In No Man’s Land, Seeking the Doors of Deliverance

Visible Origami – Oct 28, 2012

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
These blogs may be silent through the coming week. I will be abroad in some never before seen places, which will include several geographical icons, steeped in myth and legend. It has taken me until nearly now to realize that I have had very little to say about what happens in my life. I wasn’t entirely sure of that, or maybe I hadn’t given it all that much thought. I should have. At the same time I was being told this internally but it just wasn’t registering and I am coming to believe that we only grasp the meaning of something, when we are supposed to and not before, no matter how hard we try but… I could be wrong about that (grin). So, as a result of this dawning on me the other day, I sat back and reflected on my life, paying special attention to those points of significant change, in terms of environment and personal transformation and I found myself quite surprised to discover that nearly none of these things were initiated by me. They just happened to me. Now I’m getting the point, I think. I am getting the point of ‘rely on me’. If I am not the one at the helm, in terms of situations and circumstances, then I should more completely defer to the one who is (“everything is under control”).
All of this plays into a type of difficulty that I have been experiencing for some time, where I am confronted by bizarre obstacles and resistances, which sometimes come in serious multiples. This has perplexed me for awhile now and I have been at serious pains to solve this dilemma. Then, just a day or so ago, I saw what the point of it was. Whenever one of these conditions would come up, I would look for a solution to it, or I would react in frustration but I seldom just stepped back and looked at it and said, “Your move, Lord”. These things were being thrown at me to engineer exactly that response from me but I wasn’t getting it. A few days ago, I caught something and passed a test that I had been routinely failing for some time. This opened the door to my getting a clue about what is presently under discussion. Yes, every thing is connected.
I have to say that the timing of changes and events is amazing. Everything seems to come together when it needs to and happens the way it should happen, when you don’t interfere with the process, which should be the operative awareness.
For months now, I have been harassed by concerns about getting my passport. I was pretty sure I was on all kinds of lists. I had even been told that I was. I had toyed with the idea of giving up my citizenship and embracing a new nationality. I discovered it wasn’t possible to do this within the time frame remaining to me. After all, I was off to India a week before my passport expired and I had to get it together before that. Initial forays put me up against bad vibes, civil servants. I thought, “Hmmm, this is going to be difficult, if not impossible” The voice that lives inside me and which is much more vocal and present than ever before said, “Look, just go do it and I will take care of the details”. Okay…. So, that led to the first Frankfart excursion and I had told them that I was leaving for somewhere on the 30th of this month. I was told it usually took two weeks …and that was cutting it close in terms of timing. What happened was that I was then notified, only a week later, that it was available. I found this hard to accept, given my previous experiences trying to work with bureaucracies. I told them I would be in at the end of the week to pick it up. They said come ahead. Everyone was very polite and helpful to me. At the beginning, no one was. That caused me to write a deep and passionate letter, outlining what I thought America was all about and how sad it made me that this is what it had come to. That led to a wonderful letter, saying that all was good, they now knew where I was coming from. Heh heh.
I went in and there was my passport and I walked out. I temporarily bankrupted myself going through all of those changes and had to span over a distance of a thousand K in the process but it was worth it and it did all get worked out, just as I was told that it would and now I’m good to go for another ten years, God willing.
So many things are surfacing and coming together that I hardly know what to think. Should I return from India, which looks maybe, maybe not at this point, for reasons I won’t go into, I’ve got an invite to the UK, to spend some serious time in a recording studio and do my songs over the way they should have been done in the first place. I’m thinking about that. New books are coming up that I didn’t anticipate. Maybe that means the one hanging in the ethers will finally bypass whatever psychic constipation is keeping it in mid-air.
This week’s radio show should be up sometime in the next day or so and  Patrick W. has got a new one up with some interesting, attendant video. He’s a serious maestro.
As has been stated many, many times here, I bring up events and conditions in my life because it is my keen suspicion that these things dovetail with the lives of the readers. We are all in some version of No Man’s Land, Searching for the Doors of Deliverance. For some reason we still maintain that we can accomplish this under our own power; some more than others. My experience to this point is that this is impossible and the sooner I get with the program, the sooner I will stop being put in situations that conclusively prove this to me. It’s a strange affair. We know that we have to utterly rely on the will of The Divine but it hasn’t penetrated into that area of our selves that controls the degree of our surrender, so we get banged from pillar to post, until the truth of this is imprinted upon us and is allowed to make the necessary internal changes, that permit what needs to follow.
There are some number of people who react to the concept of total surrender to the cosmic will. They feel incapable of giving up that amount of autonomy and they have bad memories of all the orthodox factions, who have wrung so many bloody nickels out of the whole affair. They distrust the idea that The Cosmic Will has their best interests at heart. The truth is that there is only one will and one source of all power. All power proceeds from one source and also returns to it. All our power is borrowed power and the majority expression of it is in resistance. “Bend and you need not break”. “Though Heaven prefers no man, the wise man prefers Heaven”. The lives and teachings of all of the masters of the east and many elsewhere, all echo the same truths concerning the means to realization, liberation and enlightenment. Another problem surfaces when people mistake partial enlightenment for full enlightenment. There is a big difference and a strong impetus to take yourself seriously, which is why every bonafide master is as humble as dirt, though in no way are they a doormat. They are a doorway. Sitting outside the person who possesses the goods is sitting outside the door. Sitting within the resonance of the one who has the goods is the key.
All of these things are a matter of varying perspectives. Seen from the wrong angle, all of the right things look other than what they are. It’s not my job to convince anyone of anything, no more than it is my job to prove these things beyond doubt, because it is not my doubt that is under consideration. Each person must prove the truth and value of what they hear, by the time honored process of testing and experiencing what they encounter. The proof is in the ‘putting’. It either is or it is not and that will be revealed in the transits of inquiry. All inquiry is some version of self inquiry because we contain everything within us. Once again these are words and once again, people nod their heads and say, “Yes, I believe this is so” and once again they go back to doing what they were doing before they heard it the last time.
This is another kind of hamster wheel, going round and round eternal verities and trying to shoehorn them into a personal schematic. This will never happen, though any number of people are able to convince themselves that it can. The personal schematic, is a personal construct and has no relevance beyond the life span of the personality in possession of it. In order to share in the schematic of the divine, one must become divine and that can only be accomplished once the personal schematic is surrendered and it is possible for The Presence to be acquired. Once The Presence is acquired, there is no further need for entrepreneurial side trips to nowhere.
Those seeking a greater awareness of this particular consideration can profit from making a search for ‘awareness watching awareness‘, by reading Brother Lawrence’s treatment of “The Practice of the Presence of God”, or by reading, “The Impersonal Life”. I always have to throw in “The Bhagavad-Gita” and what I consider one of the better translations. Gandhi used to read his version every morning while he was brushing his teeth (grin).
Alright my friends, I may be in or out and about for a week or so. You might hear from me and you might not. We’ll have a Smoking Mirrors for you tomorrow and after that, who knows?
End Transmission……. 

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Les Visible

Otherwise known as Smoking Mirrors, Les Visible provides a voiceover in a disintegrating culture as Reflections in a Petri Dish. While in his guise as Visible Origami, Les offers perspectives on the invisible forces shaping our world

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