Deep… In to the Base of the Joining

Visible Origami – Nov 13, 2012

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be in the roses and not focused on what they are growing out of.
Here we are again at Origami, engaged in a metaphysical discourse and interchange and by metaphysical let me describe how that word interprets to me and keep in mind the word, ‘physical’ as well. Physics is the study of the known as far as it can be mathematically messed with, which often places it outside of it’s demographic in any case, like the fact that the universe is thought-born and that everything is composed of mindstuff. It almost makes you want to become a Buddhist but I don’t see the point of that when you can become a Buddha or Bodhisattva instead. I’ll add here, “thinking makes it so”. Of course that thinking must be determined and filled with faith and certitude.
We are all gods in the act of becoming and there is a theory that has been bandied about, or maybe that’s one of those things I came up with but don’t want to take credit for because I know for sure someone must have said it before I did; every star in the sky was once like you and I. We are Gods in the making and if we are not that then what is the point? Rocks become plants, Plants become animals. Animals become human so… the system suddenly changes and humans don’t become gods? I don’t hold with evolution from the gitgo but I do hold with evolution through the get all. One of the reasons I don’t expect to wind up in Gitmo is cause I get less and am not impatient for more (*would that be Gitless?); “See if I shall not open the windows of Heaven and pour you out a blessing too big to receive”. That and, “I look to the hills from whence commeth my help”, are two bits of scripture I have had since a child. I dutifully read The Bible as a young boy for long stretches. That’s probably why I’m so tall. It comes from having to stretch out of the way of bad situations.
End digression…
So, if physics deals with the known and that being the realm of mortal lives, does it not serve that metaphysics treats with the unknown and the realm of God and immortal lives? It does for me and that is how I mean it. I know that one of the reasons that I experienced so much brutality through my life and such a degree of treachery over the term, was to reduce me to the point where I don’t trust anyone but God. I am well aware that when I am looking at someone, who thinks very highly of me, that their opinion can change a lot quicker than my heart would hope. I’ve made it happen just to see what I would rather not have seen but… in my case, God is usually the instigator and I know this because of the way it works out in the aftermath; the results have never disappointed (pun intended). I was kept safe in conditions where no one would expect such a result, unless they were eight feet tall and weighed four hundred pounds on a iron freaks frame; and that’s no guarantee either or, people have seldom surprised me; speaking from my own higher mind.
The point of this was to reduce me to the point where I only trust God. That statement can be misleading. Yes, I only trust God but keep in mind the translation of Emanuel; God with us. I prefer, God in us. So I am at liberty to trust the divine in people but not the people themselves and looking for God in others is an evocation. Keep in mind that I always use any word intentionally. Successful evocations depend on a preceding invocation. God rises when summoned and so does The Devil and both are potential residents within us. “Who ya gonna call”? The deity arising, is an intentional affair. The Devil arising is an automatic affair. You get what you put into it or it gets put into you. “Get thee behind me Satan” Well, all of this is simple, unless you are complicated and complications lead to a house divided against itself.
I believe in the Supreme Personality of God. Heck, he came and said hello a few months ago and my invisible friends let me know what an honor that was and I was told I had missed all but one previous event; not that there were all that many of them. So, when I say we are all gods in the making, I do not mean that we will ever be The Supreme Personality. We will not, no never, no how but… there are beautiful and mysterious truths that attend this and you wouldn’t have it any other way, trust me on that. There is a wonder to being a servant of God that passeth understanding. Nothing beats serving The One and I am sure it is more satisfying to a human being than being the one served …but most people don’t get that. We’ll laugh about these things, once we have somewhere to do it in. In the best of combinations, people vie for the opportunity to be the one serving. They know what it means and… people like that, don’t even care about the payback. The opportunity to serve is payback enough. Some of you know what I mean and some don’t but… those who do, understand how I savor this and hope it goes on forever and ever. Nothing beats being a servant, given you have the most righteous of masters and that leads to what? That leads to being granted his favor and named his friend. That is exclusive territory indeed.
Over time, many win residence in the kingdom of Heaven, for all kinds of reasons but very few are granted the favor and named friends and only those who are friends, know and can comment on that. God likes to travel but he seldom does it alone. He gets in touch with different friends and asks them if they are up for (or free for) a trip to somewhere. It might be a place created only for that. Of all the things I value, or could EVER value, being named a friend of God stands supreme, far above everything else. I remember when I first heard this. I was in prayer and I was ecstatic, though ecstasy does not always attend my prayers. On this occasion I was there and I said to God, “Lord make me immortal, only so that I can serve you to the end of time and beyond. I’ll never forget that because he told me that I was now his friend and he showed me what that meant; how what I thought and wished for meant and this makes me think of the haunting beauty of what Helena Petrovna Blavatsky said; “There is a road, steep and thorny, beset with perils of every kind, but yet a road, and it leads to the very heart of the Universe. I can tell you how to find those who will show you the secret gateway that opens inward only, and closes fast behind the neophyte for evermore. There is no danger that dauntless courage cannot conquer; there is no trial that spotless purity cannot pass through; there is no difficulty that strong intellect cannot surmount. For those who win onwards there is reward past all telling – the power to bless and save humanity; for those who fail, there are other lives in which success may come”.
She also said:
“The duty of the Theosophical Society is to keep alive in man his spiritual intuition”
People like to point out the flaws in the human ointment and Helena, like they were anything special themselves; keeping in mind the mote in their eye and the beam in your own but… people don’t get to say things like this, cause the critics were right? Now, since I have studied the lives of certain people; you know what impresses me the most? It is when the critics reveal their ignorance by missing fundamentally, important features of the individual under consideration. I’ll add one more thing about Helena; you’ll have to intuit what I am trying to say and I have to paraphrase, though, not to the point that it affects what she was saying at all. She was supposed to be wed to some guy. He might have even been a prince (grin). She was 17 and she ran away. She said, later on, “I was not going to be a slave to a man. I am definitely not going to be a slave to God”. Now what did she mean? I can see her right now, riding in the carriage with Gurdjieff, as he was probably sipping one of his 24 coffees a day, with a shot of liquor in each one. Don’t try to find the sense in what you read and hear. Find the truth intuitively… because I guarantee you that you can find it no other way …but what do I know? I know Jack Shit and his brother Off. What’s that, sons of a different father?
I sincerely respect certain people but that only comes from ‘reading between the lines’. My heroes may not be your heroes but… they are still my heroes, cause I know the viscosity and dreadful pull of the shit they had to walk through. I wrote my song “Fade Away” about that. Now, my music may not be all that good over this last decade but I can’t do what I do alone and that’s been shown to me over and over again. So let’s make something useful happen before we share the common fate that no one wants except the common; not that they want it either but dumb is as dumbass. I’m not sure if that got leeched from Antonin Artaud or Voltaire; probably neither, although I do like Rousseau, just for the romanticism of something we no longer see and he never saw it in his time either. It is not about whether you win or lose. It is about where you are coming from and whether you stuck to your invisible guns and sometimes they were hidden from you as well (hint! Hint! Wink and nod and nudge).
Now, of course, I don’t know what is going on and god has been gracious enough to let me put it into print (grin) but… since I am his friend, I don’t really care if I miss some little factor here and there because I am not what jot and tittle were about in the first place. Those of us that suffer the most, especially when young and …especially later on, have obviously awoken God’s innate resistance to having too many friends. Ah well.
We’re coming out with a line of books now, including the long suffering novel and you will see them all by half time next year, if there is a half time next year. This is made possible by my good friend Sim and a little Scottish influence as well; since that leaves both of them anonymous, until they let me change that, here is the cover to the first one.

The initial response is; why the poetry first? I don’t think I will dignify that with a response. I’m not the poet. I’m your waiter. Would you like to hear about today’s specials?
End Transmission.
I guess the radio show should go South with the music? (grin) I’m not complaining. It definitely means more free time and I could use that.
Visible sings:  ♫ Fade Away ♫

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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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