The Fractured Fairy Tale Land of Visible Origami

Visible Origami – Oct 20, 2012

Dog Poet Transmitting……..
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Here we are again, in The Fractured Fairy Tale Land of Visible Origami. Here we are with little more than 2 months before the end of this signature year and just about that, before the significant date that winks on and off, like one of those flashing light, sawhorses, at a highway construction site. It’s off to the side there, winking in and out of focus and view but peripherally present nearly all of the time; hypnotic, narcotic, sometimes inducing forms of neurotic and psychotic. One has only to look around them, to see the effect of the building pressures of denial and intransigence, along with operative evil for evil’s sake “The evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones”. I suppose that accounts for the lust for fame and fortune at any price.
The degree to which some people are compromised is stunning. I look at people like David Cameron, Hilarious Clinton, Bwak! Obama, Mittchief Romney and practically everyone in the quick-limelight, laying in the shallow graves of their future, already buried in the basement of some unnamed serial killer. Some of the noteworthy reptiles just go on and on, like Henry Kissinger, David Rockefeller, Little Georgie Sorrows and George Herbert (Johnny Stroll Walker Black) Bush. They’re presently on ‘any day now’ status. A huge sigh of relief, a burst of cool cleansing wind, shall attend their departure. A noxious amalgam of toxic fumes, will waft in temporary flight, as The Bill Gates of Hell opens and swiftly closes. You can hear the door hit them in the ass, as it makes it’s way to closure. Laughter and maniacal chortling, will follow in the waft, until an immediate silence follows. There’s nothing like The Voice of the Silence, especially when you can actually hear it.
This voice becomes singularly prominent, once the chatter of the world recedes, due to a personal lack of interest in it. Too many people think they’re going to miss something and, as a result, they most certainly do. They most certainly do.
It’s an interesting phenomena, to watch people go through their whole lives, dancing around the main point of the exercise, because, they think they’re going to miss something and they do.
You hear people say, “Well, if I had all that money, I wouldn’t mess it up. I would do good things and make the world a better place”. People underestimate the power and ancient awareness of money, as it contemplates itself. People underestimate the force and influence of power and position. Once they get there, the all consuming concern is that they might lose it and so they go to any unnecessary lengths to make sure that they don’t lose it and, of course they do, sooner or later, attended by ignominy and historical censure, even though they take great pains to rewrite it. There is an interesting thing that happens, after people pass onward, or downward, or upward, as the case may be. The public perception of their lives and works, suddenly takes on a whole new appearance. Sometimes their end is accompanied by a trenchant irony, like the welcome passing of Nelson Rockefeller, expiring between Megan Marshack’s legs, while she was spread-eagled on his desk. Sometime earlier, the beloved Nelson had had a steel rod placed in his penis so that he could get it up. One only hopes some exceedingly humorous circumstances go along with the demise of the earlier aforementioned. I’m suspecting something dramatic, given the ingenious sense of humor possessed by The Cosmos. They burn and learn, as we all do, or they don’t.
Most people, when they come into a lot of money don’t do anything the way they imagined they would. Many of them lose it quicker than they imagined they would. There’s an old saying that, “If all the money in the world were equally redistributed, it would be back in the same hands again in 60 days”. That’s one I’ve never forgotten. Then there’s that old saw about, “Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely”. Position is another one of those imponderables. It paints a gigantic target on your back and you find you can’t maintain it without endless compromise. Lao Tzu talks a lot about this sort of thing but I think the reader needs to get themselves a copy of the book. It’s a must have for anyone contemplating the challenges, dangers and pitfalls of ‘upwardly mobile’.
Most people don’t know the difference between notoriety and fame, or the difference between famous and legendary. Then again, they don’t see the relative value between mortal and immortal, nor even consider the possibilities of the latter. As has been mentioned, the power and capacity of imagination is limitless. The mortal mind places limits, the immortal mind does not. There’s a reason that those entities, depicted by the Asian figurines all have pronounced foreheads; unusual skull shapes. Strange things can happen in The Pineal Gland. Course, that’s just Wikipedia and Wikipedia don’t know shit and mostly they make it up anyway. It’s just one more Zio-revisionist vehicle, courtesy of Zio-Ogre ‘Smoking Jimmy Wales’. The degree of penetration and infernal manipulation going on is truly impressive.
The main problem for everyone, is the granting of power to the external; “greater is that which is in you than that which is in the world”. We imbue shadows with a greater power than that which makes shadows possible. Everyone should study the dynamics of shadows and how they come about and can appear larger than they really are. This is an ancient form of deception and it keeps humanity enthralled and chained to the wheel, which is the ongoing intent of the slave masters. One of the things they do is to get rid of- and/or pervert, every human quality within themselves. This is the objective of Satanism. These qualities are considered weaknesses and hindrances. They have to be burned out, in order for whatever peculiar demonic force they are looking to have take up residence in them. They are courting a presence, just as those of us on the opposite end are doing the same. It’s all about temporary gain as opposed to lasting gain. ♫C’mon without, C’mon within. You’ve not seen nothing like the Mighty Quinn♫
So, the atmosphere is filled with The Winds of Change but that transitioning force is not all that easy to see. It’s that ‘thief in the night’ thing. These sorts of things can come upon you all of a sudden. The same old same old, continues to come up in the windshield and the same old same old continues to recede in the rear view mirror and then, suddenly it’s not ‘the same old same old’ anymore. It happens so quick you don’t even see it take place and that is why you need to be in position in advance, or else. Or else what? Well, that varies. Getting into position requires rooting, otherwise, when the strong winds blow; you get the picture.
The most important thing to remember is that ‘evil destroys itself’. People have heard this statement, ad infinitum and ad nauseum. They know the phrase well but if you ask them to explain how it is that this happens without exception, they would be hard pressed to tell you. The principle is imbedded in the genetic code of Evil. It’s inevitable. Let’s look at it as a system. Some systems come out of cosmic schematics and they are populated with archetypes and eternally repeating. Some systems are essentially flawed and what happens is that the flaw destroys it. The seeds of it’s destruction are resident in the system, like a blocked heart value, like a brain tumor. It’s just a matter of time. Everything false comes up against The Truth, sooner or later, no exceptions, no exceptions. There are more intricate features to all of this but the reality of any and all of it, is right there in the objective mind, in those persona who possess one. In these days, the subjective mind has become preeminent and it is manipulated in all sorts of sophisticated ways, by those who have their reasons for doing so.
We could go on and on about these things but… what’s the point? There is no point in saying something over and over unless the point is taken. Otherwise it’s just redundancy and handballs bouncing off the walls.
The Roulette Wheel of life is in spin, black and red but no white; Rajas and Tamas but no Sattva and that would be the key and why a gamble is just that; soon enough you lose. Luck? WTF is that? It’s like The Brass Ring in the bottom of the bottle, ♫Message in the bottle♫. Oh yeah. See you over at Smoking Mirrors in the following days, hoping for more mirror and less smoke.
End Transmission…….
Working on the radio show. Hoping to have it up later today or tomorrow. 


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