection of soulless stolen cars want something else and the prime motive force is inclined to see that everyone gets where they think they want to go and as it is an apocalypse; get there with the whole world watching.

It's hard for those whose totality of compassion has not been pressed out of them by a forty ton press of materialism going dwarf star in upon itself, to understand WHY? Why do all of these things have to happen? The most telling limitation of the mortal mind is it's narrow field of perception and understanding. Cosmic imperatives don't make any sense. The duck billed platypus doesn't make any sense. George W. Bush doing a 'see Jane run' biography on his merciless mass murderer of a sire, instead of hanging by the neck like a pheasant outside some lord's manor during the holidays, makes no sense. The absence of a world wide revolution and summary mob justice for all those so deserving also makes no sense. That any of these things have not yet happened does not mean that they- and worse- will not happen. That justice doesn't even 'appear' to be done is no guarantee that justice will not get done when the Rip Van Winkle deity finally wakes up under whatever Sequoia he fell asleep under when it was smaller than a Japanese Maple.

The mystery of why is all wrapped up in the mystery of ones state, prior to their appearance here and ones location following their departure. It's connected to who you are and what happens to you here, when what happens to you here makes no kind of sense whatsoever. It's connected to the constant presence of the downtrodden and the endless gasping and grasping of the privileged in their pursuit of arcane appetites. It's interwoven and interconnected with every in your face occurrence and every mysterious and unseen impetus that brings about the even more undesirable replacements for what preceded them. It can only make sense to a mind completely detached from it. It is not going to make sense to anyone in any form of relationship to it, except for those who are seeking no deeper answer that the hunger of flesh. For them it all makes sense.

Why do those who identify themselves as peacemakers nearly always get killed and why do those who pursue the expression of Love in its higher applications seldom catch a bullet? Why do yogis who should already (and do already) know what is good and lasting and what is not good and lasting get caught up in what is not good and lasting so often? Why do so many priests and ministers of different faiths get sucked into carnal behavior, while having spent so many years reading about the consequences? There are a great many examples of cognitive dissonance making their appearance front and center in these times. It's because of the need for all of us to be shown those things that far too few of us are paying any attention to.

Of course, you can refuse to pay attention for only so long. Eventually a scabrous and clawed hand is going to come out of nowhere and snatch you up by the neck and whatever that hand is connected to is going to be making some form of demonstration on you.

We are here in a cauldron of confusion, a place of epic difficulties stacked one upon the other. We are composed of elements at war with themselves. There is no other purpose to our being here than to learn the meaning and the cost of our actions and the actions of others. We can learn by doing. We can learn by watching, or we can just assume it's all going to end badly and opt out of the whole carnival to the extent it is individually possible for any of us to do. We are not all in possession of similar degrees of latitude, nor are we driven by equal degrees of motivation in any of the countless available directions. Why would anyone choose to do the things we see them doing, given the cost that comes along with it?

I could go in a million directions from here with all of this but what would be the point? People only see what they are capable of seeing and a lot of that has to do with what they want to see. They hear what they want to hear. Someone tells them this will kill them and they say, “So what?” or “No it won't.” or “It's none of your business.”

It's not just Ebola that threatens to go to plague status. There are other conditions that are multiplying at an alarming rate. Of course, Ebola may well not be all it is presented as. Like so many unfortunate things there may well be malicious intent at the root of it.

I go about with heavy heart on many days. The collective suffering loose in the world has reached the point where it is palpable to anyone with a nature sensitive enough to detect it. I recognize my relative helplessness and the force of Karma that encapsulates us all in its web. Karma and degrees of variable blindness go hand in hand. If you cannot clearly see, you cannot clearly define or understand what is taking place around you. You act and react out of sync with what is preferential to your best interests. This leads to more Karma and a greater blindness. Only a surpassing intensity of Love can melt the darkness that compromises our sight. Love and light are eternal kindred and the one naturally generates some amount of the other as it is employed in your life.

It won't get better unless we get better and there has to be a motivation for that and that motivation has to be greater than the resistance to it that is operational at all times. May you have the good fortune to win out in this exercise.


End Transmission.......

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