Friday, January 11, 2019

Fake News, False Lives and the Ever Fading Duplicities of Make Believe Fortune or The Everlasting Indwelling Love.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

You have, of course, heard about Fake News. All of the critical news, which has to do with political information, religions, social and cultural issues, certainly this applies to metaphysics and all speculations that deal with, 'what lies beyond' or the unseen within. Fake News is that which is generated intentionally to deceive, in order that those with particular material ambitions for obscene wealth and power, can perpetuate in their criminal behavior. There is also another form of fanciful truth and those are generated by scientists and academics and have to do with theories generated by 'informed and educated' observations, based on presumptions about how things are and how things work in the natural world; long since rendered unnatural.

Those promoting and disseminating Fake and False news at a wider reach, are nearly exclusively members of a small demographic of life forms and their deluded sycophants, who also control and regulate world finances, the various theaters (is that some kind of double entendre?) of entertainment; of course that would include mass media, which might be called entertainment, if it were entertaining and there is also the control of the type of messages, generated in the arts, where actual muses might be involved. The only messages permitted these days are either petroleum based, cotton candy derivatives, or vile commentary on the feminine aspect, with an unhealthy dose of violence and general depravity. This is ALL intentional. Basically the ineffable wants to see if you have what it takes to rise out of the murk and soar, like you have never done before. This is why the darkness is permitted to proliferate; or you could demonstrate whether you have what it takes to be cannon fodder for Today's Army.

No doubt you are 'somewhat aware' of fake foods but not with the detail you might wish for if you cared more about how you will wind up, once your youth is spent. In this industry there is also far more petroleum as an ingredient than you might have thought (Wow!!!). Petroleum has as many uses as the coconut and Bamboo.

What we can surmise, with little research required, is that the nature of both life and Nature, have been twisted into states beyond recognition, have become criminally diluted and transformed as they are to cater to the whims and demands of the senses; “if it feels good, do it.” or... “go with the flow”- (Boom! Right into the abyss.)

There is a reason why information about cultures and civilizations from the long ago; Atlantis, Lemuria and the grocery list and speculations from the Urantia Book and Scientology... not to mention, the Gurdjieff magnum opus; “Beelzebub's Tales to his Grandson” or Blavatsky's “Secret Doctrine”. Our relationship to speculative and forgotten history is not unlike the premise of the book, “A Canticle for Leibowitz”. I'm not suggesting one read any of these books. In at least one case I would recommend against it but... there's no accounting for taste.

Historical revisionism is a dark and dangerous thing. Many of the uninformed (and they significantly outnumber us; the slightly informed) might think it's no big deal... unless they wind up in a Khmer Rouge reeducation camp (usually they just shot you, which, considering the alternative, was probably a blessing... like the choice between a trip to the gulags or a bullet in the back of the head), or have the misfortune of being born in Germany, after the biggest lie of all time was being cemented into a kind of metaphorical Berlin Wall... but which was no less substantial for that. Life is often enough like the search for Anne Frank's ballpoint pen.

The internet feels like it has been around since the day before forever sometimes. Most people don't use it for its greatest asset; being able to research anything, depending on your skills at that. Did you ever imagine that there were so many versions of The Bible? It can be disturbing when you find that a scriptural phrase has been so changed over recent decades that there is now no longer any reference (in any of those bibles) to it in its original form, which I KNOW I once read with my own lying eyes.

Let's move on to the point we were hoping to make and for which the preceding was merely a preface. In legitimate spiritual texts there are three states of awareness in which the meaning of whatever is being said can be interpreted. First there is the pedestrian understanding and that can also be defined as what is generally understood in the common parlance. Then there is the deeper understanding, where a chord of resonance is struck and one is able to trace the thought being expressed to the mind of the thinker who manifested the thought. Then there is the revelatory experience of the words that transforms the mind of the reader and where the truth of the words are imprinted upon the mind of the reader, so as to become a living part of the one experiencing the revelation. Visions may attend this last experience. Time and space can be also set aside. There are a number of phenomena that can occur.

There is a problem that attends everyone who reads scripture, within which eternal truth has been written and that is 'accommodation', where the meaning and awareness of anything is lost. A good example would be having a window open in an urban setting. Imagine that the street is being torn up in order for improvements to be made on the surface, or perhaps some aspect of a utility that is beneath the surface that is to be worked on. Let us say that a jackhammer is in use. After a period of time, one no longer hears it. Or we might use car horns as an example. These can also fade from ones awareness.

There are many things we become used to so that they no longer have the impact on us that was there in our first experience of it. This can include the environment we live in and familiar landmarks we no longer see that are a part of it. This can include people with whom we interact every day. We no longer might notice their characteristics. They are just there and we are no longer curious about them.

We look at something. We hear what is being said, or it is something we have read a hundred times, we gloss right over it and never capture the thought behind the words and the thinker behind the thought but the tracks are there to follow, outwardly and inwardly at the same time.

Civilization is humanities reaction to pain and discomfort... houses for shelter, heat for comfort, soft chairs... an icebox. One of the main byproducts of the search for comfort is convenience... what is the most important vehicle that you possess? Your body, perhaps. Your mind? It is kept in shape by exercise and a proper utilization... We don't want to make any effort because that is not comfy, so we eventually wind up with a lot of perpetually ill, mentally and physically lazy shmoos who are constantly in pain. So it comes full circle... civilization, as it continues, in pursuit of comfort and freedom from pain, due to our indulgent and indifferent lifestyle results in pain and we have come full circle, more unhappy than we were in the beginning.

We become addicted to chemicals taken to relieve pain but the pain we are really trying to relieve is not always physical pain. My personal observations are that an alarming amount of people drink alcohol every day and especially at night. The reason that most people drink or drug themselves into states of alienation are a sought after forgetfulness, or because life is losing its meaning, because of unbearable loss, because of loneliness, because of fear and because of pain and depression and there are many reasons and justifications. Materialism invariably creates an emptiness that cannot be filled by a surfeit of objects and distractions. Because people no longer have a viable sense of who they are, they hope that altering their consciousness will free them up to express themselves and regret afterwards that it happened, as often as not.

People are losing touch with themselves and with each other. They are being made uncaring. Everything seems pointless and it might well be.

On the other hand, some of us are free of these unfortunate states because we have found something that solves every problem and provides us with an enduring promise of discovery and an awareness of possibilities of existence which cannot be spoken of here because they are beyond the reach of description.

There is something deep and profound and wonderful within each of us, though few have discovered it because a certain sacrifice is required. It is no sacrifice actually. It only seems that way to some people. It involves taking all of our worries and concerns and tossing them off into some real or metaphorical ocean and never looking back again. We throw all of our regrets and disappointments and every sense of loss there too. There is within us the very living spirit of liberation and freedom that is like eternity before us beckoning us into worlds of light where no darkness can penetrate. I know this to be true but it is something each person must discover for themselves, should they be motivated to do so. All it takes is to rid yourself of everything that will most certainly turn into disappointment anyway and rest your life and all your hopes and dreams upon the certitude of the conscious and aware, everlasting, who is the source of every truly desirable thing and condition and whose deepest and most prevailing urge is to make sure that all of it finds its way to you.

End Transmission.......

Next time we will seek to articulate a more comprehensive view of that which cannot be seen, except indirectly through the results of ones constancy of contact with that which cannot be described.

♫ Hare Christos ♫


Anonymous said...

Hurriedly scanning something about Fake News, the bible and obesity.

Then I found the Tune - Hare Christos -


Dog Bless Les

Franz said...

You're correct, Les, but the opioid link is a lie. Starts with point one:

"1. In 2016, health care providers across the US wrote more than 214 million prescriptions for opioid pain medication—a rate of 66.5 prescriptions per 100 people."

Here's why: The DEA, CDC, (etc.) first made EACH pain patient get a NEW prescription EVERY MONTH for the minimum amount of painkillers for people in real pain. This created an insane number of "prescription writing" for each dozen or so pain patients. In some states they now make them get a new prescription every SEVEN DAYS.

There is no "opioid epidemic". Planeloads of Afghan heroin are being flown into the country every day. The narco-dictatorship known as the USA needs hard cash from somewhere since they no longer make anything. So they mugged the legal pain patients and ran it for all it's worth.

Because I've known veterans of car accidents, industrial accidents, and so forth, I know the shit they are being put through. I wish regular people would stop helping the CIA drug pushers.

But some is starting. A migraine sufferer in Nevada, legally on morphine for 16 years, published an abstract: For a smaller amount of medication he now has to go through urinalysis, counselling and random DEA checks and this is a pillar of his community.

The USA is a basket case: Free ride for illegal heroin pushers, harassment for the innocent. Something's gotta give. Soon.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...


Ray B. said...

Vis, a nice column. Thanks!

On books: One side-benefit of 'opening up' has been an awareness that books are tunnels to their authors. I mean that literally. When an author puts their soul (so to speak) into writing a book, it creates a 'portal' of sorts. If you are sensitive and aware enough, you have a direct bridge to them. When I am in a bookstore, I actually use this 'faculty' to pick-out books. Pick out one, lightly 'cruise' in the aethers to experience the author, and get an indication of whether there is enough simpatico to be worth the reading effort. I believe a lot of people use this faculty unconsciously in decision-making. It is worth making conscious...

On being made uncaring: I use dark, cloudy days as a measure of how 'loaded-up' I have become, and therefore uncaring. If I am up-to-speed with having felt-through the accumulation of pain that we experience daily 'down here', there is no emotional content to that dark, cloudy day. It may even be pretty. However, if I have neglected feeling-through all the 'stuff' and let it accumulate, then I feel sad or oppressed by the same dark, cloudy day. Now that I know my personal reactions, I use this as a measure of how much unfelt-stuff I am carrying. Then if necessary (*sigh*), off to feel-through and catch-up to the present... (The sea/seashore is also a good 'blank canvas' for the same measurement of inward load.)

On sacrifice: I have actually found that this is a "follow your bliss" situation. Each person came 'down here' to complete certain tasks and gain experience. That completion is actually our "bliss" at the deepest level, even if it is dangerous, uncomfortable, etc. Sooner or later, we complete those assigned tasks. Then, there is a 'draw' back to higher realms. (Those reading Vis' blogs are likely at/near this point; otherwise you would not be drawn here.) The 'sacrifices' needed at this time are simply "following your bliss" once again. Old attachments just fall away (naturally; unforced) with the call to return. Outsiders may see this as sacrifice; inwardly, it is just a beautiful pull...*

Best Wishes,
Ray B.
* For the record, this is NOT a pull towards some form of death/dying because of accumulated pain. That is avoidance. It is more like having completed third grade and looking-forward to the 'possibilities' provided by entering fourth grade...

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now.

Froggie went a Courting and He did go, to The Land of Snakes for The Magic Show.

Anonymous said...

Hey Vis

Soooo I'm wondering. Where is this place you are going and what will you do when you get there? The irony of the entire situation is God got bored with himself, yet somehow you feel there's a place where the divine is not bored and only special people go.

The place you so wish to leave was created by the one you wish to goto. Ironic.

This place is a very entertaining place for the one who created it. With the right and the wrong a very necessary part of the landscape.

When I was young I feared not existing. As I age immortality seems like a nightmare.

What's you view?

Visible said...

It is not possible for me to answer what you ask because it is ALL determined by perspective. Another thing is that I am not in a place I so wish to leave. I simply recognize it for what it is and it will never meet my criteria for happiness because my idea of happiness is not answered by what is available here; at the same time, I can be HERE while being somewhere else and I often am. Where I am is where I am so that's how it is and I adjust to what cannot be avoided and I generally make lemonade. I don't think you understand me very well. This is no knock on you. We haven't met in person and I think you might find that I am different than what you expect. I don't write what I write as a 100% read on my perspective. I often write from intuitive pressure which tells me what I say is relevant to a particular sector of being. I don't know how clear that is but trying to make it more clear might muddy it further. I AM going somewhere but you can't get there unless you are already there- after a fashion and I am confident of that becoming fixed and stationary because it is already in and out as moments pass.

As for immortality, it sounds like you are talking about it based on here, it doesn't occur here and the setting and circumstances are very different. I think you would like immortality because it doesn't stay fixed. The person experiencing it is always evolving.



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