Sunday, October 27, 2019

Mr Apocalypse is The Caller as the alt-sex Dancers, Allemande Left off the Cliff's of Darwin

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Modern Society, in the grip of Materialism, is an offense that is visited upon Nature, through the vehicle of what is called civilization and the outcome is that Nature is distorted into an artificial construct that makes men effeminate... Balance goes missing and the result is an ever increasing perversity of sexual expression. The rot of corruption appears and the moral compass goes awry. Then comes the sexualization of children and a War on Innocence.


Civilization is humanities reaction to pain.


The political arena becomes the playing field for rich men, who have surrendered their souls for gain and who subsequently have no presence of conscience. Laws are passed for ever greater degrees of permissiveness. There's money to be made in that. It's drinks all around, at the high table, for lawyers. The Fallen Angels dance in celebration for the depravity of humanity. Evil is performed for the sheer joy of it.

Those whose job it is to fabricate history and misrepresent the present, arrange for what never happened to be a common memory and justification for all that follows. The journeyman psychologists and diseased psychiatrists, rewrite The Book of Normal. They proceed with Byzantine minutiae, in a dance of intricate convolutions, which make right and proper every excess and indulgence, while casting a baleful eye and official censure upon every aspiration for a better world.

The sane and righteous among us are shouted down, accused of every heresy their critics can invent. Men and women shove one another aside, in a frantic rush to proclaim their fealty to the Gods of this world. Any other devotions, or thinking to the contrary, are determined to be anathema to the public good which... has nothing to do with the public good but everything to do with the climate of manufactured perspectives.

This morning I find that the administration is celebrating the alleged demise of a highly ranked, media bad guy, with commentary on him being a whinging coward. This was EXACTLY the same treatment I saw for fall guy Bin Laden and that great hero of Africa, Muammar Gaddafi. What wasn't mentioned was that ISIS was created by American and Israeli intelligence services, so it looks like we did (or didn't) bump off one of our own employees.

Every time I, foolishly, let myself be drawn into admiration for President Trump, something like this happens; a shameless publicity stunt. I am a huge fan of his accomplishments and a strong adherent, due to the horrific potential of his rivals for office ...but... I have to fall back on the unshakable certainty that it is The Divine Persona who is in charge of EVERYTHING that does and does not happen. I am then obliged to pray that he guide this president in all he says and does, for the good of this country. It's going well for the latter, not so swimmingly for the former.

If you are one of the remaining sane, in these times of general, pervasive madness, you are transphobic by default. If you are a consciously participating, upright member of the human race, you have to be default transphobic and all manner of other phobic. If you are FOR SOMETHING, you must also be FOR WHATEVER RESULTS BY ITS PRESENCE. If the Gay Agenda results in sybaritic grope-fests, in the moshpits of The Swamps of Entropy, in some Meth-infused bathhouse, where hundreds upon thousands, writhe in a sightless Hell of flaming darkness, is this some kind of PG-13?

If they march in celebrations of their behavior, waving their pierced genitalia in the faces of children, is this truly an example of the high road of social evolution?

Now we are provided with offenses against childhood and every tricycle it rode in on, via Drag Queen Story Hour, as porcine Halloween, cartoon characters, from the dark side of H.P. Lovecraft's nightmares, grope 6 to 8 year old children, rolling on the floor with them and Transpreading in fairy tale princess outfits, as their junk extrudes through pantyhose then... well, there you go, don't you? AND... if you say anything. IF YOU SAY ANYTHING, you're an evil NAZI, who must be shunned and possibly (as soon as it is legal) liquidated by all right thinking people who do want this in their backyard. WELL... COUNT ME AS ONE WHO SAID SOMETHING. PUT MY NAME UP ON THAT WALL OF SHAME, WHEREVER IT MAY BE. I WILL PAY THE STONE MASON TO INSCRIBE IT THEREUPON.

No one... much cared, once alt-sex dancers got the right to doe see doe in the privacy of their own abodes; live and let live but... it didn't stop there and so far it hasn't stopped here and it isn't going to stop until every straight (preferably white) male, willing or unwilling, is stripped naked and strapped over a barrel, for the passing pleasure of all and sundry. The operative phrase will be; “if they're old enough to stand, they're old enough to be strapped to the barrel.” It will be a modification of that old saw, “old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher.” which was one of those Red Neck Anthems from days of yore.

I remember being in Big Sur a good long time ago and I went into a bar. I remember standing at the urinal. While I did my business, I read the graffiti and came upon one I will NEVER FORGET, “Hippies are living proof that Niggers and Jews Fuck Dogs.” I was a Hippie, thankfully I did not have a dog. I'd already heard about the right wing types in that neck of the woods. Those words of depraved wit, from some hardscrabble philosopher, were all I needed to see to confirm it. What was more telling, was that the phrase had been left up and... from what I could see, had been there awhile.

Eventually, most of these alt-sex dancers, are going to Allemande Left off the Cliff's of Darwin but... for the moment, they and their Satanic handlers in the shadows, are fair capable of making your life Hell on Earth, which is the intended objective after all. I've often thought that one becomes a slave, when they cease to be their own master. Presently, humanity is well on its way to being enslaved. It's being enslaved by appetite and corporation stimulated, base desire. It's being enslaved through fear and its own cowardice to confront the encroachment of behaviors, fabricated to ensnare their children and turn their children against them. “Citoyen J'accuse”, was the calling card of the Jacobin's in Revolutionary France. It was another variant on “Burn the Witch!” and “Stone the Heretic!”

Remember the last scene in the Donald Sutherland version of Invasion of the Bodysnatchers? He turns and points with an open mouthed silent cry, identifying one of those who has not yet fallen asleep. Don't fall asleep, even if you do have to get out of Dodge.


Yes, count me in as one who is not going to be intimidated by feckless poltroons, whose only confidence is to be found as a Masked Pillsbury Dough Boy in a ravening mob.


I've been watching videos of late. Possibly I need to cut back. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND how these people became convinced of such absurdities. They are openly admitting to a desire to hurt anyone who fits into the wrong demographic of being alive. I haven't seen a white supremacist in I don't know when. I know the argument being used. It's called, 'playing the victim card' and that has been honed to perfection by a certain group who use it in every circumstance, who manufacture events where they can flaunt their victimization. In recent times, in France, when events of this nature were investigated, the facts showed that the events were fabricated by members of this very group, almost without exception.

There is a reason why certain people might want to gain control of a nation's money supply. There are reasons why one would wish to control the media, SO THAT THEY CAN CONTROL THE NARRATIVE, to control the entertainment industries so that THEY CAN SHAPE HUMAN VALUES AND BEHAVIORS. It is PATENTLY OBSERVABLE! This is ALL EASILY PROVEN WITH OVERWHELMING EVIDENCE. I did not invent this. I discovered it. I went where the truth led me. I am not happy to have found what I have found. How much simpler and easier it would be for me if I had discovered something else. Well... that ship has sailed. It is what it is and as Mr. Apocalypse perambulates with purpose through this world, more and more people are awakening to this truth, so there is a concerted and impassioned effort to steer the public's attention into ANY OTHER DIRECTION.

If we had to rely on our own power, on our own efforts, the battle would have been lost long ago but, in fact, the battle was won long ago, when The Master walked this Earth and demonstrated the Power of Love over everything, including Death itself. Now we come upon the time of The Harvesting of Souls. We are in the time of the new arriving age. The Throne of God is to be revealed to those with eyes to see. Shall some measure of us be caught up to meet him in the air? Will he simply, with his Angel Armies, vanquish all evil and drive it to its nether home? I do not know what shape it will take and there are VERY FEW who do. What I do know is that whatever shape it may take, it will occur. The Bat Shit Crazy that we are witness to in these times is ALL FOR THE PURPOSE OF DEMONSTRATION. We live in that time of the coming of The Lord and he will, assuredly, “trample out the vintage where the Grapes of Wrath are stored.”


End Transmission.......


Today's Song is-


(you're proof that God loves me!)




As you tiptoe through the Hallmark Gardens of fuzzy pets and little cherubs with Valentine hearts, occasionally you will encounter substantive commentary and news at Pocketnet. It's reason enough to join.

A handful of people have been kind enough to stop by Pocketnet and vote for and comment for me. Most of them are the same people who were already doing it. Sigh... it is the way of the world that you'll never get the 90% to come with you, EVEN WHEN IT IS ON THEIR OWN BEHALF. It is some mysterious rule of the cosmos but THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU TO ALL WHO DID VENTURE THERE. IT IS NOT UNAPPRECIATED.


les visible at pocketnet

16 comments:

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

We are misprogrammed to be unpragmatic doofuses. From what I read of history, it's always been like that. Hail the nonconformist who sees through all the garbage and obviously has more than half a braincell to do some critical thinking with.

Glad I'm RPGed. (Reverse Programme Generated. Weird. I took a class in RPG which I barely passed, and I remember it being 'Reverse Programme Generator'. Now it's 'Report Programme Generator'? Mandela Effect? Did I switch multiverses? Did I fry a personal memory circuit? What goes? My nose poo also remembers 'Reverse Programme Generator'. 'It' used to use the phrase 'Reverse Polish Garbage' to describe various unpleasantries.)

We all have the choice of not playing these stupid mortal flotsam games, and feeding the system as little as possible. It's what I do.

Ray B. said...

Vis, a somewhat horrific column. Semi-thanks... (Not you; the subject matter.)

I often reflect on the phrase: "Who would ruin a species?" This is a 'by their works, you shall know them' type of searching-out. And since all-God is at the top, so to speak, he/she/it is ultimately responsible - through action or inaction, ignorance or intent...

There was a good quote in the Babylon 5 SF series: "The molecules of your body are the same molecules that make this station and the nebula outside, that burn inside the stars themselves. We are star-stuff. We are the Universe, made manifest, trying to figure itself out. And, as we have both learned, sometimes the Universe needs a change of perspective." (Delenn, in "A Distant Star" episode.)

The finite will never 'figure out' the infinite. The best we can do is to follow our intuition and try to do our Best and Highest. My path seems to be to try to mix-it-up; to stir-the-pot of awareness. Many higher beings seem to have no idea (except intellectual, if that) of what it is like down-here. When given the full sense of the consequences of what they are (blissfully) doing, they often change their tune. And so, their manifestation changes, down-here.

Hmmm. Does that make me (with Higher Self & Others) a kind of reverse Mr. Apocalypse? (half-grin)

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Visible said...

I think we are all potential Mr. Apocalypse's due to the pervasive aura of his presence. It's like a wide band radio station. Like the 50,000 watt AM channels that you could find out of Fort Worth or somewhere in Kansas at 2:00AM with a Christian broadcasting program and you could turn the dial a bit and it would still be there. When we open our minds to that plane of awareness I think it's easier to locate than the bunched together traffic and getting easier by the minute. Soon... it's going to appear in every mind (just my take) whether you want it or not, whether you like it or not.

LTPTB; I wanted to thank you for those times when I forget (as I have done a few times of late) to link the newest post in the previous post and you have done it. That's beyond the call. God Bless you!

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

No problem, for I want you to get your messages out to as many as possible; and awaken as many as possible (Via my blog, and a couple of political forums.), despite the fact I'm a misanthrope with the collective who makes exceptions for the individual. Regardless of my 'tude, I'm preprogrammed to be on the right side of history. Both me and Snorfles (My nose) thank you for the blessing.
l
And Ray B! Where would we be without ya?!

Ray B. said...

LtPtB, thank you and back at you. I suspect you do your own version of mixing-it-up and stirring-the-pot of awareness. Maybe we will meet in the aethers, some day. And also thanks for the heads-up on new Vis columns. Saved me a few times...

(And funny, I learned RPG as 'rocket propelled grenade'. As a kid living on an army base, I discovered and brought a few expended ones back to the house, one day. Just ancient 'dummy' practice rounds, which even I knew to be safe. One visit by a bomb-disposal team and one parental lecture later, RPG was etched into my brain. *grin*)

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Anonymous said...

Another great column. Thanks
As for the raid ..I agree with what you said regarding the previous other two but maybe just maybe even if this guy was employed by the powers that be , could be Trump got rid of another swamp creature. Notice the opposing party is not jumping for joy over this. I don’t know I am just saying. Again I don’t know , but I am hoping that is the case . I believe God has got this from start to finish and now because of that I am less concerned about details. I have gained a certain peace about all of this and in good part because of reading what you write.
Meantime I am going to stick with the I don’t know thingie regarding that takedown.
Cheers
Reggie

Anonymous said...

Ray B. and Buttons,

Love you guys. You make this house a home.

Mandocello

Anonymous said...

Mas and Mas Visible Dog-Poet
The inscription above the urinal did not include any concept of poetry, did it ?

Sign me up!
Setting aside the funds for the Headstone, although it is already a little late since people close to me have been informed where to spread the ashes, about three failed assassination attempts ago.... but just in case, the sign has to be in Lower Case, and if in all caps, with a hyphen between the words... must read something like ' here lay the bones of so-and-so, at the end of his pilgrimage through the Surreal, may his Soul, after the purifying fire of the Love of Ineffable in her passage through Purgatory, remain one step in front of Sirius '.

Mortality, as the crown continues to itch, especially around the midnight hour, is a theme, especially with anniversary of Gran'pas death tomorrow.... grrr..
Cheerful Love , Grizzlybera Hug
unuk

robert said...

Thank you Visible!

Your stellar post inspired the asteroid post below \/

Another new day to awaken, to grow the realization that we are alive to serve someone larger than Life.

Not our little self, the totemic god we made and worship in futility...

The One omnipresent Being in which we live, the One whose Mind creates the order and persistent patterns we call scientific law and order of the natural world.

The only One with which we may be FULLY INTIMATE anytime, anywhere, when we expand our consciousness enough to allow it, and commit to a never ending learning experience to live.

What is most ironic about the common worship of the limited self, the ego, is the ongoing tendency to give up the worship of the little self, to join in an even more limited mindset, that of the mob, the group, the totalitarian top-down, mass mind, where the only freedom is to conform and betray your sisters for the temporary benefit which the collective can grant to underlings!

Those who have clawed their way to the control levers of the Beast, the power centers of the collective madness, of course they may indulge their little self in the most heinous and cruel selfish excesses.

The ordinary slaves may only dream on in industrial made fantasy, fed with deadly foods that fill the emptiness for a few hours.

The irony of insisting on doing things “our way” then falling into the snares of the deceivers and surrendering even that illusion of free will in exchange for the will-less lower mindset of the herd!

The only way out is within.

The only One who cares is the owner of the avatar body we think we are master of, but of which we are but the local controllers.

The only relationship which can last over time is the one between our temporary bubble of little self and the true Self, the One, the Unity, the Center, the Mind of the One Creative Being in which we live!

The entire Universal play is the Conception of One Mind without limitation, for a Purpose which seems a Mystery to us but which can be partially understood through the experience of human parenting.

Do not human parents who love their children desire most of all to see their children grow into an understanding of life, to learn the power of the creative mind and will, which allows them to create happiness and share their love freely with others?

The choice is a sharp cutting edge, getting sharper every day now:

It is live in harmony with the One or experience nothing but a frustrated mess...

It is dance with the One who brought you to the dance or dance with the little devil lodged in its selfish dream of living.

It is awaken, grow in consciousness continually or create more deadly nightmares in an endless night.

We are here now to choose wisely, as the chaff is now showing itself to be a waste of life and the wheat must choose to be the wheat.

There is the psyop division, a deliberate inversion of reality, of mass confusion being whipped up by the media Matrix, world-wide, BUT that is merely front running the growing natural divide between the terminally selfish and the eternally unlimited, now playing out in human affairs.

Live for little self and die or Live for the One self, for the good of all, for a life unlimited!

Join in voluntary cooperation with your brothers and sisters who love Life more than their limited lives, serving a vision of greater Love.
OR
Involuntarily be mashed into a totalitarian hair ball of useful slaves, permitted to keep their safe spaces in exchange for giving their wills to human masters…

Which will we choose while we still have a choice?

Anonymous said...

vous desirez renseignements....you evil nazi...?

dites fromages.

how many bag daddies are there...?

curiously while reading in an 1836 edition of the Cyclopedia of England
there was a bagdaddie listed as a "Jewish" bagdaddie...curious, eh ?

https://www.studylight.org/encyclopedias/tje/e/edox-idumea.html

whole lotta shakin' goin on, that and the lyin' pen of de scribe

be like brer fox...

https://www.darkmoon.me/2019/paul-craig-roberts-millions-could-die-in-nuclear-war/

saw a funny sign on the door of a place to eat faux-food,
it said "PLEASE REMOVE YOUR MASK"...made me laugh out loud

funny that, and the trash compactors in the cranial cavities

Sincerely,

Davy

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Re: #7

Thank yew, and Ray;I am a volatile pot stirrer not only in trying to wake people up via my blog and forums, but other ways as well. In fact, I'm surprised I'm still on the loose and haven't been decked yet, but I suppose that's less likely to happen now. I'm out in public as little as possible, and I'm to old and crotchety to do the crazy things I used to do in my prime. Don't think I'll give ya a list. Don't know about statutes of limitations, and such. ;O)

Sukh said...

Filling in for Buttons:

A New Visible Origami:

Kalifornia is Trembling Like a Fading Mirage in the Wailing Wind of Agitated Djinns

Visible said...

Heh heh... sorry, I forgot and to send it to Truthseeker too. It's Pocketnet that causes this because I forget to backtrack. THANK YOU!!!

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Thank you, Sukh. Been a while since I was here. Killer title, and I'm too zoned to read it now. NIghty-night everyone.

Ray B. said...

Mandocello, thanks and back at you, also. Warmed my heart...

LtPtB, I can imagine you as a female Vis in your 'activities'. (Meant well. *grin*) There will definitely have to be a get-together of this gathering when events have played-out...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Visible said...

A new Les Visible Blog entry is up now-

"A Tale of Redemption, Restraint and the Good that Lives in the Heart of a Few."



A classic Visible post:
THE BIG ONE




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