Thursday, October 22, 2015

Humming "Silver Bells" on the Fentanyl Highway to the River Styx



Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I saw a real box office piece of shit last night called “Bridge of Spies”. I knew it was going to be crap because all the usual bloated and bombastic critics loved it. Through the movie I kept getting the impression that this was an attempt to make us hate the Russians. It was boring and that is probably one of the chief crimes any film can commit. It featured a truly constipated acting job by industry hack, Tom Hanks. Several times I asked myself, who is responsible for this piece of crap? I found out with the closing credits, Steven Spielberg; not my favorite director, whom I consider really juvenile at his craft. I would call him the most overrated director, by comparison with his level of success, pretending to be working today.

Then I saw Black Mass, actually I saw this prior to but I'm being lazy. Man! Johnny Depp can play himself some gangsta. It was pure evil and menace all through. What I like to say about Johnny Depp is, when the make up goes on, Johnny doesn't comes out, someone else does. I can't say I liked the film cause it was dark and displays a world I would rather not come into contact with.

Both films were about historical, real life figures ...but only one of them was real or professionally done. I didn't come here today to talk about films though. I came here to segue into Halloween, which is an easy step off from Depp. Step from Depp? Today I was in Long's Drugs to get a prescription. It's one of those prescriptions that only the CIA and the DEA are allowed to traffic in the product of; just like how only the real terrorists don't get felt up by the perverts at the TSA. Anyway (digression coming), I'm sitting there and waiting and even though Halloween has yet to arrive, that odious tune, “Silver Bells” comes on, sung by the avuncular misanthropic pipe felating, Bing Crosby. The song sounds like the soundtrack playing in the minds of those wearing Fentanyl patches on their way to the mortuary. Someone I knew died of cancer in Germany and I got his remaining Fentanyl patches and I tried them out. As a fearless pioneer of the chemical frontiers, I 'occasionally' field test certain things on a one off basis to see what's going on there. This particular chemical is a death compound. My intuitive nature was on full alert with it and that's my prognosis. The Silver Bells, Fentanyl Highway to the River Styx is how it is.

I don't like Halloween. After Halloween, I don't like New Year's Eve and the Fourth of July, which are the two major holidays for amateur night on the highways. I won't go into why I don't like Halloween except to say that I don't appreciate the celebration of the monsters within. Materialism fever generates the monsters within, the same way that other fevers can generate hallucinations. Why did I segue to Halloween if I am not going to spend any time on it? FIIK. This is Petri Dish. We talk about the culture so... so far so good except for weaving around the place like a New Year's Eve driver on their way home, or somewhere else.

Is this an expression of the culture, or more specifically, political? I suppose it is both so that's okay. It's worth reading because of the dissembling of that odious, petri dish mucus composite from the bottom of a Manila landfill, Dershowitz. He's a lot like Gerald Rivero in too many ways to go into. In these times you get a surfeit of personality types who are, forgive the language (but what else can you call them?) sick fucks from Hell. The bitter pill to swallow is the level of success so many of them have but I am not the envious sort, nor obsessed with injustices that merely reflect my own insubstantial success on the material plane. I know, in a place inside myself that is unshakable that success depends on what you have made out of yourself, not what you have made out of the world. I, like you, am in the movie of my life and simply because so much is hidden from me, I am firmly convinced that my focus MUST be on my interior being. What is being hidden from me is very significant in this regard. There is usually a very good reason that significant features of yourself are concealed beyond every effort that can be made to uncover them. We'll see (what? Heh heh). Another feature is when out of left field bizarre things happen to you and through you and there is no defining reason for any of it. This is a red flag, metaphysically speaking.

I cannot hammer this point enough; hammer it into myself and hammer it into you, for the purpose of comprehension (grin). Life is about discovery and is composed of a programmed litany of experiences devoted to that end. If you don't discover that, which the experiences are set up to reveal to you, you are condemned to a variation on the theme until you do get it. Here is where the number one killer of human life comes into play; no matter what the disease manifestation turns out to be, it is usually brought about by, 'stress'. Stress is generated when you oppose the discovery that is provided to you by life experiences. You resist it. You enter into the realm of denial and the force of energy play between the poles of who you are and who you told yourself you are, generates higher and higher degrees of stress because you are doing things you don't want to do, thinking things you don't want to think and feeling things you don't want to feel because this is all that is available to you, as you skirt the discoveries of the truth about yourself. It is the fear of seeing whatever that is which keeps your awareness at bay. The sad reality is that what you would discover is wonderful. It is not frightening, except insofar as the responsibility that comes with it. You are responsible for what you know and never more so than when it turns out to be true.

Even borderline intellects should be aware that Obama is a preening psychopath and that Zionism sets the tone for all political policy in The United States, The United Kingdom, Canada, Australia. Even a Schmoo should know that the official line on 9/11 and Bin Laden and his improbable demise are fatuous and impossible lies. A Schmoo might not know that Israel was behind 9/11 but they could if they had even a small amount of curiosity about the matter but the truth is, they don't want to know, based on some variety of 'curiosity killed the cat'. See... even if people know something is very wrong they are not inclined to find out what it is because they become responsible for it. It is much safer to make fun of those who tell the truth because in these times, lies are the negotiable currency of the day. Counterfeits trump the authentic across the board. Unless, of course you are a member of the few, the proud and the brave and I'm not talking about The Marines, who may number among their kind some solid fellows but who more often than not are composed of those who kill on command for Satanic bankers and aren't even aware of it. They are playing video games in their minds.

This brings us to the real problem going on all over the place and that is manipulation. You're aware of the obvious manipulations of the media in all its forms and the way the direction of the entertainment industry is skewered ever more and more into the depraved. Then there are the other manipulations that have to do with government policy and the education system and these can seem less obvious because they are made to seem necessary and are overseen by professionals, who are supposed to have our best interests at heart... but they don't. Then there is the manipulations we perform on each other, due to these other manipulations performed on us by the aforementioned. Stockholm Syndrome is an epidemic in all kinds of ways that might not look like what it is but it is.

The whole game is about making one thing look like another and then make that other look like yet another and that is how you get to where nothing is what it seems and it's perfectly okay, until the stress of it makes you too sick to continue. The only difference between sheep on the hooks and sheep in wingtips and high heels is a matter of appearances. The same result occurs to them both, it just doesn't look that way. They are both consumed by someone. The sheep wind up in all kinds of culinary displays from patties to racks with a green jelly garnish and the wingtips and high heels are stuffed with particular compositions over the course of time, to please the palate of the entities who dine upon them. They are not consumed at one sitting but in stages, over time, until they look like they have been hollowed out from within by invisible fires. As Mikhael Aivanhov said, “If people were aware of who was having lunch while they were having sex they would be a lot more careful about it all.” I'm paraphrasing but that is the gist of it.

Alright my friends! We have come to the end of another posting and I'll see you next time if there is one. In the meantime, may you find what waits in that place of discovery that is the fruit of every experience which comes before you should you be able to see it. That said, the usual salutation follow.

End Transmission.......






14 comments:

Unknown said...

I get a skin-crawling revulsion to that name Dershowitz.... like whispering the name of a devil in a church. Add in Perle, Bolton, Feith, and so on ..... Truly we have more candidates than in previous years

Anonymous said...

Sure, white guys have been the better spot-up shooters. Why is this? I think it may be due to our lack of athleticism. A black guy will just take it to the hole with speed, agility, and of course an imposing vertical leap. Guys like Chris Mullins are catch and shoot. Same with Larry Bird for the most part, although he knew how to use his tall lanky frame to take it to the hole (not necessarily with speed and athleticism). This is just my take. As far as Mark Twain being full of it.... I would have to disagree. I think he knew the score on many levels and much of his writing is the evidence. What's with assigning a higher coefficient to free throws vs 2 pointers? Just sayin'

bodhati

Brian Crossland said...

Ya couldn't make it up...paedophile millionaires jet made available for "a week long anti-poverty, anti AIDS tour" at the request of a psychopath. Who else ?
The associated list of truly evil slimeballs here is impressive, every time I think it could not be more blatant...
The Bizarre happenings are certainly evident in my own life at present, thanks for the take on that. Time to go inward I am guessing. Spent so much time this week looking for things which I swear keep relocating themselves!

With Gratitude

Brian

Anonymous said...

"... that odious, petri dish mucus composite from the bottom of a Manila landfill, Dershowitz... In these times you get a surfeit of personality types who are, forgive the language (but what else can you call them?) sick fucks from Hell."

Gee, Mr. Visible. If your opinion of Dershowitz is unfavorable, why don't you just come out and say so?

I love it. Nobody writes like you. I hereby award you the Beggar's Magnificent 2015 Spot-on Critical Observation Gold Medal. As well I hand to you the Mendicant's Marvelous 2015 Plain Speaking in Public Service Diamond Hat Pin.

-beggar

Anonymous said...

bodhati, as long as the black guys with the speed, agility, and of course an imposing vertical leap don't run into the John Stockton of the game. On their way to the hoop the master dunkers, twisting turners and sky high flyers often find themselves soaring to the hoop with no ball in their hands, wondering what happened.

There's a metaphor there somewhere, no doubt.

Lori said...

I don't know if this has anything to do with anything here today, Vis. But I just have to say it -

If I believe in free will then I have to believe that I chose to be here. If I'm here then I want to believe that there is a purpose for my being here. Right NOW the only reason I can garner for being here is to become the very highest form of being. NOW!

Cause I just can't fathom choosing to come back here and doing it all over again. Well, maybe if it was simply to help another come to this realization :)

So, in an instant, I could be gone. It's my choice. What the hell am I waiting for?

There. Be well. Love you! Lori

Anonymous said...

For a moment, I thought I might want to see Dershowitz' ultimate future when he arrives at where he's going... But then.... I probably don't want to see it. Just knowing that it's coming for him is enough for me.

Jim

Anonymous said...

The coeffecient assigned to 2-pointers was actually 10 (not 2, I made a boo-boo/typo in my original screed...er, post).

A 3-pointer is three times as valuable as a free throw. A 2-pointer is twice as valuable as a free throw. 3-2-1 (assigned points) vs. 15-10-5 (assigned coefficients). Higher weight given to 3-pointers for obvious reasons (they are more valuable; three times as valuable as a free throw, for example; 1.5 times as valuable as a 2-pointer).

The only point of that exercise was to demonstrate that blacks aren't better basketball players than whites. If they were, the numbers would prove it. Which they don't. (In fact, they imply that something fishy is going on; they imply that organized sports is theater, which it actually is - "Give them bread and circus".)

For example (just one of many), Jack Sikma, who was the constant brunt of jokes during his NBA career, grades out as No. 24 all-time in terms of overall productivity - ahead of Patrick Ewing, Kobe Bryant, and Dominique Wilkins. (Jack who? A slow, gangly, tall, goofy, white guy - allegedly - who happened to be efficient as hell.)

I think Mark Twain knew a portion of the score, but he didn't tell us what the score was. He would have had to get permission from his lodge brothers on that one, and they weren't about to give it up.

Twain was one of the charter members/founders of Bohemian Grove. (And I don't think a mathematical analysis of the implications there is necessary, unless the complainant is working for the other side...in which case, their opinion has already been bought and paid for...)

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

Spiritual Pretenders on Megalomaniacal Benders.

Anonymous said...

pierre said...
lapsing into a Rolfism (Rolf the Recalcitrant on Remand and only in Remission)
Tie Me (Quantas) Kangaroo Down, Sport.
and
My Boomerang Just Came Back


I had an hour this morning at dawn sitting with a family of koalas, first after 5 years of hearing the males and only several actual sightings (I don't go out much at night). and again, Fukushima hovering over it all, where will it all be in 20 years (even in these antipodes). felt like Attenborough with the gorillas, in my own humble way.

Anonymous said...

@ Lori..

"...Cause I just can't fathom choosing to come back here and doing it all over again. Well, maybe if it was simply to help another come to this realization :).."

A bow to you. Just the other day I visited a Buddhist temple, outside was a BIG statue of Quan Yin. (She has many names. Perhaps one is 'Lori'.) I read about her on the base. Your words recall her to me.

And the love of my life...she always said she did not want 'come back'.
But I am convinced she did, as Quan Yin did, at the very gates of paradise when Quan Yin heard the cries of the suffering people on this plane of existence.

'Free Will'. I acknowledge it also. God bless you.

-beggar

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

The Center for the Search for Ageless Wisdom and Other internal Wonders and Recognizing Bullshit..

Anonymous said...

Clearly, the disconnect between normal consciousness and that of the W.T.C. conspiracy nutters is their failure to grasp the simple concept that in time of war the laws of physics are temporarily suspended.

Guess they didn't get the memo.

Anonymous said...

Viz et al,

Or, as Asians would sing it:

Serval Bears, Serval Bears....

Melki Zadek