Thursday, May 17, 2018

Oh What a Wonder it is, When Heaven Begins where Your Feet touch the Earth.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Why do I keep doing this? Same day, different (no, not different) remoulade. ♫to lead a better life, I need my love to be here♫ Wow! They managed to do this and now they are managing to do this. Decade after decade they fought in every dark and down and low dirty way to get themselves named, 'the people of the book.' They are not the people of the book. The Palestinians are. They are the ones with the DNA connection. The Ashke-NAZI interlopers have no connection to the Middle East. Now it's all falling apart.

Jerusalem is an international city, meant to celebrate the faith of all religions, not just the money lender faction. Follow the money people! Cui Bono? Knock, Knock Knuddels? Knuddels? Gnocchi-like food; it is composed of a mousse made out of Holocaust survivors and then wrapped in a viscous and smarmy dough of lies, so you kind of got a ravioli. The sauce is blood, sweat and tears, made from the bodies of the survivors of holocaust lies. “Now that's a tasty burger.!” Unfortunately there is no mousse (April Fool!) so all you get is the dough. Dough? Follow the money! Like it had eyes.

It's okay to object to this diminishment of an event that didn't happen. Kinda no fault, except for the sauce of blood sweat and tears. I guess you get no sauce either so it's just the dough. Yuk!

I want to give a shout out to a tireless worker in the fields of the lord; Mark R. Elsis. He is a man of many parts. Perhaps a Renaissance Man. I get his newsletter in the mail every day and the volume of useful information is off the hook. There aren't many like that out there. If you want what is relevant delivered to your desktop, Mark is THE MAN! I've said and there is no more for me to say. Hundolay!

Finding it harder and harder to find something to say. I've been to this posting about a dozen times in the last couple of days. I get a few words down. I look for something to refer to. Did that... nah... said that too. Same thing happens at the radio broadcasts. Do I keep the format? Blowing a little smoke out of the nostrils, LTPTB? Talking about this, that and the other thing... Hummm. All I want to do is talk about God. Sometimes I do and that feels right but I don't always nail a golden spike where that cat wailed. You see the news, or what passes for the news out there. It's the same from one day to the next. You don't need me for that. I want to feel like I've left you with something more and sometimes I do. It's Petri Dish, where I'm supposed to talk about is the culture and how it looks in the Petri dish like some form of mucus on a glass slide. That's pretty much what it is; up close and personal (grin).

Regardless, I'm going to talk about God because I never get tired of that. God provides me with something new whenever the divine comes to the central point, like the top of the triangle where the lines from the eyes meet in the forehead, that invisible yet present, Ajna chakra. God is a wonder to me. Someone once asked Guru Bawa what they should do when they see a beautiful girl/woman. How should they handle that attraction factor that was so magnetic and powerful and the confusion it brings to the heart, the mind and the soul? He said, “put your hand on your heart and say, “”Oh what a wonder!””” There is no denying the flowering beauty that presents. Are you supposed to say, “that is evil?” It's not evil. It is there and it is what it is. Of course you are looking only at a time capture of a moment, on the way to the grave; a dead girl walking.

I see this all the time in the supermarket, looking through the car window, walking on the street. I see dead people, on their way to some distant train station in a far off city. It repeats and repeats. Mostly, probably all the time, this is what most people do not see. There are little babies sitting in the shopping carts, on their way to the grave. We don't want to see this but that is what it is, on the way to the grave. What is not on the way to the grave is the almighty God. God is surrounded by eternal angels, suffused with light, surrounding an even greater light from which their own light comes. I have sat in meditation on occasion and found myself on a long corridor. Bodies of luminosity were on either side and ahead, far off, was someone indiscernible on a throne. It was too bright to see any details except for the brightness of the light. I knew if was the ineffable. I don't know how long I sat there. It was a very long time.

So often I have said to myself, to the ineffable. “Lord, let me sit just at the verge of the outskirts of your kingdom. Let me sit where I can see the light at the very edge of your light, where I can see the shadows off to the other side, where there is no one, because everyone wants to be closer to the light and I don't like to crowd. I don't want to push to as close as I can get. I dislike crowds and pushing and jockeying for position.”

I never found anything in this life like the ineffable. You know how I like to mention, over and over the greatest commandment? “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.” I used to wonder all the time if I did that. I was never sure. Now I am. In recent days I have seen that there is nothing and no one that I love as much; not even close. That comforts me in a way I cannot express. Never does my head hit the pillow at night when I do not say, first thing, “Oh Lord, I love you so much. Thank you! Thank you!” On and on it goes. In the morning when I wake, it is also what happens. All through the day I will find myself saying, “Lord, I love you. I am so grateful.” It does not cross my mind about the errors I have made along the way. I shrug all of that off. It's the cost on getting on with it. “The dogs bark but the caravan moves on.”

If I have somehow come to this understanding, regardless of the mistakes I have made, then my gratitude cannot be matched by anything. I have forgiven everyone, so that is that, sorted, or sordid, as you may prefer. I have no baggage there. I understand, as the Lord has often reminded me, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” I get it. I really do. Unless we can forgive others for their missteps, we can never forgive ourselves. It does not matter if they forgive us. God forgives us and his is the ONLY opinion that ever will matter. “The moving finger having writ, moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”

I do not know how many days remain to me on this present travel, cross the planes and along the lanes of movement. Sometimes I am so weary as I go and sometimes I am fresh as if I just got here. Whether weary or unaware of the rigors and roughage, the ineffable is there. He is my strength and succor. He is what has made me what I am, constantly replacing me with his own being. Slowly and inexorably, we do not see, but every particle of us is replaced with something greater and something finer. One day we will look and see nothing at all but light within light. What could be better than this?

In the darkness of my prison cells, hitching the highways and seeing written on telephone poll; “been here three days and no ride.” Heh heh... didn't take me that long but I knew if it did, it did. I'm not in that prison cell anymore, but some are. I'm not on that highway but some are. Some are still in that prison cell and on that road, or they think they are. I think about that sometimes. It's the price we pay. I was told once that these things weren't going to happen anymore and they haven't. You just can't give up. It doesn't matter how tired you may get sometimes. You will not always be tired. You have to remember that. Never give up. The lord is our strength. We can and will and do, “walk through the valley of the shadow of death.” It is up to us if we, “fear no evil.”

Lord, let me always feel as I do right now. Let me know with all the certitude that these years have brought me that you are always there. You carry me. You lift me up and I know that Heaven begins where my feet touch the Earth. I know that one does not get to Heaven unless they are already there. This is the true reality of us, Heaven is a state we carry with us and only recognition and memory will serve to keep us on the path.

My friends, it is fantastic for us if we will let it be so. I feel so much better already. I didn't know what to say and then I started talking about the only one, the only thing important to me and here I am, at the end of the post, no longer tired or bereft of what to say. There is only one thing to say, “ I love you Lord with all the love I have to give. I love the Lord my God with all my heart, and with all my soul, and with all my strength, and with all my mind; and my neighbour as myself. Thank you for being with me here today.


End Transmission.......

17 comments:

Gwen said...

“ I love you Lord with all the love I have to give. I love the Lord my God with all my heart, and with all my soul, and with all my strength, and with all my mind; and my neighbour as myself. Thank you for being with me here today.

Hallelujah! Amen. ...Thank you, Mr. Visible

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Always been intrigued by the smoke coming out of the nostrils. . .Dragon Breath. ;O)

Not that I'm a'goin' thar. Don't smoke, and can't internally find the appeal. To each its own. My lungs are destroyed from my Tilex snortin' days, anyhow. (Used to get real reckless cleaning the bathroom.)

Thank the gods for TSA! (Tilex Snorter's Anonymous)

YES, I AM BEIN' SARCASTIC.

Now off to the radio show, whilst I have my one so called 'day off' (What's that? Had to go to three different stores and drag how many bags, and cases of water up two flights of stairs?), before the next day off which is I don't know when?

MY NOSEDOME FOR ANOTHER DISHWASHER AT THE RESTAURANT I WORK AT! I WANNA GO BACK TO PREDOMINANTLY JANITOR! DAY SHIFT ON WEEKDAYS IS KILLING ME!!!!!

Ray B. said...

Vis, I am glad you 'transitioned' over to a Visible Origami. Reciting the downfall of western civilization (under occult guidance) is much too painful...

Vis: "Slowly and inexorably, we do not see, but every particle of us is replaced with something greater and something finer. One day we will look and see nothing at all but light within light."

As I have slowly gained awareness and the ability to 'see', that process is becoming ever more apparent. Higher Self (when not Cleaning baddies) may work on me. Light comes in. Garbage (old pain or damage) is cleared away; whatever is right on a given day. New structures are built. Sometimes it is blissful; sometimes it is ouchy. Over time, I feel different, and so act differently...

Speaking of bliss, Higher Self and I have come up with a new modality for Cleaning. Before, HS basically 'forced' old held-pain through a baddie (although a portion might get ducted-away to all-God). Not pleasant, although it got the job done...

As Ray got cleaner over time, more bliss states became available. Now, when appropriate, HS pushes that bliss state 'out' onto a baddie to be Cleaned. The total contrast between that bliss state and the held-pain causes the being to involuntarily relax and feel-through the yuck stuff without being 'pushed', so to speak. Much cleaner feeling, as well as less traumatic. Cool.

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

(Hang in there, LtPtB. We are all cheering for you...)

Jody Paulson said...

Thank you, Visible, for this post.

Diane said...

“Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” This has been a most helpful bit of knowledge to me. 'They' really don't know the consequences of their actions, else there would be no conflict for the rest of us to learn from.

Buttons - Thank you so much for mentioning Hypatia. She is definitely a puzzle piece that was missing in my mind to make more sense out of the turmoil of the turning of that time period. The one thing that REALLY got my attention was that at that time, there was no differentiation between mathematics and numerology, nor between astronomy and astrology.

With respect

Anonymous said...

Dear Vis,
Your post this time was very comforting and reminded me of certain truths I had forgotten and really needed to remember. I personally love it when you speak about god and you certainly hit a nail every time. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. This post also reminded me of a great quote by a great man, G.I.Gurdjieff. "Two things in life are infinite; the stupidity of man and the mercy of God."
Namaste

robert said...

Dear brother Visible,

It's the price we pay. I was told once that these things weren't going to happen anymore and they haven't. You just can't give up. It doesn't matter how tired you may get sometimes. You will not always be tired. You have to remember that. Never give up. The lord is our strength. We can and will and do, “walk through the valley of the shadow of death.” It is up to us if we, “fear no evil.”

You spoke what we all need to hear at this moment in the middle of the ongoing Armageddon, where our spirits are being sorted by our choices and intentions, into the faster track or the slow track, in the rail yard of the soul.

From the superficial, media Matrix depressed perception, the soul harvest looks to be but a pitiable portion of current humanity!

However, that is the butt plug in our perception talking!

Remove the active deception demons coming from the Matrix (whose build out into the world's technological baby sitter IS the crowning achievement of the plodding plotters from Plutoland) and in a twinkling of an eye, relieved from scanning constant bullshit, the logs from our eyes fall and we begin to see our brothers and sisters clearly again.

IOW, factor in that there is a very high powered industrial strength mind control system, blasting out depressing darkness straight from the ass of this world, which is covering up the ever-growing light of enlightening beings. We have been trained for too long to believe our senses EVEN when jacked in to the PRIMARY SENSORY DISTORTION MACHINE, the media Matrix, so that, even when we KNOW that we are being fed lies automatically/subconsciously we give it credence.

This must stop and we must go on, because we are the meaning of life, the day we stop demeaning our selves and accept our relationship with the eternal Ineffable as our birthright as created beings.

Onespeed, all the way home, brothers and sisters!

Anonymous said...

I was thinking about God last night...couldn't sleep. I thought to be separated from God, 'lost'...what is was like...not like an eternal fire and pitchforks, I can't buy into that. But it really is like 'lost', as in a dark forest at night, wolves howling in the distance, no map, no light, no compass, alone.
Or like in a city of millions of people, no home, no friends, 'lost'.
And even if you have a secure log cabin in that forest, that not even a grizzly bear can get thru your door, w/ a warm gentle fireplace, and a Hawken rifle, .54 caliber hanging above it...or you have a million dollar penthouse in a city....without God you have that loneliness, something's missing, always wanting for sensations, like a hungry ghost.

Yes, everything 'here' is transient, death looms. I've heard it said that Death is a young woman so beautiful that when she appears to you she literally 'takes your breath away'.
I like that image.
Once, when walking down a crazy midnight street on Halloween, hundreds of tripping costumed people, and me too, I said to my friend "You know, everyone here is going to die". I don't why I said it, but boy, it sure pissed people off. I thought there'd be a riot. Odd, huh? All of 'em made up like ghosts and goblins and zombies, and them scared of death.

You did good w/ your post, Les. It almost always seems you speaking personally to me about things I am thinking of as well. And all our friends here, new and old, I'd bet most of them think a lot of the same thoughts. Me, I always say if Heaven has a Trailer Park, or I can put up a tarpaper shack in the woods on the outskirts, that'd do for me. Synchronicity...
love to all,
-beggar, olde beggar

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Re #5:

You're welcome. Of course we are all Eternal, and just because someone got painfully evicted from here; just means they were transferred to the Otherside. I personally can't wait to meet Hypatia, Boadica, Oscar Wild, Aurore Dupin, Victor Hugo, Vergil Maro, Theodora, and a ton of others.

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

The Emma Gonzalezbian Zombies of Armageddon America and the Resonating Hummingbird of Love.

Anonymous said...

Love to push those buttons said
"You're welcome. Of course we are all Eternal, and just because someone got painfully evicted from here; just means they were transferred to the Otherside. I personally can't wait to meet Hypatia, Boadica, Oscar Wild, Aurore Dupin, Victor Hugo, Vergil Maro, Theodora, and a ton of others.
Saturday, May 19, 2018 4:45:00 PM"

That's an interesting assortment of people. When I saw the mention of Hypatia it made me so sad. What happened to her was so barbaric and wrong. Boadica, on the other hand, while justified in seeking revenge on the Romans, just gave back many times over what she and her daughters got. Totally understandable, but they say to this day there is a red layer of blood stained dirt below London, a lasting evidence of Boadica's (and many others) revenge on the Romans.
It's a tough world we live in.
-beggar

Anonymous said...

There is a photo of you at the bottom of this blog. You seem to be making a gesture with your hand , Three middle fingers bent forward and thumb and pinkie held up. Is that deliberate and does it have a meaning or did it just happen that way. I see lots of photos of celebs doing that. Just askin
Theo

Visible said...

I have explained that at least a hundred times and it has been not of much use to anyone because they all want to believe the worst. Write "ramakrishna kundalini awakening pictures" into a search engine and you will see. There is ONLY ONE force and the good or evil is determined by the person involved.

Anonymous said...

'Decade after decade they fought in every dark and down and low dirty way to get themselves named, 'the people of the book.' They are not the people of the book. The Palestinians are. They are the ones with the DNA connection.'

Neither the Ashke-NAZI interlopers or the Palestinians are 'the people of the book'.

The state of Jerusalem is a creation of Man, just as all other states are. The true Jerusalem is Earth. 'The people of the book' are not chosen according to their DNA but according to whether they followed God. The thing that separates God's people from the rest of the people on earth is that they are a 'royal priesthood', because they house the Holy Spirit. These are those who are chosen by God because they lived according to God's law, not Man's.

1 Peter 2:9-10
But you are A CHOSEN RACE, A royal PRIESTHOOD, A HOLY NATION, A PEOPLE FOR God's OWN POSSESSION, so that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light; for you once were NOT A PEOPLE, but now you are THE PEOPLE OF GOD; you had NOT RECEIVED MERCY, but now you have RECEIVED MERCY.

Exodus 19:5-6
'Now then, if you will indeed obey My voice and keep My covenant, then you shall be My own possession among all the peoples, for all the earth is Mine; and you shall be to Me a kingdom of priests and a holy nation.' These are the words that you shall speak to the sons of Israel."

Deuteronomy 7:6
"For you are a holy people to the LORD your God; the LORD your God has chosen you to be a people for His own possession OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLES WHO ARE ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH.

Anonymous said...


'Decade after decade they fought in every dark and down and low dirty way to get themselves named, 'the people of the book.' They are not the people of the book. The Palestinians are. They are the ones with the DNA connection.'

You must be reading a different book to me Mr Visible.

Deuteronomy 7:6
"For you are a holy people to the LORD your God; the LORD your God has chosen you to be a people for His own possession OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLES WHO ARE ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH.

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

The World and Ourselves. That which we Cannot Yet Remember and the Sweetness and Wonder of Mother Kali.

Anonymous said...

'The mind of a worldly man generally moves among three lower centres: those at the navel, at the sexual organ, and at the organ of evacuation. In that state the mind loses all its higher visions - it broods only on 'lusts and wealth'.' ~ Ramakrishna Paramahamsa
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zvYxw_rikQ