To Dance Away from the Lip of the Abyss.sss

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

A dog is the only creature on Earth that loves you more than he loves himself.

You know... there are certain things you can expect from certain lineages. From the Bush Dynasty, you can expect an enduring legacy of deaths and deceptions. From a Marsalis or Wayans Dynasty you are going to get musicians and actors... maybe a few comedians. AND from the Hilton Dynasty, heh heh, well... let's let this newsbite speak for itself. I talk a lot about the rising tide of madness that continues to manifest in socio-political affairs. If you can't see it by now in the world around you, you are most likely an example of it.

Insanity is a form of consciousness that expresses itself according to the pressures of the culture it appears in. There are two major expressions of insanity that can appear in a culture; one (if this makes any sense) is any permutation of personal reaction to Materialism that manifests in subjective fashion. Two; religious hysteria in all the forms we see it in today but... this is a direct extension of Materialism so... there's really just the one cause; Materialism. As any impartial observer can see, Materialism goes through stages. At first you don't see that much full blown madness. You see a lot of variables of neurosis with some amount of compulsion and obsession and a few other forms. Psychosis starts to show up in the second act and psychopathy begins to emerge but it doesn't get pandemic until even further along.

You might think of the ocean as a good metaphor. Collective human consciousness is like an ocean and all of it is connected via the subconscious. When this area of our being is affected by circumstance or deliberate action, the ocean becomes ever more restless and unruly. Think of it perhaps as levels of white water (for you insane kayakers- grin). As it moves from one stage to the next, it sweeps away whole segments of the population that are not equipped to manage Force 3, or Force 4 and most especially 5, 6 and 7; if there even is a Force 7. It is simple math here. Some of us have a not so tight grip on our sense of self; our idea of who we think we are. Once the force becomes greater than the pounds per square inch of ones grip on what they previously thought was real, boom! Away you go.

The greater the force of material culture; the greater the press and presence of Materialism, the less focus is generally placed upon things like self inquiry and a shared knowledge of the more timeless verities. The nature of Materialism is to compromise objective consciousness and render the public subjective. You don't need everyone to be so affected. You might not even need half of the people and they got more than that. All they need is enough of the culture so as to publicize and identify it that way and then that is 'how it looks' everywhere, except to those few who are strong enough; who are in possession of objective awareness due to having engaged in the requisite amount of self inquiry, or carrying that capacity within them from other times.

Materialism IS insanity and like white water, or degrees of wind force, or the size of the waves or any force you can think of that moves from placid to ever greater and greater intensity well... there you are, like it or not. I'm talking about this today because of what I see on the internet and the news as well as through my own eyes as I move through a landscape where I haven't been in over 15 years.

If you wonder why I might not seem as sharp as I usually am; should you be any of those people who would allow that I am, if not always but usually, it is because of the near overpowering effect of suddenly being in another world; no longer in that single room where I was most of the time, no longer in a generally supportive and nurturing environment but in a place that requires me to pay a lot more attention to certain things than I have 'had to' for some while. I don't mean to say this environment is not supportive and nurturing because there are some fine folk here who are making it a pleasure to be around, regardless of other things they are not in a position to do anything about.

I am compelled to spend hours a day sometimes just contemplating all of this. On any number of days I have told myself, “don't go anywhere. Stay where you are.” Oddly enough, I am also being told (hearing it nearly every day); “You don't have to do anything any more. You do not have to seek anyone or anything out. You have only to simply be and if you never leave your house, everything will come to you.” The uncanny part of this is that I can feel this is true. I've had any number of examples of this taking place. I've been able to predict things in a way that I never was before. There are a few conditions that I did not expect to be experiencing. I did not realize how much I relied on my significant other for certain intangibles of being. I like 'alone' because I never am but... I realize now that there are imponderables that don't occur to us until they are no longer present. Bottom line though, when your whole life is about the unseen and only incidentally as it impacts on the seen and your opposite number has no belief or inclination in that area, you wind up without certain essentials of interplay that are critical to the gestalt, or what might have been the gestalt. Still, anytime you come out of any long engagement with anyone and you are still friends, you have accomplished a great deal.

Something I don't mention often enough is that we are on the verge of massive technological breakthroughs in many diverse areas of human endeavor. Some of these will be so revolutionary and impactful that they will change life as we formerly knew it. There is a war under way to suppress, subvert and hijack these things for the benefit of outworn technologies or for the purpose of exclusive utilization by the military industrial complex but... much as with the invention of the telephone, the car and various other inventions, like an idea whose time has come, you find these things are being simultaneously brought into being from several locations. Because of the internet and the tremendous speed of the flow of information in these times, conditions are far different from anything they ever have been as far as this period of recorded history goes. We are in for some big changes folks. You already know about this as far as the unfortunate trending of the culture, as well as the theaters of politics and religion. The nature of the archetypes that have maintained the status quo that we came to know for so long now are transforming into their Aquarian prototypes. All of the institutions and infrastructure that have been with us for so long are in the cosmic shop. They are being reworked and there is no human agency, no matter how powerful, which are going to be able to do anything about that. Sure, they can meddle and manipulate, terrorize and torture but that is just the last gasp of a dying age. However... IF they can sway you with their machinations and subliminal hanky panky, you are in trouble. Don't let that happen.

Another thing that hasn't been mentioned here for a bit and which doesn't get mentioned much at all anywhere else is the potential changes that are going to be brought about by Lady Nature. It is important to keep in mind that just as humanity is assuredly driven insane by an excess of Materialism because the necessary portion of humanity that is required to make that happen, is obliging to that effect so too, the collective force of the human mind has a direct impact on external nature. Insanity is contagious and Nature is a subconscious force. These things should be clear to anyone with even an average mind but... due to the incredible force of Materialism, most people are not in a position to step back and see things as they are. Most people do not register how dysfunctional life has become. It cannot perpetuate in that state for any length of time. Change, massive change becomes inevitable and given the turbulent waters of the collective unconscious, all kinds of things are possible, including long predicted or expected events. I'm not going to mention what those are, hopefully out of mind is out of sight.

Humanity needs a wake up call and it must need be incredibly powerful because... anything short of earthshaking doesn't seem to have much effect. Nothing that has happened so far has done the trick. Events like 9/11 seem to have had not much effect on people in general except to put them under heavy restrictions of movement and expression. However they are doing it, they have human consciousness under control; for the larger part of us. It is going to take something... something to shake that off and wake the flock of birds of a feather; the hypnotized schools of fish- something has to wake them up or ubiquitous bad things are going to be on the menu.

Regardless of what the masses do and regardless of what the elite cabals initiate or generate, the rest of us, that small demographic of souls in partial stages of awakening have our responsibilities to ourselves and to each other. In the end it doesn't matter what the world does. What matters is what you do and... don't do. I'm giving that my best shot. Of course it's not easy because the world as it seems to be wants all of us under harness; puppets of the 15^th Trump. No matter how it may look, we are stronger than any external force directed at us, depending on what we base our strength and resourcefulness on to begin with.


Ends Transmission.......

Fully intending to get a radio broadcast together for this weekend.

Visible sings: ♫ Materialism ♫
'Materialism' will feature on a forthcoming Visible album, sometime in 2015
Lyrics (pops up)

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Dead at the Stupor Bowl from an American Snipersss

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

“If you love me, love my dog” (ancient Hindu adage)

Okay, cats and kitties, Super Sunday is upon us. That is what they call it. Given what I can intuitively glean and also draw from my relatively large understanding of the game and how it moves (in mysterious way) according to arcane math, as well as what for some, can be predictable destiny, it seems fair clear to me that The Patriots will win (grin). It just 'feels' that way. So now I give you this tidbit in which you will find much humor and possibly someone to root for (grin again).

Yes... before you tell me about it, I am well aware of the sham and pretension. I am well aware that this is a corporate field day; a triumph of Materialism over humanity and the day will be filled with gross and painful examples of it. Why then do you watch this kind of crap, Visible? Well... along the road to self realization and whatever part or portion of enlightenment I might be capable of, other things cross my attention screen. Though we may seek to reside completely in the present, we are, to some degree a reflection of our past and while Visible was growing up and even to the present, he has played these games. He played them from dawn to dusk on military recreation fields and after that in any number of sandlot like environments; once traveling around Virginia with his friends in a sort of reverse of “Bingo Long and the Traveling All Stars”, where we played black teams who were quite good and whose families brought fried chicken and beer to the games ( for 50 cents each) and it was... a whole lot of fun. So... it is kind of in my blood. I actually enjoy the spirit of competition as long as good sportsmanship is involved.

However... I bring up the Super Bowl today to point out its negative aspects as much as anything. The picture of Robert Kraft and Paul Allan's faces bespeak to m,e a legacy of soul deep corruptions and, given that, when they have their funerals in coming times, there will be many, many long black limousines, filled with the wealthy and important (among themselves) and they will, one after another, stand over the coffin, on some stage and talk about what wonderful men these two were. Oh they will go on and on. A river of weeping crocodiles will flow past the coffin. Don't stand to close to the banks (double unintendre?). Like visible is not shy about saying; {“the bigger the limousine the bigger the a******.”

Meanwhile, “American Sniper” is wiping the box office floors with all previous, cynical propaganda pieces. It's based on a true story which, means for sure that most of it is a lie. It's done by Steely Eyed Clint who has his hands on the pulse of the market . This sniper killed oh... about a thousand people of every type and then, driven by guilt, I suppose, he took to counseling people broken by their participation in the same. After a few years of that he got shot by one of them. It's a criminal lie of justification for one more horrific act of mass murder, based on a lie and financed by bankers.

Based on the incredibly popular success of this mass media hyped and expensively advertised pack of lies and justifications, they are now talking about shooting either a couple of the judges or the winning performer on the finale of this season's American Idol. Imagine what that would do to the ratings. Judging by films made that actually mirror this, one might say a lot.

So... we got The stupor Bowl and we got American Pit Viper and we got John McCain calling people scum. We got Limbaugh saying that he despises The Patriots because they elevate team over individual and come out on the field together. He says that is socialism and un American. How about that? When people can say that with a straight face and have millions of Nimrods bobbing their heads in response, you KNOW the end is near.

Still... for a few hours, I close my eyes to the glitter and bullshit. I close my eyes to the hypocrisy and bad taste and I focus only on the moments of contact. I don't even hear the rest of it. Quite possibly I am watering the ferns during these moments. Well... let me be brutally honest here. Except for these kinds of contests, I never watch TV, so I don't know what's going on there and these are only the few times when I get to see how fiendishly twisted this world really is.

I've decided I will go ahead and see American Sniper and in the process, I can speak authoritatively about the effect of it on someone with objective reasoning powers. Now... if you don't have objective reasoning you might want to skip that part once I get to it toward the end.

Okay... I watched half of it now and it is worse than I thought. They could have pulled this crap off with Gary Cooper back in his SGT. York days but then the world was a different place and Gary Cooper is a lot more man than Bradley Cooper. The weirdest thing is that while showing the propaganda side they also (inadvertently?) show what nasty sonofabitches we were. I watch closely. Sometimes a director or writer will be so skilled that he or she is more celebrated than they ever were in life. Maybe that is what Eastwood had in mind. Even by now, ten minutes later I would say, “Yes, this film deserves at least one award and that is Best Director. Regardless of what he was trying to say, he did it very, very well. I've seen a lot of films. This is one of the best directed since “Chinatown” or The Usual Suspects. You would have thought I would have said “Apocalypse Now” or “Platoon” but I used those examples because they are different forms of deception; if that makes any sense.

I see films like this and I think about what I would have filmed with that kind of money. It would have been very, very different. Remember something my friends, you have to live with yourself. Just cause it looks like life is overlooking you doesn't mean life doesn't notice. Life is actually saving your ass by keeping you from making a bigger fool of yourself than you are already. I used to say to people that sometimes obscurity is not a bad thing. It's one thing for the people around you to know that you don't have what it takes. It is quite another thing for the whole world to be made aware of it. Fame and fortune have a longevity relative to the plane they are on. Okay... now the film is boring me to death because taps just took more than half time takes at the super bowl. At least it felt that way. Now it is trite and cliché. You'll see what I mean if you ever see it.

See... now we are near the end of the post, three quarters of the way or not; who knows? And we didn't spend much time talking about the Super Bowl did we? I'll add this; I watch because I love strategy and I love watching people who are good at it. I don't agree with everyone but when someone is really good at it and it's just a game; like football is just a game then I get to see the inside of a mind like Bill Bellichick's because I am paying attention. I have no special skill besides that and it brings me to the reason I am discussing all of this in the first place. If you have one skill that lifts you to a certain place, you can access a lot of other skills. Once you can do that you are confronted with which direction you will take those skills in; right hand or left hand path? Remember, you don't always get to choose 'when' they ask... heh heh. I laugh because that one I got down. Others... heh heh again, not so much. Look people, I'm no different than most of you. Since I got here in my new location, I have been hanging out with at least half a dozen readers and all of them are of singular aspect. Today, two friends and readers (in that order), Joel and Chas came by and my landlady says to me after they leave, “Who were those two guys? They were so cool!” pretty funny, trust me.

I'm not going to get into mentioning names except where I know that people don't care. This environment does not disappoint and if even I, on a wing and a prayer, can pull it off it, must be pretty idiot proof... heh heh...

For some reason I am feeling very personal tonight when it comes to the good fortune that has been shown to me. Today I saw something called “Dives, Diners and Drive ins” It is some over the top borderline intellect who goes around to these restaurants and they show you how they make some of the worst food you can imagine. Once you see this and note the amount of toxic overdoses of basic ingredients put into these things you might not ever want to eat in a restaurant again. No wonder food tastes so much better at home than out there.

In many ways, this film has now turned into one of those video game shooter things. I could retch but I wont cause I have to live here. You know? I now realize that it doesn't matter where you are until it doesn't matter where you are and until that happens, it does matter where you are. I may have taken the long way around the mountain but at least I know my limitations and at least I got there; of that makes any sense.

I know the Stupor Bowl is just more witchcraft and bad wizards with long staffs and short dicks but if I classify everything I see in those terms I might as well shoot myself. I know the world is full of shit. I know on occasion I have also compressed what I was and sold it as free flowing but usually... not. You get to where you get to and you have only yourself to blame if it isn't enough. If it is more than you expected then you handle that however you do.

I don't know what to think about that movie at this point. I can only measure things by what I would have done. In that case... everyone in this film should be ten times deader than the people they killed.

It may be just this evening but I feel really good. Something changed somewhere.


End Transmission.......

{The film just ended and it is a steaming pile of crap and what do I see in the credits? Bradley Cooper. I think he is Barack Obama's date for the prom.}

We Are Dreaming we are Alivesss

'This blog is composed of perspectives on the visible apparati and the invisible forces that conspire to create the circumstances in which you live.......'

There’s something I’ve wanted to talk about for a long time and I think it keys right into why we should be unfailingly positive in the face of these ‘interesting times’. This body that houses us here is a coffin and we are asleep inside of it. We wake up when we die and... I should add that some of us wake up inside this coffin before we die.

Because we have a body, we are dreaming. We are asleep and we are dreaming the dreams of flesh. A part of us knows that we are dreaming and in some cases it struggles to wake us up. Only death- of some kind- can awaken us. Once one is awakened that person begins to walk in an opposite direction to the world and attention is needed not to run into the sleepwalkers you are moving through.

The medium of understanding for the sleepwalkers are the senses. The senses are like five horses hitched to a chariot or carriage. We hold the reins in our hands but because we are dreaming we are not paying attention to where we are going and this is how our vehicle comes to go off the road so often and this is what causes nightmares. In life, which is not life, you probably call these nightmares something else because when you are dreaming, one thing is certain; no one will admit that they are dreaming. They insist they are wide awake.

Someone asked me about ‘the one mind’. This person had the idea that the one mind is insane because of the state of the world we live in. My first thought was that this person doesn’t understand the nature of the one mind. The one mind is like an ocean which is inhabited by billions of fish. We... via our assumption of a separated, personal mind swim around in this ocean with the idea that we are independent of it. However, if you pull any of us out of the water we will die. It is true that whole schools of fish can go insane. It is true that portions of the ocean can become polluted by the bad behavior of some of the fish or because of some accident which is usually the result of some ignorant action on the part of one or more of the fish. But;

Even if the whole ocean became polluted and all of the fish died, the ocean would still be there, hosting whatever life forms remained to live in the murk. We come and go in the one mind but the one mind remains. We come and go for the same reason we go to sleep and wake up again each morning. Because we imagine ourselves to be separated from the one, we also separate the world outside of us in a variety of ways and we measure its progression with something called ‘time’.

Let us think of ourselves as one of many types of light bulbs or light fixtures. There are a great many varieties. Let us think of electricity as the force of the one mind that lights us up and animates us. Electricity is a single force yet it has a wide span of applications. It can cool and heat. It can do all kinds of things. I understand that we have yet to develop the technology to be able to capture the force of a single lightning bolt. Perhaps I am wrong but... imagine how many lightning bolts there are. Consider that this electricity penetrates the furthest regions of this incomprehensibly vast universe, composes it and is also apart from it as well and you get some idea... maybe... of the power and presence of this one mind.

They say matter cannot be created or destroyed. You might consider, in this context, the difference between kinetic and potential energy and if you get the point you will see proof positive that we don’t actually die... we go somewhere else ...we turn into something else but... we don’t die. We just change. If you could change whenever needed in every circumstance required you would find, as the Bible says that, “some will not taste death.”

The problem with dreaming is that you are contained within the dream and so, everything outside of the dream seems to be a dream when, in some cases it is more real than anything the dream contains. It takes constant and persistent effort to wake up. It is the rare individual for whom this is the most compelling of needs. A master once gave an example to a student who asked him how much intensity one should put into striving for realization. The master said that he should submerge himself in water and hold his breath and that when he could not hold it any longer that this was the state he should be in regarding realization.

It has been said by many teachers in many times and places that the purpose of physical incarnation is spiritual progress. Although there are places where one can reincarnate outside of the physical, such as the Amitabha Buddha’s Western Pure Land, our spiritual progress takes place here because this is where the circuits get wired for the electricity to flow in the direction of intention. You don’t go anywhere that you are not already at and Heaven begins where your feet touch the ground. What you achieve here is where you are when you go.

You must accomplish it here. If you understood what was involved in dying and being born over and over, I assure you that you would have no other thoughts on your mind but self-realization. We are all of us, to different degrees, living in a hallucination. The power of Maya and the dream-web is very great; the greater the materialism of the age the greater the power.

Everything is actually backwards and upside down from the way we understand it. When a baby is born it sees things upside down and this is one of the difficulties it has to surmount in learning to walk. All of us learned to walk and it was a great accomplishment. We learned a language and all sorts of things more rapidly than we do now and this is something we should consider because we have lost something. This is another meaning that can be attributed to what Christ said about how we must become as a little child to enter the kingdom of Heaven.

In Heaven we are impersonal. There is no striving against each other there and that is what makes it Heaven... along with a few other benefits. Hell is the isolation of the self in a fire of unfulfilled desire. That lake of fire is a lake of desire and it is also the magnet that draws you once again into physical form.

There is nothing important here. Saving your life is not important. It doesn’t even belong to you and you can’t save it anyway. The person you are isn’t even real because of the identification with personality as the enduring entity. The personality is a stained glass window through which the light shines. It is the house and not the life within. Our concern for survival here is as ludicrous as our vanity in our relentlessly aging appearance. We see signs all the time that there is more to life than the pursuit of the senses and the appetite but we can’t seem to make the connection. It’s all coincidence but... coincidence is merely the moments when we are spotting the consistency in the marvelous tapestry of life.

Find some kind of practice and engage it. Let it be what you do when you are doing everything else. In some traditions they suggest offering everything you do to the divine. Others suggest operating as if you were the divine in everything you do. Some suggest practicing the presence of God and some suggest engaging in unceasing prayer. There’s a ‘real’ system for everyone and you won’t discover anything more important in this dreaming life than what that system will introduce you to. Remember what Paramahansa Yogananda said. “If you don’t look for God in the springtime of your life, he won’t be there in the winter.”

Visible sings: ♫ I Am Alive ♫
'I Am Alive' is track no. 8 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'
Lyrics (pops up)

Karma, the Gift that Keeps on Givingsss

'This blog is composed of perspectives on the visible apparati and the invisible forces that conspire to create the circumstances in which you live.......'

Talking about Karma seems to have brought up a lot of different commentary along with some amusing moments. So we’re going to talk a little more about Karma today and see if we can’t find a wider perspective to replace our narrow subjective takes and possibly rise above what we wish things were and try to find some kind of a comfort zone in the way things are; keeping in mind that the way things ‘really’ are may also be something we are missing. The way things are is not necessarily the way things are.

Today I went into town on some business with my trusty companion, Poncho Moonlight in the passenger seat. He doesn’t wear his seat belt, I do. Coming into town, I saw a dog walking by the side of the road. I had seen this same dog a few days earlier and noted how gaunt she was; ribs clearly defined and looking beaten and bedraggled. I wanted to stop and feed her but the circumstances weren’t good. First of all, I had to get somewhere within a pressing time frame and the location of the dog, for pulling over and attending to it, was not good.

Afterwards, I discovered, since things went far more smoothly than they usually do down here, that I would have had the time. I thought about the dog now and then and today, there she was in another inconvenient place. I was approaching the roundabout into town so I pulled into the V between where cars enter and come off at the direction I was coming from. This is one of the cool things about Italy. People park anywhere they want to. You have to see it to believe it. The Italians aren’t like everybody else; sometimes that’s a good thing and sometimes not so much; like when you’re trying to take care of some kind of official business.

I crossed the street and poured out some food for the dog in a driveway while she watched me. It seemed like she’d had pups recently because her dugs were hanging down or... she just may have had so many that that is where they were now. She was skeletal but also of that breed that tends toward thin anyway but... this dog was in bad shape no matter how you parse it. I left what would be a normal portion for a dog of that size and that was all that was in the bag anyway. I thought of getting the other bag out and leaving more but... I operate nearly all of the time off of intuition and so... off I went. As I passed that place on my return I saw that the dog was gone and half of the food was still there.

Perhaps the dog is dying. She didn’t look good. You couldn’t get much lower than this dog in the pecking order. Here is this member of the Devic Realm, a noble friend to humanity, with centuries beyond remembering of tradition and history reduced to terrible circumstance. No one is going to adopt this dog. I’m not the dog wrangler that Susanne is so I don’t have her deft touch with these creatures. Should I have tried to put her in my car and take her home? Can I take all these dogs, that I see wandering the streets, back to my house? You can see a variety of karmas here.

This dog has no friends, nowhere to stay and gets mounted by anyone who wants to every time she goes into heat. Here in Italy, as in Spain and certain other locations, people will take a pet for the summer and then just turn it loose on the streets when the season ends. Sometimes they just don’t want their dog anymore. I guess there are a lot of reasons with zero moral justification. I can’t imagine the mindset that would take in an animal that depends on you for everything and who gives unreservedly in return... I just can’t imagine abandoning a responsibility taken for another living thing with such a callous disregard.

I can’t imagine raping a child. I can’t imagine gunning down women and children. I can’t imagine trafficking in human beings. I can’t imagine defrauding people or beating my consort. I can’t imagine starting wars for economic profit. There are a lot of things that I just wouldn’t do but the same cannot be said for everyone.

Yes... there are people who do hideous things. Some of them do it out of ignorance and there are some who do it, knowing full well that it is wrong -and who do it for the sheer joy of doing evil. Yes... there are creatures like this. It has been said that, “what goes around comes around”. It can also be said that we come around too. We come around and around and around for as long as the need may be.

It has been said by some number of people far wiser than I that a human birth is a very special thing. It is a remarkable opportunity and it doesn’t happen often. You would do well to tremble as you read those words. You would do well to strive hard for all your days remaining. You would do well to do good at every opportunity and to repent and ask for forgiveness when you find that you are in error. You would do well to put away your pride in yourselves and your vain and insignificant accomplishments. You would do well not to imagine that you know anything at all.

Where is it that you think you are? What are this planet and this form in which you move? This planet is a planet of elements constantly at war with each other... within you and without you. This is a place of atonement and the key to understanding Job One is at-one-ment. Hidden within the language are a great many answers. Hidden within you are all the answers. If you do not seek you will not find.

Let us look at that Tibetan wheel again. This world is an intermediary zone between the worlds below and the worlds above. This is not the only world by any stretch so why is it that we think we are going to find justice and comprehension when we never can see any more than one loop of the Mobius Strip?

There is a reason that ‘understanding’ is among the most priceless of spiritual gifts. How does one come by understanding? One gains understanding through surrender only. Until we can surrender what we think we know, it is all we will know -and that is a mortal darkness, lit with false light, illuminating illusionary forms. We wander blind in disorderly dreams. We act without comprehending. We speak without understanding.

There are no accidents and that is karma too. Consider those who do such terrible harm. Should there be no recompense for this? That is the purpose of reincarnation which is eternally linked to karma. They are magnetized to each other. No one gets away with anything.

I felt so very bad for that dog but I know nothing of the circumstances. I do not know who that dog was or why it was there. I know what I felt and I thank god that I can feel as I do. Look around your world and tell me what you see in this immense and seething cauldron of suffering. What goes up must come down. It is better to stay small and be satisfied with a little than spend a lifetime acquiring useless things that will remain on your departure and ...depart you will. This is one of the most peculiar mysteries to me that people do not recognize that they will lose everything except the progress made within.

Where do your treasures lie? Upon that hangs your destiny and fate; according to that so is your karma. The queen upon the throne may awaken to find herself a sidewalk whore. The billionaire may wake up chained to a galley. It is all important what we do from this moment and in each succeeding one. We should be filled with gratitude at every opportunity to be of service. Our intentions guide the way. There is far less said here than what is implied.

Visible sings: ♫ I Don't Love You Anymore ♫
'I Don't Love You Anymore' is track no. 3 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album
Lyrics (pops up)

I Exercise my Inner Hunter Thompson.sss

'This blog is composed of perspectives on the visible apparati and the invisible forces that conspire to create the circumstances in which you live.......'

I post at Best of the Fray at slate.com

appropo of nothing at all I did a little rant and it goes like this. a one and a two and a.......


In keeping with the new high standards of Checkmarking at BOTF- I'd like to do my part. Today I'm dressed like a Nascar driver with the names of the editors chums and various Slate writers and forums sewn into my white jumpsuit ...

I get ready for a neighborhood tour in my Volkwagen Bug- with a big bobbleheaded clown on the top that waves and farts as I drive slowly up and down the streets.

We are so lucky to be in the virtual changing rooms of the Martha Stewart of cyber publishing. I wanted to origami little butterflies tapestried with my renaissance sensibilities but I was never there.

I was, oh...SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW!!! clash of Tympani's, screeching of ravens and crows....flash to video of ravens and crows picking the eyes from dead sheep. flash to strange images of the New Kids on the Block with their heads pressed through the bars of a cellblock enclosure...frenzied images of hard looking convicts at work behind them....flash to....flash to...uh uh....flash to....uh huh- uh huh...get down...get down....flash to

...BOTF posters moving through dark cloisters hooded with cowls chanting in C++++ passing worm eaten sarcophagi...small stiletto's of light break through cracks in wet ceiling...vampires scream...advertisers run....flash to...there's a neon george hanging in a fist fucking sling...soundover of multi-plungers working on a plugged drain...

Lord, what dark cornucopia is this.......intermittent flashes of Beatles songs followed by ball-peen hammers hitting tin roof's and piercing screams of bastinado victims in forced moonwalks through Thriller outtakes.....flash to...flash too uh...uh...uh...get down...GET DOWN!!!

uh....flash to...flash too...flash also...flash gordon...flash in the pan-everybody is making their mark under the invisible billboard of the Sunset Blvd shark cruising up and down then over to Santa Monica late night prowl.....up town...down town......It's all a non-stop poorly accomplished blowjob on 8 milimeter film with lots of satanic naked fat guys laughing....

HAH HAH HAH!!!!!!!! HAH HAH HAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! greasy 75 pound skank whores are laughing too..."GET OUT OF TOWN YOU LOSER!!!" then they throw condoms loaded with rat shit, neo-con intestinal juices and the sexual fluids of Goliath tree spiders at me.....

I'm not laughing....yes I am...AH HAH AH HAH HAHAHAHA HAHAHAH HAHAhAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Get me Tipper Gore on the snorkel phone there's something wrong with the lyrics of this song.....When the world goes mad it won't be an all of a sudden thing, long out of control before it hits the wall and slams back out into the street. It's gonna come with small little incidents in apartment buildings, on subways and avenues...in mall food courts and movie theaters.

It won't be connected it will just random out in incomprehensible patterns.

It will sneak into the papers like a check-kiting smiler... making his way through the convenience stores and supermarkets two steps ahead of the bunko squad.

It will be humming The Midnight Rambler and it will sound the way tinfoil feels when it connects with your teeth. BOTF is one of the places you can see it happen. It won't happen through the occasional posters or the chronic day in day out touts who lounge like middle aged men in bad hats at the OTB's..it will come from all sides, from the top down...

...it will leak like battery acid in a junkyard over dirty broken concrete...can't you feel it? I can. Will some naked Godiva on a horse with a mace and a whip break through your monitor and tear through the forum page causing metal confetti to fly and sharp edges of polymer burn-on's to smoke and burst into flame? I don't think so. It would be nice but I suspect it will all happen inside your head. Have a nice day.

The BOTF prostitutes primp in the mirror, snort off the mirror and then fall into the mirror- looking in we can see a gaggle of Munch characters reaching from behind the barrier. Her agent answers the phone. He's a hunkie just off the boat with some vague connections in Little Odessa. He speaks pretty good English.

He wants to know what you want. You tell him you want that whore BOTF. You heard she's a nasty chick with a dick and you wanna thrubba dubb her head into a sheetrock wall while you pretend to be a jackhammer operator.

You want her to dress nize, like she does...but you want her to perform like a crack whore in an alley off 42nd street on a hot night in July. Tell the guy you don't want she should wear the false teeth this time and you want the Star Wars cosmetics.

You know she's got more STD's than Carter's got little liver pills or James Baker has little liver spots and you want every one of them. You're hooked and you know it. There's no accounting for Love and you know this isn't Love.

This ressembles Love about as much as karl rove does Brad Pitt. But you want it. You want it with vomit enhanced breath and the backdraft of the charnel house. You want her to talk like Tom Waits and you want her skin to feel like rhino hide.

She's all of those things and she's a guy too. She's everything you ever really wanted all those times you drank Winners Cup vodka by the caseload in your trailer outside of Bakersfield back in your salad days. You know she/he has done everything with everybody you hate and she did it in front of you while they had their way with you first.

You smiled afterwards through the broken teeth and the pooling blood. You never had it that good again. You want it now though and you don't care what it costs.All you got to do is go over there and post.

You know it...if you just post she/he's gonna show up sooner or later and give you what for, right down there on the oil-stained floor among the rusting tractor parts and dead animals. Go ahead, Top Post some shit...all you got to do is wait. She's find you.

She'll walk out of the smoke of your burning apartment wreathed in the incense of burning carpet and melting tupperware. You can go down to Hell together...but what does it matter? You are already there.