Tuesday, October 03, 2017

What Happens in Vegas will not Stay in Vegas.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Last night while trying to fall asleep, I went into a trance state and was under attack. It was brutal and I did not know that I was asleep and kept trying to get up but could not. Then I did... finally. For some reason, as terrifying as these experiences can be, I wasn't affected much. Thank god for that. I went into the living room and sat for awhile, then I laid down on the couch and slept for a few hours, got up again, it was still dark, went back into the bedroom and everything was fine. Woke up this morning and everything wasn't fine; at least it wasn't fine in Las Vegas. What a thing to happen...

As I have been saying, though this has probably occurred to all of you, people are going to start going insane, individually... collectively and, let us not forget they will also go insane because they are being programmed to. Whether this was the case with our most recent madman I do not know. I can say what I think someone once said, “the world is too much with us.” It was probably Wordsworth. He's usually the guy who says the things I can't remember were said by someone.

Whether they are now taking totally unpredictable people and setting them into motion or... if the system itself, which is contrary to human welfare, is setting it off, or... if as is more likely, the ineffable has let it take place for reasons of his own because everyone, the good the bad, the ignorant and brilliant, the powerful and the powerless, the those and the these and the all of them, are players in a moving tapestry of events on the one hand and experiences on the other. We all have a similarity of events that differ in intensity by degrees. The complexity ensures because we all have different experiences of them. Some are crushed by events that others shrug off and even forget about. Some never recover. If you endure you survive and maybe that explains why sometimes people you wouldn't imagine possess the skills to make it in this world, get by simply because they keep going.

I didn't think anything about what happened today. I wasn't surprised. I wasn't sad. I had no reaction at all. It's not far from here and that's why I wrote what I did in the first paragraph because it made me wonder if something dark wasn't coming down or up and I caught a portion of it as it went by. I spent the time fighting it off; literally fighting it off, until I was able to wake up and leave the room. Maybe this fellow wasn't able to fight it off but no... he'd been planning it. It seems that way, given all the guns he had to carry up to his room. His father was a bank robber who the authorities called a psychopath. Let's keep in mind that a great many of our overseers are also psychopaths and that crimes are less likely to be actionable where the criminals are also those making and enforcing the laws.

I am not at all unsympathetic about what happened in Vegas. It's just that at the moment I saw what had happened, I was instantly affirmed in my awareness that this was very much to be expected and that what happens in Vegas is not going to stay in Vegas. On the face of it, with what little we know at the moment, it is very, very odd; as odd as some of our recent events have been, this one is even odder. The person who did this is like the poster guy for people who don't do this. I don't know if that is a red flag or it just looks like one. The world is full of coincidence and anomaly, which (metaphorically scratching my head) seems to conflict with the meaning of anomaly. That's how it is though isn't it? We are awash in anomalies. The unpredictable is becoming the commonplace. In case it's not readily apparent I should say, that's not a good thing. It's kind of like someone wishing you live in interesting times. You do. No one has to wish that on you now.

It's tragic I suppose, that I wasn't shocked. It didn't even startle me afterwards when it occurred to me that I wasn't shocked. I recognize that not much shocks me anyway because I'm one of those people who got shocked so often that I guess I'm kind of shell shocked ...but it happened so often that the shell has been shaken into fragments, so the only real injury is to a shell that is no longer there. I think it's a little like Schrodinger's Cat or one of those cosmic conundrum like black holes and all the other inexplicables where constantly repeated theory and speculation become fact and which is a process used by the one's who deceive us and which results, eventually in everything we have been taught to believe being bullshit. That...

is the nature of the world when the world has been turned to unnatural things. In order to convince us to participate in these unnatural things it becomes imperative to convince us that what we are doing is natural when it is not and this is not exceptionally difficult when you control the education system and all the other systems that systematize us according to their template of perdition. You can put a square peg into a round hole if you force it hard enough. In the end the peg may likely no longer be a true square and the hole no longer precisely round. What is it that the Israelis say? “If it doesn't work, use force and if that doesn't work, use more force.” Of course the other option is that if you can't slither in, use more slither. It seems to me that both of these are employed full time. It seems equally as clear to me that all too few people are aware of this. What is more tragic still is the amount of people who are entertained and engrossed with its by-products. They never see the 'it' itself. They only see the by-products. Maybe that is why. For some reason it reminds me of the tale about Perseus killing the Medusa with a mirror. We don't see how ugly the monster is because it is holding a mirror out of which pours an endless stream of ever so attractive magnetized dust creations... you can't eat just one but everyone of them can eat you. Of course, on reflection (pun intended) there's no real connection to Perseus and the Medusa there, except that in both cases the monster is very ugly. In the one case however, being turned to stone would be preferable.

Las Vegas is an interesting place for this to have happened in. If you combine that with the inexplicable reality of the one who is supposed to have done it... well... it's a conspiracy theorist wet dream. which leads one... one who retains an objective and intuitive capacity, to speculate. Rumors and speculations will abound. There's an army of rumormongers and speculators out there. It's as if someone dumped a truckload of honey in front of a community of hungry bears. There will be a feeding frenzy and if those were sharks I used in the illustration (instead of bears) there would be an army of professionals chumming the waters.

It's going to be beyond strange. Sooner or later you know that 'they' are going to step in it, in front of the whole world. I don't know, as I have said, whether 'they' have anything to do with it or not. What I do know is that sooner or later, Mr. Apocalypse is going to raise his staff in the air and bring it down hard upon the Earth and then... well,

we'll see won't we?

End Transmission.......




16 comments:

Anonymous said...

Did somebody request a conspiracy theory?

I'm numb too Visible. Word is that Trump sent 9700 containers of food, medicine, emergency supplies to Puerto Rico and the communist swine are locking it all down to rot and let people die. So Vegas would be a distraction from that, as well as Syria.

I am looking for a portal by now... but maybe instead I better just pester the ineffable until I hear, "Don't make me come down there."

Matt

_0_ said...

Its a Feedback loop, Vis.

Visible said...

That's perfectly fine because you aren't really here.

Anonymous said...

That sound was machine gun fire - not from an assault rife.
Also video shows firing coming from windows much lower down the hotel. There's video of people who saw that and talk about it.
The guy they accused looks like a patsy. Another Lee Harvey O.
Whether CIA Mossad or ISIS this looks well planned.
There must be many practicing Islamists who work in these hotels who can be recruited.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

The Vegas thang screams psy-op. Nothing makes sense. Probably another gun control attempt thingy that seems to be backfiring.

The story didn't effect me, either. When you know there really is no death, but just transition; why should it effect you? It's like, see ya when I get there; and why couldn't you have taken me with you, dammit!

Anonymous said...

it sounds like what you’re describing is sleep paralysis, if i were to label the problems sleeping you describe, Mr. Visible. I used to have episodes of it in years past, but have been undisturbed by it for a good time now, thankfully, although the chance remains that i may suffer it again in the future. i certainly hope not. It’s very disorienting and confounding to fight into full awareness from it’s pressure on one’s prostrate body.

these “shootings” are always, in my view, politically staged and since there’s been no extensive investigation into this one yet and the gun(s) are still warm, so to speak, there’s no context to the story to arrive at any kind of conclusion so far, though there’s always the same worn-out reasons to attach a socio-political motivation to build a context within the wider picture, for sure.

what bothers me more than sleep paralysis is the synchronic occurrences of my life blacked out by these events, giving me pause when i consider them. it’s like some butch sneaking up and knocking over my sand castles then the waves come and
wash away the piles.

thrice now. let me explain...

Anonymous said...

maybe it’s stupid or irrational to allege any correspondence to any of this, but it is strange to me that these things have any parallel meaning if any. if not, at least it describes the relationship of timelines. if so, then we should all be paying more attention, or me, anyway.

when the mexico e.q. happened, i had just sat down in my favourite mexican restaurant’s cantina to have something to eat and a margarita (this place has great margaritas). i was there during a lull in the day and there were only a very few other diners in the place. i looked up at the wide-screen and a soccer game was on. well, that wasn’t anything new. Five minutes later, the mexican news broadcast broke in showing footage of the e.q. and the ensuing wreckage. five minutes after that, several more customers came in and sat down at the bar, subsequently talking about and making comments about the disaster. I didn’t think about the timing of my stop at the cantina until later. This, on the heels of Harvey and Irma, whence my good friend from AZ booked accommodations for later in the season down in the keys right in the area where another good friend of mine from Ft. Lauderdale has a weekend house. Before Irma, i thought it would be a great way to visit both of them in one location and close the distance gap. Then Irma. Well, this trip might be more of a clean-up-help- effort, and wouldn’t dissuade me from going, in any case, if i decided to. After speaking with both of them, things are okay, on both fronts, thank the ineffable. Yet, here then, the chronometrical oddness is unsettling.

well, now L.V. i sent a package to my uncle who lives in L.V. a week ago. i went through some difficulty in preparing and packing the item in question, which was a model of an old double wing prop plane (like the one Snoopy the Red Baron flew).
(grin) which he built completely from scratch and very fragile with many tiny details.
It was in my possession as a gift from him to my dad (who has passed away recently) years and years ago. Thus, i thought it fitting to return it to him along with a note and some old fotos of planes from air shows he had taken which would have inspired the model.

continues from thrice...

Anonymous said...

...from thrice

i had no appropriate box or material to properly pack and ship it, so i took it to kinko’s (fedex) to do it, and it’s a long story to go into, since this post is quite long enough, i’ll attempt to condense it. I was waiting at the counter in a line that continued to lengthen for help from a lone worker talking on the phone, who i had more questions to ask, as i watched people continue to file in thru the door. near ten minutes passed and the kinkos employee came back over to me to handle the plane and i put my hand out to stop her from picking it up as i had more to ask before she did so and let’s just say i was put on the spot by a couple of accusing phony self-righteous SJW types, with the one standing aside me, who, just moments prior was bantering with me in a friendly way about Las Vegas, while thumbfkng her smartphone, suddenly spat out accusations of wrong attitude while i was in the middle of conducting business with the kinkos gal, to which i expressed she might want to mind her own business. I had no issue with the gal behind the counter or anyone else for that matter, but i guess putting my hand out triggered a reaction in this “chick” and then some dude behind me joined in, as if he could see thru me to the counter and knew exactly what was what. So now i got one on my side and one behind me. Neither of them had any real idea what was going on but felt it was their duty to point it (whatever it was) out. Maybe she just didn’t like my face, or the way i was dressed or the way i talk, idk. My second request that they stay out of my business had them both going now, and i just looked at the kinkos worker and said “this isn’t working” while reaching for my keys; basically i had to leave the place before i said or did something i would regret. It was incongruous to the situation and there were so many things i wish i could have said at the time to put them back in their places, but i chose to leave without causing a bigger scene in front of all those waiting people than already had arose and leave it behind. Maybe these two were there to flush out time hogs with bad attitudes like me. (grin) In any case, this did not dissuade me from shipping the package later that evening from a different location.

i’ve just now been informed that the package did arrive to the intended location. Mission accomplished.

in L.V., mission accomplished? with these fucked up fuckalls, nothing is ever accomplished xcept diversion and division and it’s just funny timing i guess. Doesn’t make me feel any better tho.

long post, sorry ‘bout that.

take care,

jimminychristmas

Craig Nelms said...

Hey Les,
I wanted to thank you for giving me Rixon's email and helping me get "I Love, I Am" published on Truthseeker. Without that it could be me being that latest brainwashed patsy. "They" have been trying to infiltrate a woman into my life for almost a year now, "they" are the FBI. I noticed someone was setting up a base in an old, closed steak house in Walsenburg, CO, near where I live, but it wasn't until I saw one of them outside smoking in his FBI shirt that I knew who they were. Interestingly, they seemed to close down their efforts for about a week before this latest staged shooting but they were back in town on Saturday.
I did take in one of their gals that they were trying to set me up with, she was hitchhiking on I-25 in pj's in a snowstorm. Once I took her in it was tough to get her to go and she was with me for two months. When I finally started talking about getting her to a homeless shelter she went into a rant and stomped off into the night. Immediately cars came from three directions to pick her up. I live in my bug-out location, so to speak, and if there is one car out here it's busy, two cars is a traffic jam. It was clear to me that there had been an extraction team nearby the whole two months; I was in more danger than I had realized.
What are the FBI tasked with these days? It seems they are setting up the false flags and also setting up patsies to be "terrorists". My thought was that they were planning on doing that to me (what else could they want? I've never been convicted of anything), so I wrote "I Love, I Am", which had been in my head and heart for a while, to make myself appear too caring to kill people (which I am).
We're all in this together. Be safe, Les.

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

Las Vegas; the False Flag Waving and the Gonfalon of the Everlasting.

Diane said...

Vis,

Several things come to mind with this essay.

I distinctly remember your seeing a dark entity over the entire city of, I'm pretty sure Los Angeles. Close enough. Probably the same entity. It's so difficult to explain to people that there are influences that aren't human or physical, yet those people say they believe in god (but not spirits). Oy

And sited by you many times "Those whom the gods would destroy they first drive mad." - Nietzsche

Speaking of conspiracy theories: "No, I'm not a Conspiracy Theorist, you're just remarkably uninformed." -Clif High

Yup, nothing to see here.

P.S. Ray - I just found out that my son has the series of "The Last Airbender" on DVD. I remember you mentioning it and intend to watch when I can. Thanks for the recommendation.

Anonymous said...

Fantastic quote from Cliff, Diane.

Oh, cui bono...
https://www.brasscheck.com/video/special-report-mandalay/

Gracias Visible!

Matt

Ray B. said...

Matt: "...maybe instead I better just pester the ineffable until I hear, 'Don't make me come down there.'"
That made me laugh. Thanks. (A secret: That is my strategy, too...)
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Anonymous Oct 03, 2017 6:04:00 PM: "It sounds like what you’re describing is sleep paralysis... It’s very disorienting and confounding to fight into full awareness from it’s pressure on one’s prostrate body."
I think it's important to discriminate between physician-described "sleep paralysis" and the effects of awakening while being-out-of-body or not-quite-back-in, if shocked into suddenly 'returning'. Of course, this requires the belief or knowingness of astral travel. If one does not have that (conscious) experience, it is easy to move-into the medical model. Just know that dismissing astral phenomena uniformly as 'sleep paralysis' is a trap set by those who would have us be meat-puppets...
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Craig Nelms: Dang! You need the bumper sticker that reads, "Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean they aren't out to get you." (grin)
To lighten-up the day: Paranoid Bumperstickers and The Ultimate Bumper Stickers List. (fun)
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And thank you, too, Diane! Many 'hmms' in that series...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

Tweedledum and Tweedledee have Become Incontinent and can No Longer Hear or See.

Anonymous said...

to Ray–

to use the term “sleep paralysis” was not a dismissal of the astral or etheric implications of it, it was simply an indication of a commonly misunderstood
and mostly unknown phenomena. I certainly do think there can be some spiritual component.

glad you’re back.

jimminychristmas

Anonymous said...

Ray, I stole that quote from a Visible blog. A keeper among hundreds.

Reading list people???

Matt