Wednesday, May 25, 2016

The Truth Within and the Lies that Fly Around the World.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

We're brought up a certain condition of the moment, a concern possibly that has been operating below the general radar, except in the places where it has been happening, or threatening to happen. It has been my contention that it is Lady Nature we should be looking at, rather than the turmoil of the political, economic and cultural spheres, where wars, financial threats and migration issues are eating up the majority of the headlines. Mount Sinabung is right there on the Ring of Fire that runs along the coast line of the Americas. It 's a large sector and it's rumbling all up and down the line.

In the political realm we have the prophecies of an authentic psychic and his words dovetail with the perceptions some of us have been experiencing. I am not here to speak as a supporter or a critic of Vladmir Putin. I don't know what the realities are behind the scenes. All I can say is that I am very definitely a supporter of his actions, which are working to thwart the pernicious plague of Satanic Zionists and bankers who have been working for a long time now to deceive and subjugate the masses of humanity.

In the meantime, some number of us are working to expose the fabrication of the Holocaust. This writer is hitting on one of the themes we often bring up here. That is the strange math where a claim was made that 4.5 million were executed at Auschwitz. Then the number was reduced to 1.5 million. Then the number was reduced to 1.1 million and none of this Israeli Amusement Park Math affected the myth or the math of six million dead overall. The writer also explores the outrageous fantasy of how 13.5 football stadiums of people could be gassed in a location the size of a 3 car garage.

It has been clear to me for a long time that there is something more than the low jinks of saturation media and the hijacking of the educational system behind the public blindness of this transparent hoax. There seems to be; I say (I say- cue Foghorn Leghorn), 'seems to be' an amount of pulse weaponry and subliminal programming going on. This is obvious to some of us and I have personally experienced it. However, a small number of us are immune to these efforts. We might be disconcerted or annoyed by it but we remain independent of its influence.

Day by day, larger percentages of humanity are waking up. They may not be clear about precisely what is happening but they are getting a general idea and this idea is going to spread like seeds on the wind. In permaculture, one's environment is designed around natural interplay between forces. By example, certain flora is planted around the perimeter of a body of water and this attracts ducks who carry fish eggs in their bills and this stocks the water with fish. There are parallels here to the actions of Mr. Apocalypse who uses known and unknown forces to disseminate ideas and awarenesses into human consciousness.

There is an emergent symmetry that is at work and it is rippling across the surface of the world like a rock tossed into a lake. The tiny waves of influence eventually encompass the lake. Something said in Prague is heard in Egypt a few days later. The invisible sounding board of the ether carries the message around the world.

Whenever the resident population of the times is transported into the inevitable changes that come with the arrival of any age, the population is changed and is adapted or recycled according to the specific dictates of the archetypes of the age. This particular arriving age is very significant, much more than the ones that have preceded because this age is a point of transition into a much larger cycle of 12 ages and it is possible that it is also a point of transition for an even larger cycle. One can take a measure of this by considering the position of our solar system in the Milky Way at this time. It is no accident that near 7 billion of us are here at this time. It is possible that every soul who has ever been here is here for the grand finale or in the process of returning. I am not saying this is true, I am saying it might be.

It stands to reason, in my mind, that something nearly unimaginable is on the doorstep and that we are all in the process of being routed toward specific ends, according to inclination and disposition. There are other factors at work but these will do for the moment. It stands to reason also that all the angels of the celestial realm and all the residents of the infernal region are at work from their spheres of influence and that influence is being directed to the material plane for the purpose of demonstration.

We are each of us a battle ground for the forces at work and this is all being sorted and evolved within the crucible of our being. Some of us are skating along on the ice of our indifference, or in the pursuit of any one, or many, of the pleasures and delights to be found here in this time. Some of us are bent into the wind, as we climb the switchback up the magic mountain, through one level of awareness after another. Occasionally one of us is cast down from the mountain for any number of reasons. The higher one ascends, the greater is the wind of resistance. It is only in our struggle against the winds of resistance that we are made strong and only love is a force powerful enough to sustain us in this and bring us home.

We need to realize these truths because only in the realization of these truths will we have the faith, certitude and determination to continue. There are some who say that only through complete surrender to our higher nature can we achieve our true destiny and I would not argue with that. What I believe is that both struggle and surrender are necessary and indispensable from one another. Whether one is a proponent of the Herculean meme or the path of the Buddha/Christ, both aspects are required.

I hear people argue endlessly, outside of my range of hearing (grin) about advaita and duality. I believe that both are interdependent and extant simultaneously. I believe this is where the problem in all arguments comes from. Unless you can hold these two contrasting views within your mind, you do not have the whole of it. Surely you can come to liberation and enlightenment with either, or in the process of gravitating from the one to the other but... they are and always will be legitimate realities and there is no point in arguing on behalf of one or the other. One can argue that there is no day or night. One can argue that ultimates take precedence over all interplay of polarities and one can insist that the phenomenal world has no reality or permanence but that is of no meaning when your head hits the concrete or a punch lands on your jaw, or mortality makes itself known. There are certain irresistible tides that cannot be resisted from certain states and which have no application in states beyond.

We are all mortal and immortal at the same time. One is kinetic and one is potential. As a particular Taoist once said; “Strive hard!” The only immortality is conscious immortality. Most of us are processed at the level we occupy and settle on. Don't settle. Existence can be bewildering and confusing. The ineffable is known to pick certain souls that he loves to play antagonistic parts. When you hear scriptural statements like, “Father forgive them for they know not what they do” you may count on that being due to such phrases having a multitude of meanings for me, as well as deeper and deeper possibilities of meaning. Sometimes we don't know because we are not permitted to know because it would screw up the desired impact of our roles.

All wars are spiritual wars, regardless of the battlefields employed, or whatever terrain they may be staged upon. Some insist that the material and spiritual planes are separate. I believe all planes are interdependent and could not exist without each other. I believe that fire is an element and I also believe it is much more, depending on the plane it is being expressed on and the same applies to all of the elements. Something means one thing at one point and something else at another.

I believe that all of those, acclaimed to be gods but who were present in times long past, actually walked the Earth. Furthermore I believe they still do, whether you encounter them or not. I believe that there is a god of the wolves and the elephants and the tigers and the whales and dolphins and all of the rest. I believe the Devic realm permeates this one but is seldom seen. There is a reason that it is said that Lord Ganesh is the deity who is closest to the material plane and if you have studied the images you will notice that he carries both snares and tools of liberation. He, in fact, operates as both the one who entangles and frees us and this is hard for people to get a grip on but one must remember the phrase, “Lead us not into temptation” as well as, “deliver us from evil.” Evil and ignorance can be considered, after a fashion, as being interchangeable.

The very force that enslaves and entangles us is also the force of liberation. One might consider the sex force in this regard. Behind the frightening image of the demon is the corona of the angel, should we be perspicacious enough to get it. Once you do then fear will have no place in your heart or mind. Once you do, in the words of Lao Tzu;

“Death might appear to be the issue of life,
Since for every three out of ten being born
Three out of ten are dying.
Then why
Should another three out of ten continue breeding death?
By use of sheer madness to multiply.
But there is one out of ten, they say, so sure of life
That tiger and wild bull keep clear of his inland path.
Weapons turn from him on the battle-field,
No bull-horn could tell where to gore him,
No tiger-claw where to tear him,
No weapon where to enter him.
And why?
Because he has no death to die.”

I'll leave you with that.

End Transmission.......

There was no radio broadcast this week because there was no broadcast but the production was done and sent in and James will process it at some point then we will put it up; never fear.

Someone at the most recent Smoking Mirrors asked if "The Fire is a Woman" was a new Vis song; it's a song, albeit not a particularly new one - and here it is:


torus said...

"All sensory activities governed by the cerebral cortex are centralized through the thalamus glands and executed through the limbic system - the name being derived from 'limbus', the Latin word for 'ring.' This system enables us to learn and to memorize."
- Mantak Chia, The Secret Teachings of the Tao Te Ching.

With no pretense on your part of being a "lord" of any sort; you're a good teacher Les Visible. A "lord" of the ring if you will.

Holocaust "education" isn't true learning as I understand it. Any more than the "official" report on 9/11 resolved anything, aside from the tribe's propensity to make more war and death.

Mike King does a wonderful job in deconstructing both.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Trippy on how often what you write is what this household (flathold, really) has talked about already.

See ya later, after we all get to where we're a'goin'!

wiggins said...

Excellent...reading Ernest Holmes' "The Science Of Mind" at present. A lot of people crap him out for being 'new age'... I'm reserving judgement.

Ray B. said...

Vis, I particularly liked where you said (in effect) "Here are incontrovertible opposites that cannot both exist, or both be true. Tough. Get used to it." (Grin) Tough love! This is a very strange 'existence', once you start examining it...

On the physical plane, I reside not terribly far from Mount McLaughlin, a dormant volcano. When I get to higher altitudes, I can see Mount Shasta, another dormant volcano, off in the southern distance. Three Sisters, another dormant volcano, is off to the northeast, just beyond Crater Lake (ex-Mount Mazama - presumed extinct, although it has thermal geysers at the bottom of the lake). Mount Hood, another dormant volcano, is too far to see to the north. And then, there is the big Cascadia subduction zone (with its accompanying Cascadia fault) running off the coast of Oregon (etc.). We are kind of caught between fire and water, if push comes to shove. Vis: "...the population is changed and is adapted or recycled according to the specific dictates of the archetypes of the age." (grin)
Vis: "Day by day, larger percentages of humanity are waking up. They may not be clear about precisely what is happening but they are getting a general idea and this idea is going to spread like seeds on the wind."

Yep, many folks are working on that. The cool part is that the 'work' is being done outside of the range of most baddies. Even outside of the range of most participants. They just 'wake up' feeling different and thus act different. Ironic that this 'ground swell' is not a movement but is a movement indeed...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Ray B. said...

And, in honor of certain 'way-out' folks at work for us, "Babylon 5" Vorlons and resultant Kosh-isms:

Delenn: That is why Kosh cannot leave his encounter suit. He would be recognized.
Capt. John Sheridan: Recognized? By whom?
Kosh: Everyone.
Kosh: Being seen by so many at once was a great strain. I returned to my ship to rest. You have a question?
Sheridan: Nobody knows it was you. Everyone saw something different, something from the... the legends of their own world. But it was still a terrible risk. After taking such care to hide what you really are, why take that chance?
Kosh: It was necessary.
Sheridan: [sighs] Well, as answers go, short, to the point, utterly useless, and totally consistent with what I’ve come to expect from a Vorlon.
Kosh: Good.
Sheridan: You know, I just had a thought. You’ve been back and forth to your homeworld so many times since you got here — how do I know you’re the same Vorlon? Inside that encounter suit, you could be anyone.
Kosh: I have always been here.
Sheridan: Oh yeah? You said that about me, too.
Kosh: Yes.
Sheridan: I really hate it when you do that.
Kosh: Good.
Sheridan: Why are you here?
Kosh: We were never away. For the first time, your mind is quiet enough to hear me.
Sheridan: Why am I here?
Kosh: You have always been here.
Sheridan: What’s inside there?
Kosh: One moment of perfect beauty.
[Sheridan experiences one moment of perfect beauty.]
Sheridan: I had no idea. No idea at all!
Kosh: Yes.
Sheridan: Thank you.
[Exit Kosh; enter Ivanova.]
Ivanova: Another lesson? What this time?
Sheridan: Beauty. In the dark.
Ivanova: Must be working. You’re beginning to talk just like a Vorlon.
Kosh: Understanding is a three-edged sword.
Talia: Ambassador! Ambassador Kosh!
Kosh: There is a question?
Talia: Yes! I’ve been scanning Mr. Abbut all day and his mind is still just as empty as when we started; and these phrases that you keep speaking in, they don’t make any sense.
Kosh: Ah, you seek meaning? Then listen to the music, not the song.
Talia: Ambassador, I’ve thought it over, and I don’t believe that I can continue with this assignment.
Kosh: Your belief does not enter into it; we have a contract!
Talia: I know that, but you don’t really need a telepath.
Kosh: What is need compared to the path?
Kosh: The truth points to itself.
Kosh: They are alone. They are a dying people. We should let them pass.
Cmdr. Jeffrey Sinclair: Who, the Narn or the Centauri?
Kosh: Yes.
Sinclair: Why? (the Vorlons having just destroyed Deathwalker’s ship)
Kosh: (To Deathwalker) You are not ready for immortality.
Kosh: The avalanche has already started; it is too late for the pebbles to vote.
Kosh: And so it begins.
Sheridan: Damnit, what do you want? What do you want?
Kosh: Never ask that question.
Sheridan: At least I got a response out of you. So what’ll it be, Ambassador?
Kosh: I will teach you.
Sheridan: About yourself?
Kosh: About you. Until you are ready.
Sheridan: For what?
Kosh: To fight legends.

Anonymous said...

pierre said...

well if there is a movement I hope it isn't like the other movements over the last 200 years of Rothschildlandia that succomb to the borg thing.

Pompei was terriffic for archeologists. I wonder if ours went under a sea of ashes, burning all the plastic but preserving the bodies, they will say it was a strange religion, people's hands semi clasped as if they were holding something holy, bodies arched looking at their palms, practically everybody all the time.
holy hand grenades, batman (Monty python).

Anonymous said...

youve really gone to a whole nother level!

Anonymous said...

There is simply no other place on the internet that's as refreshing, challenging and inspirational as these three blogs!!!

God bless you dear Visible; thank you three times.

Ray B. said...

pierre, I had a strange Pompei experience, decades back:

I was part of a group about to visit Pompei, and was in a tour bus just outside the city. I had just opened up a map of the ruins, when had this tremendous 'anxiety' come-up about what had happened to "My House." Strong.

After I got off the bus, I quick-marched right through the city and out the other side. Just outside the city proper was a small villa, and my 'quest' ended up there. There was such relief inside me that "My House" was still existent!

After a quick 'inspection tour' of "My House", I relaxed and enjoyed roaming the rest of the city. Woo-woo...

(I found out later that I was lucky-enough to have lived and died 'naturally' before the big eruption took-out the city and citizenry...)

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Smyrna said...

When you find the Lord Jesus, you get given a gift. (That is written in Corinthians I or II, I can't remember. It is there!)

Anyrate, the gift I appear to be have been giveneth is 'Discernment', and if you can't discern between Vlad Putin and Hillary Clinton, a pox be on you.

Old Visible here, and my mother, are phrenologists par excellence. My brother a quack extroadinnaire. Me, a discerner!

Ray Hilchey said...

Dear Les
We confound ourselves by expecting one person to have all the answers. For instance I would not expect a geologist to have advice in cultural affairs nor approach the head of the physics department with a question on welding.
In this manner clif high and his webot program are intriguing but only as it refers to a limited field. When he gets into many subjects he is well beyond his depth.
I discovered Rahu a while ago; my little cast deity depicts him with a serpent’s tail. This is to represent the wave form of his progression in orbit, an amazing concept known in India thousands of years ago.
Now to supplement that clif high has pointed out the work of D J Sadhu, by his name obviously of the Bengali Vasniva tradition. Brilliant work, beautiful.

With love
Ray H

thomas said...

never mind about the rest. I'll go and digest the pertinent parts.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Gorgeous song.

Anonymous said...

Buttons at 6:23,

Reminds me of an amalgam of the better aspects of Leonard Cohen and latter day Dylan. I hope Vis takes that as the compliment it was intended.


Anonymous said...

There seems to be; I say (I say- cue Foghorn Leghorn), 'seems to be' an amount of pulse weaponry and subliminal programming going on.

Les, could you expand on this? I got an uneasy feeling reading this due to some recent experiences of my own.

Visible said...

I'm just going out the door so please give me a couple of days. I'm off to take a sauna and watch some of the darker side of human existence; but not in the sauna (grin).

Anonymous said...

pierre said...

@RayB (and more Monty Python from me)

" found out later that I was lucky-enough to have lived and died 'naturally' before the big eruption took-out the city and citizenry...)"

you died naturally in those days, "crucifixion? yes? straight ahead, first door on the right"

would have been funny if at Pompei above every door carved into the lintel, "no smoking" signs.

@ Vis : pray tell us sometime about those big trees. it's amazing how much larger trees seem at night time.

verify was just now : select all images with trees. nothing to see here, now move along, hey you trees, you deaf or something?

Anonymous said...

Happy I Don't Want To Remember Anything Day!

Ray B. said...

pierre: Judging from the murals on the walls, I was probably a minor member of one of the 'mystery' religions of the time. Quite acceptable to the authorities. So, I probably died with a wine glass in my hand... (grin)

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Anonymous said...

pierre said...

@RayB. with me it would have been with just the wine sack (glass was expensive). a whole sack made of whole cloth, almost empty cause I would have been reading this blog (into the future) and seen it coming.

cheers (literally)

Visible said...

Hi Canada!

torus said...

Greetings from The People's Republic of Absurdistan.

Ask any kid how tall he is, and I'll be damned if he mentions centimeters. Ditto if he/she/it gives you the distance from Toronto to Ottawa in Kilometres.

Missing munich said...

Had time to catch up on reading your blogs, here in the solitude of the Saguenay river in the province of Quebec. What a beautiful, untouched part of the world, where the only sounds are birds and various chirping insects. Tomorrow it's back to the grind of civilization, but I am hoping that the serenity found will last just a bit longer.

Greetings to all

torus said...

Granted, a Quebecois in that ol' school patois would be inclined to use the metric system vs Imperial measurement. Imperial resentments along with his native duplicity is what motivated Trudeau to convert Canada from Imperial to metric.
"I'll never raise the tax on a gallon of gas", said Pierre. So he subsequently raised the tax on a litre.

Grinded by the blight
Stand up to take a whiz
Like a boy who's a dike.

Grinded by the blight
Stand up to a whiz
Like a boy who's a dike.

That fluffy-haired Francophone
Hasn't legalized the home grown
And that's what we expected least.
So he opened up the bathroom stalls
To hook-nosed Protocols
From the middle east.

That big shot forget me twat
Had us within ear-shot
And told us we've got what it takes.
You criticize the holocaust and all these tranny laws
We'll call it love as we jail you for hate.

Grinded by the blight...

Anonymous said...

pierre said...

♫Goy Goerge is back in town?♫

torus said...

Goy George? Indeed. And he's being whacked with the protruding staff of righteousness. Also known as a culture "club".

Anonymous said...

pierre said...(seat warming mode)

in a clubber culture. hit me with your sticker rythm (Ian blockhead and the drurys)

Anonymous said...

It's been quite a while since we've heard anything from Les. I hope all is well.


Visible said...

Well... you're the 3rd person I've heard from today so I suppose I should say something. I was halfway through the next Origami when I learned that my former Mother in Law died. We were close so I've taken some time for reflection. I'll be back soon.

torus said...

Condolences Les.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

It's a good time to check out. One of disabled cats left the planet a few weeks ago. (He was blinded about a year ago when former next door neighbour smashed their door in his face. It was allegedly a panic move due to pit bull they had, but I don't know. This was second hand information. The other disabled cat broke her leg from two storey drop in a bad landing on concrete resulting from a cat fight. We have never had enough money to fix her, but she's getting on OK. She also has a very feral personality. I'm the only one who can pet her. I speak the language.)

I think the shoite is gonna hit the fan big time before 2018 from the looks of it.

Anonymous said...

pierre said...

condolences from me too, I recall you mentioning her, and care of her, back in the old country some time ago.
(trailer park boys series 10 might cheer you up if you hadn't caught it).

Visible said...

Thanks... I'm not sad though, just thoughtful. I should be back around today.

torus said...

Dear Les, Beethoven wrote to one his admirers that music is a higher manifestation than knowledge or philosophy.
May I suggest, in honor of your dear departed German friend, Beethoven's Fifth piano concerto. The second movement in particular.

torus said...

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The Holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking sown in its tranquility;
The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea:
Listen! The mighty being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motions make
A sound like thunder - everlastingly.
Dear child! Dear Girl! that walkest with me here,
If thou appear untouched by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;
And worship at the Temple's inner shrine,
God being with ye when we know it not.
W. Wordsworth

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

Fireworks... Fandangos and Inevitable Departures.

Visible said...

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