Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Tranquility; Meditating by the Martha Washington Monument.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I love times of reflection; moments of personal silence, amidst the noise and hubbub of modern life. Along with a desire to find that still, motionless pool that will mirror the emptiness of mind and fullness of heart, is a callback to the poignancy and nostalgia of former times when I, in all innocence, celebrated the archetypal icons of the world as I once knew it; those symbols of fortitude and faith that underpinned and supported my world view, in a time of personal change and growth. I want to go to Washington D.C. this summer and meditate at the opening of the Martha Washington monument, which is an elegant 500 foot hole in the ground. This is my celebration of the eastern Yabyum construct upon which all manifest life is based and which is responsible for any and all occurrences of it to begin with.

I've had many thoughts about this world in which I live and how we might improve upon our lives in the mix. As you all know, there is a serious problem with obesity in these times. I'm not talking about twenty or thirty extra pounds. This can happen to any of us in the passage of life from entrance to exit. I've wondered often about energy shortages and the costs of utilities for a family of four, or more. If we all do our part then there is no reason why we cannot revolutionize the world in which we live. Whether we are fashionably thin to where we cannot be seen if we turn sideways, or large enough to block out the sun while walking along the beach, we can all do our part. If you live in Alabama or Mississippi, you are aware of the given demographic of which I speak. I have probably broached this idea before but it was years ago and many of you were not around. I believe there is a way that those of us who are two, three and four hundred pounds north of what a normal weight might once have been, far in the unremembered past, there is a way for you to contribute to the general good of all humanity. I like to see myself as a visionary; a sort of combination of Nikolai Tesla, Buckminster Fuller, Thomas Edison and Frank Zappa. Here is a rare and unexpected photo of Mark Twain and Tesla.

You are all, hopefully, aware of how bicycles have an electricity generating unit on them that powers the headlight for suicidal runs at night on busy highways and from whom drunk drivers can reap a bounty of 50 dollars per casualty. What if the pathologically obese were to attach such a unit between their thighs and in combination with wireless technology, were able to transmit the generated energy to a central storage center? In many towns and cities throughout America, these pioneering entrepreneurs could provide all of the power needs for the whole of the area they reside in. It is revolutionary thinking like this that once made our country great for a few weeks here and there, during those rare intervals where, inexplicably we were not at war with someone, in the pursuit of corporate profits, at the behest of central bankers and political opportunists. We can make America great again.

For some reason, this morning, my mind is filled with innovative ideas, where any small or large business, NGO or Zionist vampire bat reserve can improve, not only their lot but the lot of all humanity, even if, in the examples just mentioned, they are not a part of it. At the moment I am thinking about Kentucky Fried Chicken and their latest effort to maximize company profits by using failed Saturday Night Live, unfunny comedians, to play Colonel Sanders, in the hope that the public has been dumbed down enough to actually laugh at something that would make elementary school children fall asleep in their chairs. Why does food have to be what food has been for so long? Why must food continue to be so ordinary and unromantic as it has been for far too long? I've got an idea for KFC that will electrocute their bottom line, while drawing a new resource from a formerly discarded body part. The cost would be nil and the financial benefits unreal. I'm talking about deep fried chicken butt rings, accompanied by a welter of dipping sauces. I foresee young teenage couples with stars in their eyes, moved into realms of poetic rhapsody by the possibilities of it . I envision a callow, bath salts addled young man, gazing at the object of his adoration and taking her hand in his... asking her to be his, at least for the evening and then with all the ardor and intensity of the young, slipping a chicken butt ring over the appropriate finger, thus sealing their pending hookup for the evening, courtesy of Tinder, with that unforgettable transfat miracle, perhaps served with Buffalo chip fries.

There are so many ways that we could make this world a better place. Along with the obesity, electricity generators, we could place a similar appliance on every dildo sold in the country and exported overseas. We could attach them to hairbrushes and especially cellphones. Imagine what kind of power could be created by hundreds of millions of Adderal fueled fingers, thumbhumping our way to energy self sufficiency. Imagine an appliance attached to every genital engaged in every pornographic production world wide. ♫Imagine all the people, yadda, yadda, yadda.♫ Imagine such a device on the right or left wrist of every teenage boy. The possibilities are endless and it is starting to feel like this posting is too.

Imagine attaching such a unit to the tonsils and lips of every politician. Imagine it attached to every rollerblader from Venice to South Beach. Imagine one as standard equipment on the boots of all the marching armies, attached to every bullet and bomb, whether it be the stock issue of every official and unofficial terrorist, whether they work for the government, or are freelancing in the employ of any government. Imagine what kind of power might have been generated if the World Trade Center buildings had been outfitted with tens of thousands of small devices that went into a spinning fury as the Israeli/CIA bombs went off; or whatever the actual mechanisms of destruction were.

In the financial realm, world currencies as we know them are soon to become a thing of the past, due to Bit Share technology. Bit Share is going to revolutionize the world in the next few years. It works according to a philosophy of fair and able dealing and can be rendered incorruptible. There's never been anything like it. The speed of this technology is beyond anything we have ever known. A golden age is coming. It is coming in part due to revolutionary technologies, in tandem with an awakening in the hearts and minds of a significant portion of humanity. It's going to be out with the old and in with the gnu. It's going to result in all the Illuminati-elite and their catamite zombies, roller skating in a Buffalo stampede, as ♫another bolt of lightening killed a hundred head of steer♫

Despite the epidemic stupidity and collective denial of billions of quasi evolved crustaceans, gesticulating, like those silent and possessed horrors from Invasion of the Body Snatchers, pointing at the few still independently ambulatory, in a parody of the Edvard Munch Scream, we will have our consciousness revolution, whether the reality TV watching Kardashian junkies like it or not. They probably won't even notice because separations are going to occur between large and small masses of the public, in which we are all shunted into whatever dimension of being is appropriate for our state of awareness. Those who would kill without conscience will continue to do so. Those who would remain indifferent to such activities will remain indifferent and those of us who seek to elevate into worlds formerly unknown, through portals previously unseen, will do likewise (I'm sure).

♫materialism is a fire
materialism is a grave
materialism is a television
on the walls of Plato's cave

It gets hotter and denser
the deeper that you go-
oh tell me something I don't know.

Materialism has a stable full of whores
they bump and grind together
they party on forever
when you reach out for them
they turn to smoke
tell me... tell me something, I don't know♫

Zio-Ogre Vampire bat, Ruth Bader Ginsburg

who is tied with Jocelyn Wilderstein

for the title of The Ugliest Woman on the Planet, is going after Donald Trump and though I do consider Trump to be one of the most incredible megalomaniacs on the face of the Earth, more and more he is looking like the lesser of two weevils. It's amazing how those who lack all gravitas come to resemble someone dragged on their face over gravel. You come to look like what you are, as Little Georgie Sorrows and David Rockefeller have become the poster boys for. 

Over the course of time your features come to represent what you are like inside, whether the result of base and perverted passions etch a sketching you into some facsimile of depravity, or the inner light shaping you into a true example for us all.

End Transmission.......


torus said...

That pic of Wilderstein on the right...
Is she on her way to an audition for the role of the transgendered cowardly lion?
She's a bit like James Hetfield from Metallica as well, except he looks normal.

Anonymous said...

Journalist: It’s a story that Mark Twain wrote a mysterious stranger, that wonderful book of Satan, inspired by you.

Tesla: The word “Lucifer” is more charming. Mr. Twain likes to joke. As a child I was healed once by reading his books. When we met here and I told him, he was so touched that he cried. We became friends and he often came to my lab.

The 3rd Elf said...

A new radio show is now up.

Visible said...

I don't understand why certain people come around here. I would think they would be much happier over at Huffington Post. They haunt this place day and night

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

300 to 400 pounds north of normal weight. Dotcha think they might be better used as surrogate bacon to benefit humanity, since I really do think pigs are way cool critters who do not deserve to be exploited as they are?

On the other hand, with the typical u.s. diet, maybe not.

KFC, 50% MSG. Thanx, but no thanx even if it were free. Gods, I used to eat that crap when I was young and stoopid. And their stuff is vile. I wouldn't feed the corn to an animal, and what is grosser than powered mashed tatties? Gods, I wouldn't call that food any more than mcdouchebaggles, who serves stuff that doesn't decompose in forever. I mean if it ain't good enough for bacteria, it ain't good enough for me. Sheesh! Even a starving fly wouldn't touch it.

How's this post fer politically incorrect, huh? Though I must say referring to stud muffins as sausage casings at a few job interviews probably didn't do much for me. Don't think I'll post what we call chicks out of hearing range. They get a tad testy, and might hunt me down with an AK-47 or sumthin'.

torus said...

And Ginsburg, oh why do I even bother. She has the potential to invoke a trendy set of initials though; RBGQCUNT, just sayin'.
Yes, she hates Trump too, what an accomplishment! They're all mad and in denial of what really happened on 9/11.

Anonymous said...

I "gleamed" the idea of neighborhood energy production facilities where energy users could peddle for energy credits that could be use donated or traded at a later time. Producers of the power could barter their credits for other goods or have the energy they use domestically be balanced against earned credit for creating the juice at the local people power station. Housing could be equipped with the device and credits stored without leaving home. DC batterys for electrodrive carriers could be charged. The commune I linked to in the Gay Area in 1970
tried with little success because very few believed the prophetic vision of those who "dropped", OR DIDN'T GET IT IF THEY DID [DROP]. Local self rule IS a synergY benefit of food independence and sharing it all with those too young or old or somehow unable to "grow their own". Inherited titles of nobility/ownership need to go away and earth resources communally shared especially the precious land itself. Water air you name it. Birth control by continence abstinence and even celibacy would prevent overstraining of the rsource bases whic are unalienable wealth of everyone. Nuff. Best to All who will to perfection. Chipster #56

Anonymous said...

Near the end of the fifth paragraph , the theme song from that old Coca Cola TV ad started playing on my internal jukebox. ..."I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. ......"

Now it won't stop, dammit.


Ray B. said...

Boy, placing Nety's and Yogananda's photos next to each other really brought out the energy differences. Yogananda's still emanates a wonderful, blissful energy, while Nety's both is literally suck-y, energy-wise, and just feels majorly 'off'. Thanks for the chance to sample, concurrently...
Portals are interesting. There is one around thirty feet in the air and just off to the side of the top of the Tor at Glastonbury. Given that this portal was probably 'opened' at then-ground-level, how long does it take for a hill to erode-away thirty feet?

Another portal in northern Ireland was sealed. It was near the top of a mini-mountain, in the midst of a number of small cairns. Higher Self said that there was a failed 'colonization attempt' in that area. Folks from another, higher place tried to make a go, there. Whether it was their innocence, earth-plane vibes, or the Kali Yuga energy, the 'colonists' descended into squabbling and violence. So, the door (portal) was sealed from the other side. While I was there, it was briefly opened, and the souls left-behind were 'repatriated'. A sad place...

A different kind of 'portal' exists at many stone circles to this day. When the stone circle entity (who the circle was built-around) comes into the near-physical, the circle 'powers-up' with its energy. At that point, if the circle was set up for it, portals in/on certain stones open, and the energy is sent 'elsewhere'. Curiously, some of the 'beams' are sent to places now undersea, again implying a great age for the circles.

We exist in a world of Wonders, now unsensed and nearly-forgotten...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Anonymous said...

Screamingly funny!

Unknown said...

Nice post, Viz! Thanks for the good work!

Anonymous said...

pierre said... Roger Reaves in his book Smuggler (there is a chance of a movie) had a solution...
one of his female associates was letting go (drugs and obesity) so he imprisoned her on the roof with an exercise bike and a calory meter and all the water she could drink (making some up here, though I think I recall the chain) and when she burned x calories , then she was fed. Police came a visiting, she said she was a willing subjugant (a reductive supplicant) and she got straightened out , with a little help from her friend (I Dream of Jenie too). says in the bible I am your Lord and Master so there.
DR looks good for his age given that GMO babies blood with anti-Terminator genes wasn't invented until the 90's.
I'd go to Stormfront except I might be 1/8th Rothchilds myself, which would make me a little Hitler, but I dont want to progress too fast above my level of incompetence according to the Pierre Principle and the wisdom of the Atzmonian (Gilad Atzmon), a self professed 'proud self hating Jew' that I appreciate.
Groucho Marx said we all eventually get the faces we deserve, but those like DR who don't look into the mirror , its us that have to look at those faces (Fulford's Facebook). what did we do or not do to deserve such.

Anonymous said...

Excellent post, Visible! As today is picture-sharing day, would you be willing to share a current picture of yourself with us?

Visible said...

Let me look into that.

McKenna Fan said...

Yeah. What's your mug like these days, Viz?

That's exactly what I thot, too.

But I just thought it was going to disprove your thesis about the spirit etching itself on the face, since your soul is beautiful, but maybe you look like a Nazgul or something these days, after having your jaw fucked up in Hawaii, etc.

Hey, ya can't win em all!

Where would you put em?

Anonymous said...

I saw a photo of badder Ginsberg,s hands yesterday. Whoa.

Visible said...

Well, McKenna Fan; I kind of look like Bertrand Russell on LSD. I don't look half bad, hardly any wrinkles and a sporty goatee and mustache. You don't notice the broken jaw. The Kojax head piece grants me that appearance of testosterone fire and a woman told me I looked really cute the other day, which made me want to prance about like Liberace for a few moments. Actually, given the wind tunnel shit storm I've been through the last several years I would say the result is nothing short of remarkable. I'll look around for a photo but will probably have to take one since I am not a selfie or sitting for photos kind of a guy.

Anonymous said...

It was a good laugh and a gently scathing comment on the janky sewer pipe known as contemporary culture.
Is it wrong to laugh out loud when reading stories about zombies walking off the pier or falling down a manhole while gazing at their navel selfie phones?
I've never been to the Jenkem Huffington post but hive mind Jonestown Dear Leader kool-aid infused circle jerks by control freak statist utopians are really not my speed.
Got a fat tire bike last December and it is a blast. The tires are almost as big as motorcycle tires and roll over obstacles that would make a lesser bike crash.
If four quarters can be scrounged up some air will be put in the tires of the regular sized bike.
Are you really going to the rat infested swamp known as the district of cesspool aka Mordor on the Potomac? (rhetorical)

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Us members of The Holey Order of the Septum LOVE your nose. It has stage presence, despite appearing to be a bit short on nose hairs and nose whiskers. (If you trim, don't tell us; or we'll never talk to you again. Trimming nose hairs is considered sacrilege by the order.)

Visible said...

No... I am not going there; much as I would like to see the Martha Washington Monument.

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

The Shrink Wrapped Shelf Zombies and the Apple in the Garden.

Anonymous said...

Hate to tell you Les, but those power generating devices you speak of are long ago patented by the dark side. 'Intellectual property' and all that peclude their use for good..although perhaps we might get some Chinese knock-offs?

BTW, Karl Marx got the face he deserved..

which really reminds me of this face...



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