Mr. Apocalypse and his Elves take a Walk with Mr. Inevitable

Reflections in a Petri Dish – Nov 15, 2012

Dog Poet Transmitting……..
May your noses always be cold and wet.
We need a handful of signatures to make this petition go public. I like to think of you and me as Mr. Apocalypse’s elves. We could dress up in skin tight black elves outfits, with floppy, pointy hats and elf boots with curled up toes. Mr Apocalypse likes a black ensemble. Maybe a little drama, might accentuate our commitment to the whole process. Conversely we might look like damn fools. Of course, anyone who goes on as if nothing happened, or it doesn’t matter if something did, would qualify as a damn fool anyway. Then things go on becoming progressively worse because that is what happens when you don’t do anything. Things get worse. Do I have to count the ways or list examples? I don’t think so.
Dumb has been raised to an art form in the US. Dumb, mean and senseless are the looming goalposts of Armageddon. The signposts are all up and down the highway and some kind of weird, poetic justice is hammering on the microcephalic pointy heads, who are not wearing elf hats. I ponder what strange and terrible absurdities wait in the wings. Massive rumblings are going on in the wings of the theater of The Grand Guignol. Something with a heavy breathing intensity, is going on about the Benghazi affair(s). Little Georgie Sorrows is losing his mind in a very public and deserving way. Be sure to scroll down the page to see some portion of the terrible horror of it all. Some men are so predictable and truly deserving of what happens to them, when the inevitable comes upon them. We don’t see the effect of the inevitable a great deal of the time. The inevitable is a kind of behind the scenes sort of a player. Mr. Inevitable works with Mr. Apocalypse. Mr. Apocalypse makes his way through the disorder of the cluttered and compromised lives, of those who have finally drawn his attention and once he has tapped, or whacked them, with his walking stick, Mr. Inevitable does the followup. Mr Apocalypse lights them up with the aura of their essence and then Mr. Inevitable applies the result that attends that particular composition. Milk spoils and cheese molds. Some things rot. Some things bloom. Route 1 runs through Big Sur, it doesn’t go to Fresno. People ought to pay some mind to what highway they are on and where it ends up but they often don’t. In some cases they might be clear about the probable outcome but they figure it’s worth the risk.
Why we don’t see the inevitable and why we are not presented with examples of well deserved justice in the high places of corruption is a mystery but… that mystery is part and parcel of the drama itself. If everything were uniform and predictable, if things always worked out the way they should, when they should (supposing that they don’t in fact already do so, when that might be something else we don’t see) then there would be no great challenge to anything. The good would be rewarded right off the bat and the evil would be punished, as they should be. It seems not to happen. For my part, I assume this can only imply something I am not seeing, in all the times that my pedestrian mind, by force, or inclination, gravitates to the view that things are just all fucked up and have been for a long time. This gets magnified when I have one of those series of bad days, that come around like clockwork out of the Bad Karma Depository. I don’t know the purpose of these days (then again I do, but it won’t come to me until later in the post), as I do not know the purpose of a great many things and I don’t know these things for a reason. That’s what I automatically assume because there are things I don’t know and I have the same options as everyone else; to presume I know something I don’t know, or accept the obvious that I don’t know something, when it is evident that I do not.
This is the initial error made by a huge portion of the human race. They determine that they know what they do not know, or they accept what they are told and that passes for a knowledge that they keep adding to. Most people know that regular consumption of fast-foods will make them sick and eventually kill them. They know this but they don’t want to know it so they grant themselves a kind of exceptionalism that frees them (they think) from something they are most certainly not free from.
It’s more than passing strange. It’s been going on for a long time; this matter of people convincing themselves of things that are not true. Today I read about the ongoing tale of Arthur Topham in Zionist, Communist controlled Canada. Telling the truth is considered hate speech and so long as they control the money supply, they can bribe the legislators, in various countries, to make laws that protect them and remove everyone else’s rights. That this is happening is beyond question. That control of the money supply makes this possible, is beyond question. Unfortunately, in this day and age, a great many corrupt tools came into this world to serve the forces of evil. There are also some amount of good men and women. They are not allowed anywhere near the reigns of power. Useful idiots are shoehorned into the roles of functionaries, who carry out the policies of monsters.
Anyone can see what has happened to the police forces, since they have been being trained by the monsters. Deep in this minestrone are a lot of unwilling souls who find themselves going along with the program. At some point, their conscience will not allow them to continue further. We wait upon that day and all of us engaged in the struggle to not become monsters, while we expose the monsters, know that our work is not in vain. As has been said before, “The only thing necessary for evil to prosper is for good men to do nothing”. Edmund Burke, I believe. Our principal difficulty is in knowing precisely what is wrong and what is right and committing ourselves, against all odds to the proper course of thought, speech and action. It can get murky and don’t get me started on moral relativism.
There seems to be some kind of ancient consciousness that actually lives within the sphere of flush money. I’ve seen it time and time again; what it does to people. Very few, I observe, escape the wearing of that cloak of venality and self interest, to the exclusion of and sometimes the detriment of their fellows. I am not suggesting that many people with a lot on money do not deserve it. They most certainly do. They worked hard for their money and I have also see the lazy and endlessly self justifying, who whine about how unfair the world is and won’t put their shoulder to the wheel. Of course, you also need to be circumspect, intelligent and bold. It’s been said that “fortune favors the bold”. I don’t know, I’ve been pretty bold and I have no fortune (grin). I know, I get it, I get it… except when I don’t get it.
I watch a lot of movies. I do it while I’m writing because, otherwise I probably wouldn’t get to do it. I’ve managed to read all five books of “A Song of Ice and Fire”, while having lunch over recent months. I engage in a certain amount of communion, when I awaken and while I await the dream boat coming over the horizon of my departing consciousness. Although my life appears disorganized to some, it is organized in it’s own way. I can hardly see a movie anymore that doesn’t make some reference to The Tribe and how mistreated they are, or were (uh huh), or what really decent and good people they are. It’s getting nauseating.
Unlike so many people, who are so deeply immersed in the dream state, I got electrocuted by the cosmic tazer on several occasions and then, a lot of what followed I didn’t have much say about. This also leaves me in a wide wasteland, most of the time, caught between two forces that are vying for my attention. I can mistake who is talking to me on occasion but it doesn’t amount to any lasting harm. What it amounts to is my having to have be put through unpleasant changes to come to a realization. This is the reason so many people get immersed and stay immersed in the dream state. Coming out the dream state can be hard and involves rising from level to level of awareness. I am led to believe there is no real end to that. Of course there are states of relative, transformative finality, where the door closes behind you and you can never go back again to where you were. I would say that one of the most difficult things about all of this is the aloneness but… you’re never alone, it just seems that way. It’s kind of like becoming a star in the sky, or maybe a black hole, in some cases (grin).
Well, I digressed all over the place again. I’m in one of those unsettled states, where I jump at every sound and nothing works and there is a heavy hand, pressing down on me. I am under the impression that this has to do with some pending change and in order for me to pass through it successfully, my papers have to be in order; so to speak. One of the cardinal errors that many people make (I’ve made it), is to think that the universe hates you and that these period are negative punishment zones. Actually what they are, is you being given a leg up on to a ladder, something with a handhold, that you can’t reach on your own. Once one is capable of looking at every event in their life, as a positive transiting condition, your progress will be exponential, by comparison with how it was before. I’ve been getting a real taste of this lately and have been, over the course of the last several years. You get to know yourself pretty good under the circumstances and not always in the most flattering of lights but, like most things arcane and mysterious, there’s a lot more to them than we might suspect, except when there is nothing to them at all; as if a mystery simply unraveled and left you standing there on your own; hope that makes sense.
Well, the bad guys look to be on the verge of doing a lot of bad things. That would be par for the course. The Crass Media is obfuscating with what should be transparent lies. I don’t know what shape the outcome will take but I think the whole world is tired of this shit, so maybe this time, it will catch fire and give us some ashes to ashes and dust to dust in a cleansing way, that allows this new age to actually come into being, once those entrenched in the old age have had their rendezvous with Mr. Apocalypse.
End Transmission…….
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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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